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taegimood · 10 months ago

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— my girl (c.yj) ♡

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

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

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

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

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

well… sort of.

everything happened only a few hours before.

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

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

(or should you say, all came together).

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

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

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

the only one who had yet to say anything was…

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

your own widened marginally.

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

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

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

and everything changed from there.

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

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

your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.

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

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

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

“…hi,” you whispered back.

he breathed out a small laugh.

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

“r-right..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.

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

you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.

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

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

and now here you are on his bed.

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

he’s experienced.

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

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

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

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

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

“i like you.” he says simply.

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

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

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

“i know.”

the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.

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

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

“y-yes.”

and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.

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

none of it compared to this.

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

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

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

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

fuck, you want him bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tell oppa what you want.”

the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.

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

“i.. i-i want…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your head spins.

you’ve never felt so desired.

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

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

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

“fuck,” he whispers, practically groans,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

something unholy snaps inside of you at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“r-really?”

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

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

you meet his eyes again quickly,

“please, i need to be inside you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no.”

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

“want you to fuck me raw.”

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

“are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ass up for me, pretty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hi,” he whispers.

you giggle again.

“hi,” you whisper back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

you snort. “isn’t that what this is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OH MY GOD,” he screams.

“THEY FUCKED!”

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lovesickchoi · 2 months ago

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📁 FILE 02: CHOI YEONJUN

⋆·˚ ༘ * Casual hookups transcend into more when Yeonjun can’t keep his feelings at bay anymore. With praise on his tongue and dirty words a testament of his devotion to you, he’s determined to show you what he’s been holding back.

✦ Love Language: Words of Affirmation

pairing: yeonjun x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.4k

warnings: smut, f!reader, fwb to lovers, dirty talk, praise, reassