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❧ pairing: yeonjun x reader

❧ genre: fluff, angst, crack

❧ synopsis: without giving it much thought, yn decides to start placing love letters in yeonjun’s locker in hopes to finally have the courage to confess to him one day. little did yn know how quickly the letters would catch yeonjun’s attention and how determined he was to find out who the anonymous love letter sender is.

❧ schedule: tuesdays and thursdays (cdt)

start: January 19, 2021

end: June 24, 2021

profiles | introduction

part 1: “hurt. confused. broken”

part 2: “a random note”

part 3: “code red code red”

part 4: “liking yeonjun isn’t embarrassing!!”

part 5: “jealousy is a disease xoxo”

part 6: “just for you”

part 7: “#YN_OUT”

part 8: “baby boy”

part 9: “i’m baby”

part 10: “yeonjun drought”

part 11: “jjunie”

part 12: “prettiest human”

part 13: “such a gentleman”

part 14: “yn”

part 15: “handled it like a pro”

part 16: “pls unblock me”

part 17: “don’t make me blackmail you”

part 18: “my yn”

part 19: “finally found you”

part 20: “not my fault”

part 21: “pain”

part 22: “new and improved best friend”

part 23: “they’re not yn”

part 24: “taking matters into my own hands”

part 25: “poking the bear”

part 26: “wild soobin on the loose”

part 27: “he took our yn”

part 28: “was it wishful thinking?”

part 29: “#NewProfilePic”

part 30: “we’re a trio”

part 31: “we trust taehyun’s brain”

part 32: “showtime”

part 33: “one kiss”

part 34: “have mercy on me”

part 35: “yn’s jjunie”

part 36: “you’re making me blush”

part 37: “soobs”

part 38: “now or never”

part 39: “my boyfriend”

part 40: “happiness”

memes 1 ,, memes 2 ,, memes 3 ,, memes 4 ,, memes 5 ,, memes 6 ,, memes 7 ,, memes 8 ,, memes 9 ,, memes 10

moodboards :D !! created by @childofhelios

yn’s moodboard

riley’s moodboard

hueningkai’s moodboard

taehyun’s moodboard

avery’s moodboard

soobin’s moodboard

yeonjun’s moodboard

beomgyu’s moodboard

i'm a motherfucking starboy.

you're the one love.

the one where an angel didn't think he'd ever betray his beliefs, but after succumbing to his temptations, he'd rather worship you than his creator.

warning: nsfw, MDNI, angel switch!yeonjun, switch+afab!reader, gender is unspecified, corruption kink (m. rec), unprotected sex, mentions religion + sin, dacryphilia (m.), breast + nipple play, worshipping kink, slight yandere!jjun at the end if you squint

wc: um probably ~500

soft, supple skin glows in the moonlight. the gentle sparkles that lay against it shine even more as beads of sweat begin to form. his brown, innocent eyes were closed shut and the lips that were only meant to praise the heavens, open to release moans of pure, lustful bliss.

he'd blame the temptation, but the longer he hesitates to move away, the more he realizes the problem isn’t the temptation. it was too euphoric for the angel- a small tear falling down his cheek, and it wasn't out of guilt.

his body lays against the white satin sheets, nicely styled hair is now a mess against the pillows beneath him. his hands that were once meant to be for prayer, now sit against your chest above him, thumbs twiddling on your nipples. beautiful bodies coming together in perfect rhythm, such a sin to feel this much pleasure from one another.

why was it such a sin to touch someone this way when the sounds that escaped your lips sounded angelic themselves? isn’t the whole intention of sin to bring evil to the world? the way his body molded into yours perfectly was anything but that.

the angel couldn't understand any of it- had he been lied to? sex was a sin, but what sin feels this good? what sin allows for him to see such a beautiful body on top of his, slowly moving down against the most sensitive area of him, allowing him to feel the most euphoria he's ever felt?

your gummy and slippery cunt allows for your movement to increase in speed, your chest now flushed against his as you leaned down to capture his plump, juicy lips into a kiss. his hands traveling down your body from your chest and finding home on your thighs. the tip of his dick making your wall shudder in pleasure as he bucks his hips up.

oh, why did it feel this good? what’s so wrong with feeling this good? why would his creator give him such an limb if he wasn't allowed to use it this way?

slowly but surely, the more you two gave into temptation, the more he slowly lost that glowing aura surrounding his body. what once was an angel, is now merely a human being- wings disappearing, and the golden halo evaporating into thin air.

the more this forbidden sin allowed him to feel the euphoria his body was craving so desperately, the more he couldn’t control his feelings, wrapping his big arms around your waist and flipping the two of you so that he was on top.

pretty sounds from your lips fuel him, even more so than before as he gives himself fully to you— and only you. in the short amount of time he spent with you, he found himself addicted.. obsessed with your body.

as his faith disappeared, his obsession with you grew.

soft thrusts of his leaking cock turned more harder, gentle touches turned more aggressive, and grunts from his mouth becoming louder against your ear. sooner or later, instead of him moaning your name from the intense pleasure he was feeling for the first time, you were screaming his.

“wanna be your angel, baby. that’s what you wanted all along, huh? for me to give myself to you, devote all my time to you, obsess over you.. i’ll worship you forever, my darling. release all over me.. corrupt that innocent angel you found injured on the street.”

note: it is officially september first where i live!!!! for mille’s ( @majestyjun ) yeonjun birthday event!! please check out the masterlist and all of the amazing works made by her and others <3 also if you saw me post this before, no you didn't <3

omfg the synopsis for this fic was so good too bad i’ll never finish it lol

Drunk TXT, Episode 1: Yeonjun

sub!yeonjun x dom!fem!reader

summary: yeonjun just gets so cute and sleepy and whiny when he's drunk... the members had to bring him over cause he was whining for you :((

genre: idol au, smut

warnings: use of alcohol, drunk yeonjun, he's super subby, handjob, he's half-asleep (almost somno tbh), mommy kink, kind of mutual masturbation but not really, slight reference to dom!yeonjun, reader calls him 'baby boy,' not proofread thoroughly

word count: 1k

a/n: happy birthday yj 🧡

This is NOT how you thought you'd be spending your Friday night. You don't necessarily complain, though...

You were in your room when they called you, trying to figure out what exactly you wanted to wear to you and your friend's dinner party tonight. Answering the phone, all you heard was Soobin saying "Yeonjun needs you..." and Yeonjun in the background whining "Are you talking to mommy? Wan' see her..."

Taehyun chided him, saying, "We're about to bring you to her, okay?"

Yeonjun sighed with a soft "fine," and Soobin hung up, leaving you with so many questions that were most definitely not answered.

And with that, you texted your friends to let them know you couldn't make it.

Now you're sitting on your couch just waiting, you've sent multiple texts to Soobin for some sort of explanation, to no avail. It's been twenty minutes and you're picking at your nails, more than a little worried by the lack of communication.

You hear a knock at the door a few minutes later and sigh with relief, jumping up from the couch to open it. All five of the members are clustered on the small front porch, a sight that almost made you laugh, and Yeonjun practically throws himself into your arms with a pathetic little pout. "Hi mommy..."

You shoot a death glare at the other four. "What did you guys do?"

"We were just drinking a little," Beomgyu shrugs. "And everyone knows he can't handle it."

You roll your eyes and shoo them off your porch. "Go away."

Yeonjun's clinging to you the whole way inside and to your bed, head leaning on your shoulder while he tugs at your shirt. He's mumbling incoherence in your ear while you get him some water, and you can't help but smile at the foggy look in his eyes. It's endearing when he's like this, a little tired, brain dead, and just so sleepy.

You help him out of his clothes and slide into bed next to him. You're nowhere near tired, but you've been through this already, and you know he won't be able to fall asleep if you're not there next to him.

You smile wider when he leans his cheek on your chest. The motion makes his lips stick out in an even more obvious pout, and you lean forward to press a kiss to them.

Yeonjun makes a noise somewhere between a whimper and a giggle, and tugs at your shirt again. "Mommy..." he mumbles, eyes closed, and you hum in question for him to continue. "'M so hard, need you..."

Your cheeks flush and you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. You say nothing, more than a little flustered, but when he pulls your already low-necked shirt down your chest to expose your tits and latches his lips onto your nipples, you can't help but slide a careful hand under the band of his boxers.

His breath shakes onto your breast when he lets out a small moan, your hand slipping up and down his dick while he sucks lazily on your nipples. He wasn't wrong- even before you had him in your palm he was hard, rutting slightly against your thigh, and now he's doing the same to your hand.

He's so desperate, bucking his hips forward the moment you pause even a little. Little sniffles come from him in response to the friction, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that if you hadn't ever done this before, you'd think he was a virgin. His responses to even the slightest of your movements make you suck in a sharp breath at the twisting sensation inside you.

You tentatively run a hand under your own underwear, toying with your clit slowly, the way Yeonjun would if he was domming right now, right as he mumbles out, "Mommy makes me feel s' good, y'know that, mommy?"

Even though he's said that word multiple times in reference to you, it makes your insides tingle in this moment. You struggle to compose yourself before cooing back, "Yeah? Mommy makes her baby boy feel so good?"

"Mommy takes care of me so good, always knows how to do it just right," he agrees, nuzzling his face into your tits.

You smile and press a kiss to his forehead. You allow his hand to replace yours between your legs, catching his lips in a kiss when he manages to circle them around your clit perfectly.

Five minutes later, his pace has faltered, and you'd think he's asleep if it weren't for the occasional slow movement against your clit. The occasional twitch of his hips into your fist.

You're cooing in his ear when you feel his upper body tense, and his free hand grips your forearm, a single little squeak the only noise from him before he's cumming, gasping whimpers out when you let him fuck into your palm throughout his high. Whines of "mommy, mommy, too much, hurts, hurts..." and only nodding when you tell him it'll feel better again soon, gonna make him cum twice so he can sleep soundly tonight.

Yeonjun's fingers are desperate against your cunt while you continue jerking him off, he wants to repay you so badly for making him feel this good. He's tugging you closer and closer to the edge and your own hands are faltering from the pleasure. Raking your free hand through Yeonjun's hair when it reaches it's highest point, your body shaking against his.

He holds you close, mumbling, "There we go mommy, I've got you, doing so good, love you, love you.."

You try and collect yourself quickly, Yeonjun helping by rolling his hips into your hand, and when you can finally speed up, his breath catches in his throat. "Mommy, gonna, 'm gon.."

Second load of cum on his stomach cutting off his statement, you busy yourself with slowly licking it up, looking up at him while you do.

The expression on his face is worth everything to you, his eyes cloudy from both the pleasure and the alcohol in a way that lets you know he'll be sleeping well tonight.

hii could i please request gn!reader being jealous/insecure over the whole anitta and yeonjun interaction in the back for more vmas stage (yk the whole hand on shoulder, hip swaying and eye contact thing) and they have sex later LOL love your work!! <3

DRABBLE LOADING... warnings. nsfw, minors dni! jealous!reader,sub!jjun, dom!reader, surprise mommy kink oops, marking, scratching, bondage, dacryphilia, possessive behavior, whiny sub jjunnie

you're mine, mine,, you repeated, dazed and drunk on yeonjun, rolling your hips so deliciously against his. minemineminemineminemine…. yeonjun just laughed breathlessly, eyes rolling back in pleasure every time you ground down, pretty lopsided fucked out smile on his face-- he looked so pretty like this, red scratches down his chest and darkening bruises smattering his neck and shoulders. uh huh,, he echoed, nodding violently, voice stretched thin and whiny, hands pulling uselessly at the restraints tying him to the headboard,, wanna hear you say it.. you change angles, bounce harder; his long, thick cock stretches your gummy walls so good, cockhead kisses your cervix just right, makes you throw your head back, cry out when he hits your sweet spot, wanna hear you say you're mine! not gonna let you cum until you say it,,

yeonjun's quiet for just a beat too long, and you stop suddenly-- yeonjun's cock twitches pathetically inside you, his body writhing with a teary, pathetic cry. i'm yours, baby, i'm yours, yeonjun repeats like a prayer, big boba eyes shedding big whiny tears. he always moans so beautifully broken for you, practically begging to be ruined; im yours, please let me cum, mommy--!

hello author! i’m glad that i accidentally stumble on your account & u became one of my guilty pleasures when adulting hits so hard lol

anyway, i didn’t see a soft yandere trope on your guidelines & i would like to request one. any member will do (& i prefer a noona partner 😭)

★ sweetheart

★ — pairing. yeonjun x noona!reader

★ — tags. non-idol au, jealousy, suggestive

★ — word count. 446 words

★ — author’s note. hello!! ^^ so glad my acc can be your guilty pleasure i love me some noona reader content 🤭 and i love the soft yandere/jealousy trope!! thanks for the request i hope this is soft enough for your liking 😭 yeonjun is so cute when he’s jealous~

“here you are, sweetheart,” the waiter slides your breakfast platter to you.

“no compliment for me?” yeonjun asks, lips turned into a pout. the waiter cracks a smile.

“enjoy your food, handsome,” the older gentleman gives yeonjun a wink and a tap on the shoulder as he leaves your booth.

“that was sweet,” you say with a smile.

yeonjun silently digs into his food, avoiding eye contact with you. the diner you’re in this morning is loud, but his silence manages to be louder. he’s giving off an aura you don’t like, one that just screams that he’s upset about something.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“what was with all the pet names?”

“he complimented the both of us.”

“yeah, but he didn’t call me sweetheart, and he didn’t keep his eyes on me as he handed me my food.”

“so what?”

“so what?” yeonjun echoes. “so if a waitress came here and did the exact same thing to me, you wouldn’t be bothered?”

“well… maybe i’d be a little bothered, but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“yeah, sure…”

“jjun, come on. it’s not like he mounted me on the table and we started having sex right in front of you.”

“i just don’t like the way he talked to you…” yeonjun mumbles. you reach your hand across the table to hold his.

“jjun, i’m yours. anyone can see that.”

“clearly not everyone,” yeonjun shoots a glare to that waiter and you shake your head.

“what will it take for you to believe me?”

yeonjun sits back in his booth seat, seriously considering your question and before you know it, he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you to the restroom.

the cool tile of the restroom wall chills your back as yeonjun’s hands roam your body.

you bite back a moan as he sucks on your neck, plush lips pressed against your skin and leaving yet another bruise in its wake. your legs are wrapped around his waist and he grinds against you in an agonizingly slow pace that has you craving more of him.

“jjunie…” you whimper.

yeonjun’s lips leave your neck with a wet pop and he looks up at you, eyes glimmering with a deceiving innocence.

“hm?” he hums.

“i need you…”

“hm? noona needs me? but i’m right here,” he presses a kiss to one of the many bruises he’s left on your skin and a chill runs down your spine.

“jjunieee,” you whine.

“let me have my fun with you, sweetheart. i’ll give you what you want when we get home. unless… you can’t wait?”

focus on me — yeonjun x fem!reader | besties to lovers. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. reader has a vagina/clit, cunnilingus, hair pulling, pet names (love, babe, baby), nipple play, kinda emotional and sensual (not angsty), kinda cringe but whatever, yeonjun kinda guides reader lol notes. my first lil fic on my new blog! for those of you finding this in the tags, this is bibibinnie! i had to make a new blog, but it's me! it probably would've made more sense for my first post back to be kai related but oh well, i'll get em next time. anyway- this is supposed to be a really slow, sensual, romantic-ish smut. i hope y'all like it. smut under cut! wc. 1.2K

“I’m nervous…” you trail off, closing your legs, but his hand still caresses your hip. 

“Love—” he says, his smile dropping at the sight of the awkward expression on your face. “Can I call you that?” You nod, ensuring to smile because, well, the nickname does warm your tummy. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

“I want to though.” 

Your name falls out of his mouth in a whisper, “I’m not doing anything unless you’re one hundred percent sure.” It was a fair point. You’ve been best friends for forever and feelings, while they grew over time, all seemed to make themselves known so suddenly this evening during a typical friend date. 

“Yeonjun,” you sit up straight, using your elbows for support. “I’m one thousand percent sure. It’s just—I’m nervous. You know I’m shy…and it’s a lot of pressure—”

“If you feel like I’m pressuring you, then I don’t—”

“Nonono, you’re not pressuring me at all,” you say, relief written all over his face. “It’s just a lot of pressure to…y’know…make you feel good too.”

“Oh,” he chuckles. “I will. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but—”

“I was going down on you, love. I just wanna taste you—actually, I wanna make you feel good. That’s all I care about.” Looking down at him, he has the cutest smile on his face and you can’t help but return the smile back. “Yeah?”

-

“Listen to me, okay?” You nod. “I want you to really feel me.” Ghosts of fingertips brush against the inside of your thighs. The most delicate of kisses placed right at the top of your thighs. “Close your eyes,” he says. Following his instructions, you let your lids fall closed, laying your head down on your pillow. “And just feel me, baby.” 

The smallest prod at your wet center makes your heart race, waking your entire body up, your pussy clenching around his fingertip. He’s simply gathering your wetness to softly slide between your lips. Just barely missing your clit, your hips roll with his finger. 

When he finally does rub against your clit, though, you gasp, reaching for his hair, but, “No,” he halts. “Don’t touch me. Feel me. Feel how I’m making you feel.” 

“But—” your chest rises and falls with your breaths. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “Arms at your sides.” Your body rolls again. “Feel it all in your body. Pay attention to your toes…your fingertips…your chest…everything.” 

Woah. This is definitely something new for you—someone so focused on your pleasure and your pleasure alone. And it’s magical to say the least. 

Something new finds its way to your clit—his tongue. He glides it devastatingly slow across you and you gasp again, earning a nice low groan from him. “Feel good?” You nod. He’s talking to you, tongue replaced by his thumb. “Control your body. Take deep breaths, focus on me, love.”

“Fuck, Yeonjun…” is really all you can make out, drawing a chuckle from him. 

“Feel the difference between this…” he flicks his tongue over your clit delicately and slowly, sending shivers down your spine. “And this—” then he glides his wet lips over your sensitive bud, a completely new feeling to you, forcing you to buck your hips up into his mouth. “Breathe,” he whispers before gently sucking, releasing you with a wet pop. 

This is just so…you don’t know what to think. He’s making you pay attention, making you feel everything, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. The way your muscles react to his movements, how heavy you’re breathing, the spinning in your head. 

“I feel those goosebumps,” he chuckles, his tongue continuously flicking your clit while his hands graze your bare thighs. “Feel how the air feels on your skin.” You’re noticing more and more things—you can feel the hardness of your nipples without touching them, sweat dampening your back, his nails barely digging into your squishy thighs. “God, you’re delicious.”

Your pussy flutters with his words. And for a moment, his tactic changes—he’s just tasting for himself for a bit. It’s no longer slow and delicate, it’s deep and intense. But when your fingers find his hair, it wakes him back up and he slows back down. And it’s absolutely delicious. 

Everything is heightened—you’re hyper aware of everything—how your toes barely wiggle, your pussy barely fluttering, how trapped your tits feel in your bra. 

“Stop—” you blurt and he stops immediately, asking what’s wrong with a worried face. “Sorry, I just need to take my bra off,” you chuckle with an eye roll before quickly slipping it off from under your shirt, keeping them covered by your thin t-shirt. “Continue.” He’s hesitant, eying you up and down. 

“Can I?” He asks, tilting his head toward your chest; you answer with a simple nod. He keeps his fingertips on your clit, continuing to rub gentle circles as he delicately lifts your shirt past your tits. And his reaction is everything. Eyebrows stitched together in relief, mouth dropping open at how gorgeous you are, a hungry look on his face. But he follows his own advice. He controls himself, taking deep breaths before placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin under your breast, finishing it off with some licks. “Keep your eyes closed, love.” 

You nod, letting your head fall back again, taking deep breaths. 

“Feel this?” The tip of his tongue finally glides over your hard nipple and you gasp again, rolling your body. He flicks and sucks your nipples so fucking well. And— “Can I bite them a little?” Nodding furiously, you can’t wait to feel that little sting of his teeth. And oh does it feel amazing. Two fingers inside of you, his thumb on your clit, tongue and teeth on your nipples. 

“Yeonjun—” your breath is heavy. “I’m gonna cum.” He halts. 

“Breathe,” he whispers, lips peppering kisses all over your tummy as he makes his way back down. “Hold it for a bit. Don’t focus on cumming,” he places another wet kiss to your inner thigh. “Focus on feeling me.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“Babe, I want you to focus on feeling your orgasm,” he says, making you chuckle.

“Of course I’ll feel it.”

“Just pay closer attention to how it feels this time.” Switching positions of his tongue and thumb, he wanted to make sure you came in his mouth but your nipples weren’t ignored. And you can hardly bear it. Everything simply feels incredible and you’ve never been made so aware of your body before. 

The wetness of his tongue flicking your clit. The length of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. The deliciousness of his thumb and finger playing with your nipple. 

“Jjun, please—” He knows what you’re asking. And he’s finally nodding, letting you let yourself go, cumming hard against his mouth. Your clit pulsates against your tongue, your back arches with bliss and euphoria, and your moans are the prettiest he’s ever heard in his life. 

And you listened to his instructions. You took the time to feel every last bit of your orgasm and you noticed things you’d never noticed before…wiggling toes, contracting muscles, breathy sighs. 

It takes a bit for you to come to your senses after coming down from your high, but you’re greeted with the smuggest smile on his face.

“Fuck.” 

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot when you cum.” 

cut the cameras….

I LITERALLY NEED a hard thought on yeonjun with an ass and anal obsession ughhh to the point he'd feel like heaven with your ass in his face

anal, spanking, yeonjun is an ass guy

considering he’s an ass guy he would definitely develop some sort of a fetish for yours… like at first it’s just when he’s feeling especially dom so he asks if he can spank you or take you doggy style. in this position his fingers are always gripping, almost massaging your buttcheeks as he pummels himself into you.

you’re not surprised in the least when he asks to try anal for the first time… he’s actually so excited when you accept to give it a shot that you notice a wet spot on his boxers despite only his fingers prodding at your tighter hole…

the sensation inside is definitely different from when he fucks your pussy, but he loves it just as much. it actually turns him on more to just realize he’s fucking your ass as his fingers tickle the most sensitive spots of your pussy.

anal with yeonjun is always about making you feel good while he gets to have your ass all to himself.

fem!yeonjun who’s asking you for help to do her makeup… you end up in the same position as this famous meme where one girl hovers over the other to do her makeup… you’re on top of her, your eyes should be focusing on her face for the makeup to apply on, but her cleavage looks too hypnotizing… ever since you’ve known yeonjun was bi, your feelings of friendship for her started to mix with those of love… and since this was your first crush on a girl, you were being shit at hiding how much yeonjun arouses you… 🥺

“any time now, y/n,” yeonjun says, playfully impatient.

you swallow thickly, liquid eyeliner in hand as you hover over your best friend. you’ve known each other for years, but you don’t think you’ve ever been so physically close before.

was she always this pretty? did her lips always look this full?

did her boobs always look this good in this shirt? you’ve seen her in it before, a black square neck crop top, her cleavage poking out of the top, soft and supple and oh, so kissable.

but you can’t do that. you shouldn’t even think of doing such a thing.

“mkay, close your eyes,” you say, leaning forward to apply dark brown eyeliner to yeonjun’s eyelids. your stomach turns as you observe more of her beautiful features. long eyelashes, button nose, her soft cheeks… and again, those full, pink pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

but you can’t do that.

you shouldn’t, you’re just friends.

“make me look pretty, ‘kay?” yeonjun says.

“whatever, just don’t move,” you respond dryly. she doesn’t need your help with that at all. she’s already so beautiful and funny and outgoing and magnetic and charismatic and…

“jjunie, i think i love you.”

the words left your lips before you could even stop them.

yeonjun’s eyes shoot open and she looks right up at you.

“what?”

“i… uh, i was just joking! what, can’t take a joke?” you force out a laugh. yeonjun isn’t convinced.

“y/n, be so for real right now,” she says. she props herself up on her elbows and you move back, prepared to get off of her lap, but you’re taken by surprise when you feel her hands on your hips, forcing you to stay.

“nope, stay right there,” she says firmly. “you’re gonna repeat what you said, right now.”

your confusion must make itself apparent on your face because yeonjun makes a face at you.

“you heard me. if you’re gonna say what you said, say it with your chest.”

you feel sick to your stomach. you can feel the warmth of her hands through the fabric of your skirt.

“i-i can’t,” you say with a shake of your head.

“you just did.”

“i know, and that was stupid.”

“why?”

“what?”

“why was it stupid?” yeonjun asks. curse her need to always know the answer.

“because! we’re not… like that.”

“like what?”

“you ask a lot of questions.”

“i just wanna hear you say it,” yeonjun’s hands slide up from your hips to rest softly on your waist.

she knows exactly what she’s doing. if there’s one thing yeonjun has down to a science it’s her ability to wear you down.

“i said i think i love you, jjunie.”

“see? how hard was that?” she says with a smirk and you push her hands off of your body.

“whatever, just forget i said anything.”

you move to get off of her lap, but she holds you in place with her strong hands. your heart is pounding as you straddle her.

“aht, i didn’t say you could leave yet. you said you think you love me. what do i have to do to make you know it?”

gives off gamer girl fem!jjun :<

SO CUTE 🥺🥺

gamer girl fem!jjunie who finally downloads sims after you spending months convincing her, she doesn’t understand the hype until you start building a house from scratch together and suddenly she spends more time playing sims than you do sjhshs

more masc fem! txt please omfgggg

going off of masc line (aka beomjunkai) from my last post~

fem!yeonjun who walks around your shared apartment in nothing but a pair of boxers, who loves it when you get a little possessive for once, especially when you hook your fingers into her belt loops and pull her forward, who loves it when you beg for it, smacks your ass and endlessly teases you because she can, who takes pride in being your big strong girlfriend

fem!beomgyu who buys you matching heart shaped carabiners, who loves bouncing you in her lap, who loves playing guitar and singing for you, who loves it when you’re wearing skirts so she can shamelessly shove her hand under it, brags about you and calls you her wife on the daily, who loves when it’s her turn to use the strap so she can pound into you and hear you worship her cock

fem!kai with a size kink who just loves when you tell her how big her hands are compared to yours, who’s always the one to open the door for you and pull out your chair, who sits on the bed and watches you get ready with love in her eyes, reveling in just how pretty you are and how lucky she is, who falls asleep holding your hand

231105 yawnzzn Instagram Post 

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i’m sorry that the first thing i’m sending is a req/thought but i’ve been thinking about it a lot and i feel like you’re the only one who can write it

pussy drunk yeonjun eating you out and comforting you because you’re insecure about what you smell/taste like - 🎱

i’ve been sitting on this one because it’s so beautiful and i had to make it a drabble and the fact that you think only EYEEE can write it?? like ME??? IM HONORED IM—

pussy drunk jjun [drabble]

╰┈➤ choi yeonjun x fem!reader, est. relationship, 0.6k words.

nsfw, minors dni! oral (f. receiving), soft dom!yeonjun, praise, dirty talk, inexperienced!reader

“Um, I— Jjunie, are you sure?” you ask, hesitant and nervous, fighting the urge to close your legs— you’re fairly sure you couldn’t anyway, even if you tried, with how roughly Yeonjun was gripping your thighs. “You really don’t have to if you don’t want to—“

“I want to,” Yeonjun breathed, eyes blown out wide and dark— he stared down at your bare pussy with a hunger you’ve never seen quite so intense before, licking his lips like he was craving your taste on his tongue. “i want to so bad, baby, please, can I? I’ll make you feel so good, I promise…”

The thumb that had been rubbing comforting circles into your inner thigh moved to press gently at your clit— you keen, sticky folds fluttering, thighs shuddering on either side of your boyfriend’s head. you were far from a virgin, but yeonjun never failed to make you feel like one; in just a few months of dating he had made you feel pleasure you didn’t think was possible, so enthusiastic in giving it to you so good… and when you had brought up that you had never been eaten out before, all of your exes’ repulsed by the idea, yeonjun couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to introduce you to something new.

he swore that eating pussy was one of his most favorite things in the world, but you weren’t quite sure if you believed him.

“Wh-what if I don’t taste good…?” you mumble, and to your horror Yeonjun actually laughs.

“Babydoll, I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on you since I met you. Can’t believe no one’s ever ate this pretty pussy, so fuckin’ wet for me… you want Jjunie’s tongue, don’t you baby?” Yeonjun’s thumb dipped down from your clit to tease at your hole, dribbling slick and achingly empty, the teasing pressure making you whine high in your throat. You’ve played this game before, your boyfriend ever so predictable— Yeonjun won’t give it to you until you ask him to, and you better ask him nicely.

“Jjunie, please…” you whimper, resolve all but disintegrating when Yeonjun presses his index and middle finger up against your entrance.

“Please what, love?” your little hole started to open up around the pads of his fingers, not dipping in entirely quiet yet— it was nowhere near enough, the ghost of a stretch, teasing you with memories of his cock parting your gummy walls…

“Want your mouth, want your fingers— please, please, please!”

“Good girl~” Yeonjun drawls, almost a growl, and dives in without much warning— you’re assaulted with the feeling of his lips wrapping around your clit, his tongue sliding between your folds, his long thick fingers diving into your cunt and curling against your walls just right. You cry out, toss your head back against the pillows, completely overwhelmed by all of the sensations; you feel Yeonjun smirk against your cunt.

His fingers fuck you nice n slow, filling you up so deep and rubbing up against your sweet spot so deliciously— a contrast to how harshly he was sucking at your clit, pouty lips swollen and mouth hot and wet, pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before rolling through your body sharp like electricity, so so good it’s almost painful— you shriek when he changes angles, thrusts his fingers a little faster, a little harder, and you push hard at his head until he pulls off of your cunt.

“What’s the matter, doll? Don’t like it?” Yeonjun asks gently, hair messy, face pink, his lips and chin wet with your arousal, his fingers still buried deep in your tight hole… you whimper at the sight of him, thick thighs still shaking from the aftershocks.

“Too much, Jjunie,” your pussy throbbed, clit pulsated, knot in your belly tight— Yeonjun cooed, pressed a chaste, wet kiss to your inner thigh.

“Shh, princess, it’s okay, Jjunie’s got you— pussy tastes so fucking good, shit, can’t hold myself back..” he gently pulls his fingers out, watches in rapture at how your folds clench around nothing, “Gonna be okay, honey, just lie back and feel good~”

“I taste good?” you echo in a small voice.

“Mhm, perfect lil cunt for me,” Yeonjun stares longingly at your twitching pussy like he misses it, huffing deep breaths he denied himself when he was buried between your thighs. “Need you on my mouth again, taste so addicting, holy shit— I’ll be gentler this time baby, I promise, just gotta make you cum in my mouth. Please? Your Jjunie’s gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard, gotta taste it—“

You blink, fucked out and a little surprised. Maybe Yeonjun does like eating pussy as much as he says he does.

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awkward (c.yj)

summary. you let your best friend see your body, and now it's awkward

wc. 5251

genre. angst

tags. minors DNI!! yeonjun x fem!reader, college!au, best friends to lovers to ???, mentions of sex and alcohol, suggestive,

a/n. repost; if you're from my other account, you would know this is just a compilation of all three parts of awkward, though i edited it again.

more of my work

of all the friends you have at college, you’ve known yeonjun the longest. your mothers grew up together and were those best friends that dreamed of raising their kids together. you saw each other through snotty noses and scraped knees in elementary school and through first heartbreaks and senior prom dates. he was even the one who convinced your parents to let you move from your small suburban town to the big city for college.

tonight, you’re sitting on the couch in one of his friend’s apartment, nursing another red solo cup, watching him suck the face off of some random girl.

you feel a pit in your stomach.

anyone would think that because you had known each other for so long, seen each other at your absolute worst, there would be no way your relationship would ever cross that platonic-romantic line. but as you watched yeonjun become the confident man that he was today, the image of that bratty little kid who always tried to get you into trouble faded away, and you just couldn’t help but develop these weird feelings about your best friend.

there have been many times where you have actually brought up the idea of you guys getting together. jokingly, of course. because lord knows that you would never seriously tell him how much you wanted his soft lips against yours. especially not after he laughs whenever you bring it up.

so now, you just watch him, as he leaves you in a corner at the house parties he drags you along to, flight with other people.

you chug the remainder of the drink in your hand, wincing at the warm taste. you hate the taste of beer but it’s the only thing they have at these stupid parties. you get up a little too fast, and the wind almost knocks you back down. you didn't think you were that drunk, but then again this was your third drink in the last hour.

you walk over to the kitchen and tap the black haired boy on the shoulder. he moans against her lips, not even acknowledging the fact that you were right next to him. you feel the blood rush up to your cheeks as you tap him again. this time, the girl pulls away from him. “can i help you?” she asks.

you don’t even look at her, just at your best friend, who looked annoyed at the fact that you just interrupted him. his arm was still wrapped around her waist.

“jun, i want to go home.” he looked between the two of you, hesitant in his response.

“right now?”

“yeah, i’m kind of tired.” you looked at the rest of the party. “i don’t really want to be here right now.”

“do you want me to call you a car?” he ran his fingers through his hair. are you really trying to cockblock him right now?

“i think i’m going to throw up.” you lied.

“fuck,” he mumbled, “seriously?” you slowly nodded in response. “okay, shit,” he turned to the girl, his arm still around her waist. “i’ve gotta go.”

“you’re seriously leaving me right now?”

“i need to take her home.” his voice sounded sad. “but, uh… i’ll see you around?” it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that he would ever speak to this girl again. she pushed him away from her and walked out of the kitchen.

his arm supports your back as he walks you to your apartment. his friend’s place was already small, but the fact that it was packed like a can of sardines made you feel a little claustrophobic. the night air definitely sobered you up. but you still feel a little woozy as you make your way into your apartment. yeonjun carefully walks you over to your room and lays you on the bed.

“do you want to stay the night?” you ask him in a small voice.

“no,” he is already halfway to the bedroom door now. “i have to work in the morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?” he walks back to your bed. 

“for making you leave early.”

“it’s all good. you should go to bed though.”

“can you please stay?” you ask again, a little more desperately this time.

“i’ll see you later, y/n.” he bends down to kiss your forehead. “good night.”

it was the last day of finals and you and yeonjun were celebrating together in his apartment. “i can’t believe we’re finally done. this semester was rough.” he was double majoring in music business and dance and he had a lot of final projects to complete in those last few weeks of school and this was the first time you had seen each other since last month. “how should we celebrate?” he asks you with a smile on his face. you missed him.

“i think,” you begin, an evil grin appearing on your face. “we should play truth or truth.”

“that’s not a real game.” he interjects.

“yes, it is. and we are going to play it, but every time you do a truth, you have to take a shot of this.” you pull out a bottle of fireball from your bag.

“that sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“true.” you shrug. “but c’mon. it will be fun.”

and he agrees.

you are both three rounds into the game now and your throat is already starting to burn. the questions started out easy and light but now your head is starting to feel a little fuzzy and the air is starting to get a little tense. you sit cross-legged on the couch opposite yeonjun, the bottle of fireball between your two bodies. maybe it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that you had been drinking knowing that the last meal you ate was a nutella sandwich before your last exam five hours ago. whatever it was, it was making your stomach do flips.

“it’s your turn now.” you giggle.

“ok… when was the last time you made out with anyone?” he asks you.

fuck. why did he have to ask you that? you were a little embarrassed that it had been a minute since you had been remotely intimate with anyone. “i don’t know…” your voice trails off sheepishly, you try to hide your face with one of the cushions on the couch.

“what do you mean “you don’t know?”” he is surprised. he always had friends asking him to set them up with you. “what about that guy from that party we went to?”

“what guy at what party?”

“the one guy who you were talking to all night. i thought you guys hooked up.”

“well, we didn’t.” you pour your shot and immediately drink it. “can we move on? please?”

“well, would you make out with me?”

“it’s my turn to ask the question, yeonjun.” you feel the blood rush up to your face.

“okay, but would you?” he moves the bottle to the coffee table, and inches closer to you. he was right; this game was a recipe for disaster.

“i can’t believe you had sex with yeonjun.”

“yell it out for the whole world to know.” it is a week later and you are having lunch with one of your friends. you told her what happened with yeonjun and she cheered, gleefully, saying that she was happy it finally happened. it seemed like all your other friends had an ongoing bet about your relationship with your best friend, and she just made twenty dollars.

“so are you guys finally together now?” she leans forward, her palms supporting her chin, invested in your love life.

“god, no.” you sigh. “i haven’t talked to him since then. i actually left when he went to the bathroom and he’s been texting me but i don’t know what to say.”

“you left when he was in the bathroom?” she exclaims, causing you to groan.

“i made things so awkward now. i don’t even know what to do.”

“so you’re ghosting him? and i thought he was the fuckboy.”

“i’m not ghosting him. i just don’t know what to say to him.”

“so you’re ignoring his text. y/n, that is literally the textbook definition of ghosting.”

“what do you want me to say to him? “i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring you after i snuck out of your place after we fucked?” and through text? i sound like such a fucking asshole.” a woman passing with her child glares at you. you groan again.

“you kind of are an asshole, y/n.” her phone vibrates on the table and she looks at it, a smile forming on her face. “looks like you don’t have to say that through text?”

“what?”

“yeonjun is throwing a party to mark the end of the school year. his friend just invited me and you’re my plus one.”

“he didn’t tell me about that.”

“well, how do you expect him to tell you that when you’re ghosting him?”

“i’m not ghosting him!” you try to defend yourself. “and i don’t think i’m going to go. what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

“if he didn’t want to see you, i would not have been invited. and besides, i don’t want to go by myself.”

with one final groan, you put your head against the cold diner table.

you and your friend arrive at the party and thank goodness, you hadn’t seen yeonjun yet. she promised that she would stay by your side all night and you’re very grateful that so far she has kept her promise. the two of you walk into the kitchen.

you’re making small talk with some mutual friends when someone comes in and asks if you know where yeonjun is. right then, he comes into the kitchen laughing with his friend. his smile drops when he sees you. you wave at him, with a small smile. he turns the other way to answer the person who asked if he wants to play beer pong.

“well, that was embarrassing.” you say to your friend, trying to push your tears back.

“y/n we can leave if you want to.” she tells you, rubbing my arm.

“no it’s fine. i’m fine. besides, we just got here and you promised me we would have fun.”

“okay, but if you want to leave, let me know.”

you couldn’t even try to have fun that evening because you spent the entire party trying to avoid yeonjun. when he was in the living room, you were in the kitchen. when he was in the kitchen, you were on the balcony. when you were sure he was on the balcony, you escaped to the bathroom.

this is so ridiculous. you think, staring at your face in the mirror. you sit on the toilet scrolling through your phone until you hear faint voices outside the door.

“did you know y/n was going to be here?” you could recognize that voice anywhere.

“no, but she’s always at these things. aren’t you guys best friends?”

“uh… yeah, i mean.” you can hear him groan. “something happened and she ghosted me and now she’s at my fucking party.”

why does everyone think i ghosted him?

“what is “something”?”

“if i tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“damn, did you guys fuck or something?” there is a pregnant pause on the other end of this conversation. “fuck!”

“and she fucking ghosts me. complete fucking radio silence for a whole fucking week and then she shows up at my place again.”

“maybe she’s just scared. i mean, your relationship changed overnight.”

“then send an emoji or something. don’t just ghost your best friend.” he stops for a second, sighing. “and, our relationship wasn’t supposed to change. we know each other. we don’t judge each other.”

“do you regret it?”

“regret having sex with y/n? no. i just wish we were still friends now.”

 me too.

you clear your throat and take a look in the mirror. he’s still outside the door but it is starting to dawn on you that camping out in his bathroom all night is neither sustainable nor serious. also, why are you trying to avoid him? it’s better to talk it out once and for all than have him hate you forever. you walk out of the bathroom and see him standing there with his friend. when they hear the door click, they both turn to look at you and his friend makes a face at him. yeonjun grimaces back and they begin walking back to the living room to join the rest of the party.

fuck, okay maybe that’s why you were avoiding him?

your heart is racing now and something in the back of your mind is telling you to just walk back into the bathroom and save yourself from further embarrassment that evening. but then you remember that this is your best friend. he couldn’t really be that mad at you, could he?

“hey, yeonjun.” you call after him and he turns around with a groan. “can we talk, please?” his friend pats his back in encouragement and yeonjun walks towards you.

“now you want to talk to me?” he spits at you.

you feel a chill down your spine at his tone. only he could make you feel so small with such a simple comment. “i was never ignoring you.” you reply. your voice is quieter and more strained than you wanted it to be. you clear your throat and repeat yourself.

he laughs at your attempt to gain confidence. “really, because i was this close to sending a carrier pigeon to your house to get you to talk to me.”

“i’ve just been busy.”

“busy?” he raises his eyebrows in disbelief, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“yeah, i was busy. i have a life, you know?” you cringe internally at how defensive you sounded. why are you getting so riled up?

“you don’t have to try and convince me. i believe you.” you are standing against the bathroom door and he is still at the end of the hallway. silence fills the gap between the two of you, until he clears his throat and begins to speak again. “so, what did you want to talk about?”

“seriously?” you scoff. “there’s a massive elephant in the room, jun.”

“i mean, what exactly do you want to say y/n?” he looks behind him to the rest of the party. you feel like you were wasting his time.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry for leaving, but–” you begin but you couldn’t get far because he chuckles. “is something funny?” you ask.

“you know when people apologize, like give a sincere apology, there are usually no buts.”

you run your hands through your hair in frustration. you’re trying to clear the air and he’s interrupting you. seriously? “i am apologizing, but–”

“you’re doing it again.” he smirk. he always did enjoy getting you flustered.

“it was awkward.” you blurt out, not giving him a chance to interrupt you again.

“not to me,” he says under his breath, quiet enough for you to almost miss it. but you don’t.

“c’mon jun, we’re friends.” you reply, plainly.

“you and i both know that we aren’t just friends.” he moves closer to you and your breath hitches in your throat.

“yes, we are,” your voice cracks. “ you’re my best friend.” you’re lying through your teeth, trying harder to convince yourself that your feelings for him were made up and he most definitely did not reciprocate them.

“so, why did you leave?” he asks, arms crossed, completely unmoved by the fact that you were about to burst into tears.

“because,” you push back your tears. “because, we’re friends and friends don’t fuck. but we did and i felt so awkward. i made it awkward.” you’d humiliated yourself in front of him too many times in the past week and you were determined to not cry in front of him and have him pity you.

“now what?” he asks, his arms folded in front of his chest.

“what?” you look up at his face, really examining his eyes. the eyes that looked at you fondly and made your stomach do flips were gone.

“you left my house right after we had sex and then you ignored me for a week. you show up to my party uninvited with your “apology” so what now? what do you want from me?” he never raises his voice at you, but he can still manage to make you feel stupid and small.

“i want us to go back to normal.”

“you want us to go back to normal?” he chuckles, not so much in a mean way but more in a confused way. like you just told him that the sky is actually green and grass is blue.

“is that so much to ask for?”

“y/n, you left.”

“but i’m here now.” your voice cracks again.

“and that’s supposed to mean something.”

“yes, yeonjun. it means that i’m here and i’m trying. i want us to be friends again, okay?” you plead. “i’m sorry for leaving and i’m sorry for ghosting you after but i’m here now. i’m trying.”

he sighs and massages his forehead before looking at you. he’s never had a great poker face, but right now his face is blank and you can’t read him at all. “i don’t think we can be friends anymore. not the way we used to.”

“we can try, please.”

“no, we can’t. you were right. it’s awkward now. you made it awkward now.” he starts leaving but turns around. “you shouldn’t have come.” and with that he disappears back into the party.

you sit on the floor for a minute before you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

where did you go????

you look at the time. it had been almost thirty minutes since you told your friend that you needed to go to the bathroom.

im by the bathroom can we leave now

you took a week to mourn the end of your longest friendship and then you spent the rest of the summer pretending that you had accepted it and distracted yourself with work. you didn’t see a lot of people over break because many of your friends were actually yeonjun’s friends and he got them in the quasi custody battle. now you weren’t getting invites to all the parties you once did, you had to find a distraction in being a straight-a student.

you’re working on a homework assignment when your parents call, asking what your plans for the holidays are.

“i’ve just been really busy, mom.” you tell her when she asks why they haven’t seen you in months. the truth is, you knew yeonjun was going home for summer break and as much as you tried to convince yourself that you were completely over everything that happened between the two of you, you really weren’t. and the last thing you wanted to do was see him everyday for two months.

“you always say that honey.” you roll your eyes at your mom’s passive aggressive comment. “but we will see you in a few weeks, right?”

“you will?” you rack your brain to see if you forgot whether or not you invited your parents to come visit you at your university or something.

“it’s winter break honey.” you had been stuck in a routine of going to work, going to class, and doing your homework in your room. you had completely forgotten that the semester was coming to an end and you couldn’t avoid going home anymore.

“oh, right.” you reply before your mom proceeds to drone on about the annual dinner your family has with your neighbors, which you absentmindedly listen to. “i don’t think i will be able to make that.”

“what? why not? we do it every year!”

she gives you half a second to come up with an excuse. you couldn’t just outright tell her that you didn’t want to see yeonjun and that’s why you haven’t come home since last winter and why you did not want to come home. because that would just be absurd. “i probably have to work on christmas eve. i’m not sure i can make it back home.” not very effective but you’re internally praying to the universe that she believes you and doesn’t push it any further.

but, alas, the universe has not been on your side lately.

“it’s the holidays! i’m sure you can call out.”

“mom, i still have a lot of work to do for school so i still might not make it even if i can get out of work.”

“honey, you know we have this christmas eve dinner every year. and your dad and i have already started planning this year. you can’t say you just can’t make it.”

you sigh. she’s so annoying when she’s trying to persuade you. “i know mom but it’s just that i hate being the youngest person at these things. it’s so boring for me.”

“that won’t be a problem this year. you won’t be the youngest because a new family moved in over the summer, i think in june. they have kids around your age.” she perks up. “and yeonjun is going to be there too.”

“oh, right.” as if you could forget about that.

“we were wondering why you didn’t come home because he was home for a month over the summer.” your mom broke you away from your train of thought.

“i had to work mom.” you respond, dryly. since you told her that you weren’t coming home at the end of last summer. she’s been bringing it up everytime she talks to you. “and i still have to work so i’ll let you know if i can come home for the dinner.”

“oh, you’re coming home.”

“i’ll see, mom.” you’re trying to quickly get off the phone. “i have a lot of homework to catch up on so i’ll call you later. love you! bye!” you hang up.

you know she’s right and you are going to go home.

from being your mother’s daughter you have learnt two fundamental truths: the salad fork goes on the outside of a plate setting and you need to learn how to lie. you have been at your childhood home since nine in the morning, trailing behind your mom as she prepares for the annual dinner. she made you stay with her the entire day, save for the two hours she allowed you to get ready before the guests arrived. even afterwards, she stayed by your side, forcing you to mingle with guests.

right now, you are in the kitchen with your mom as she gives you a quick rundown on what had been going on in the neighborhood since the last time you were there. other than your family and yeonjun’s, there was a new family at this dinner. according to your mom, they had moved in over the summer and they had a daughter your age who was going to the local university in your town. “it would be nice to have another friend in the neighborhood.” she says, prompting you to talk to her.

rolling your eyes at your mom, you move over to where the girl was with her little brother in the living room. before you could get to her, the front door opens and yeonjun and his mother step into the house. your mom rushes to greet her old friend, as if they didn’t see each other just the other day. you greet her too before escaping to the bathroom under the guise of freshening up before dinner actually begins. you had made plans to avoid yeonjun by any means necessary.

by the time you return downstairs and dinner actually starts, you realize once again that fate (or your mom) had other plans for you. when you get to the table, you see that the only empty seat at the table was between yeonjun and the girl your mother so desperately wanted you to be friends with.

this is just perfect.

you try not to make eye contact with him as you engage in small talk with the girl beside you. you find out that she’s a freshman at the local university and she’s majoring in english literature. you tell her about your major and your classes.

“what about you?” she speaks over you, to ask yeonjun. “do you also go to the same school?”

you turn to face him for the first time that evening. “yeah, i do.” he answers, coolly.

“are the two of you studying the same thing?”

“no.” you answer quickly, trying to keep him out of this conversation.

“i can speak for myself.” his tone shifts when he talks to you. “i’m doing a double major in music business and dance,” he replies to her.

“whatever,” you scoff.

“is there a problem, y/n?” he asks you, snarkily. the girl beside you turned away to play with the food on her plate. it seemed to her that she might have pulled a little too hard on a sensitive trigger.

“oh, you’re talking to me now?” you parrot the words he said to you that night outside his bathroom. the last time you saw him.

“i never said that i wasn’t taking you.”

“then what exactly did you say?” even though the two of you are not having the loudest conversation at the table, you are sure that the other people at the table can feel the tension rising.

“i said that i didn’t know if we could be friends the same as before.”

“so stop trying to act like everything is fine.” you say a little too loudly. the other conversations at the table stop.

“i’m not–” yeonjun begins but someone clears their throat and you both look up to see your mothers glaring at the two of you.

“maybe you two should have this conversation on your own time?” his mother suggests. you feel him shrink in his seat beside you, quietly apologizing.

after dinner, your mom drags you into your childhood bedroom. your room was adorned with discount furniture, an old bookcase you took from your grandparent’s house in high school, and lots of fairy lights. 

“i don’t know what’s going on with you but your behavior tonight is completely unacceptable.” your mother scolds you. you are sitting on the edge of the bed and she is standing across from you with her hands on her hips.

“my behavior?” you respond.

“you’re being rude to your friend and the rest of my guests, arguing at the dinner table, embarrassing yourself. what is wrong with you?”

“i wasn’t arguing with anyone.” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“so what exactly was going on then?”

“god, mom! this is like the last thing i want to talk about right now.”

“suit yourself.” she gives you one more look. “but i need you to calm down before you come back out there.” and with that she walks out of the room. you flop on the bed and groan.

how did everything turn to shit? you are so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that yeonjun walked into the room until he spoke. “can we talk?”

you quickly sit up on the bed, adjusting your dress, and looking at him before scoffing. “you want to talk now?”

“why are you being weird?” he is leaning against the door frame, not knowing whether or not he was welcome to walk in.

“i’m not being weird.”

“why didn’t you come home this summer?”

you look him in the eyes for what felt like five minutes. “why are you pretending like nothing happened between us?”

he takes your response as an invitation to enter your room. he moves to sit on the bed next to you. “i know that i was really mean to you the last time we saw each other but i don’t hate you and i don’t want you to hate me.” you scoff. “what?”

“i don’t think i could hate you even if i tried.” you reply, quietly. the two of you fall into a silence. you took in your room and the man sitting beside you. you two had spent many nights in this room, but tonight you both felt out of place. the fairy lights that surrounded your bed and windows highlight how aged he looks. the once comfortable silence between you two was now a gap, a liminal space. not quite what it used to be before, but not quite awkward.

“i’m–”

“i think–”

you both begin talking at the same time but stop. “you can go first,” you concede.

“i’m sorry for that night at my party.” he begins, not making eye contact with you while you are eyeing him intently. “i think i was more embarrassed than angry and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“i’m sorry too. for showing up unannounced.”

“what were you going to say?” he quickly changes the subject, feeling that the silence was threatening to return.

“i was saying, i think you were right.”

“right about what?”

“about us not being able to be friends again.”

“i didn’t say that exactly.” he reminds you.

“yeah, whatever, i know.” you roll your eyes. “but i’ve been thinking about it a lot – our friendship. and i don’t think we were ever really friends.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean our moms are friends and they kind of shoved us together. i feel like we never got to know each other outside of growing up together.” you feel blood rush to your face when you notice how attentively he is listening to you, taking in all your words. you look down at your hands, like a child being scolded by their parents. “i guess i don’t want to go back to what our friendship was. i want to get to know you as you are now. i also had a massive crush on you.”

“wait, had? like past tense?” he jokes.

“yeah, past tense.” you lightly punch his shoulder. “i think when we moved for college, i was really insecure about our friendship, because we had no true bond, you know? i think i convinced myself that i had a crush on you, when in reality, i just knew you were slipping away from me.”

“or maybe you were swept away by my good looks and charming personality?”

“actually, i think it was the former.”

“i mean it’s just a possibility.”

“now i’m definitely sure it was the former.” you smile, thinking about how you were falling back into your old banter.

“okay, ouch.” the silence came again, but this time it was comfortable – something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “i wish you told me sooner.” he says after a while.

“why does it matter?”

“i would have never let us get to this point if i knew how you felt before. i felt us drifting apart and after you left i was really embarrassed. it was easier to blame you and push you away. i really miss you and i want us to be friends.” you look into his eyes and you can tell that he was being genuine; not just saying what you wanted to hear. “truly friends; not just childhood friends.”

"i want that too."

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jjuni loving the way a tight dress shows your pudge <33 sneaking his hands around you and gripping onto it while pressing his very hard and very prominent boner against your ass. this is what you do to me, princess... he whispers in your ear, breath hot and heavy and with a slight pant as his hips start to meet you from behind. you know dresses like that make me go crazy.. you want me to ruin you good, mm? he laughs lowly, and you can't help but whimper out when his tongue finds the shell of your ear, saliva cooling and making you shiver while he ends it with a kiss to your head. meet me in the bedroom with the dress off if you know what's good for you, princess.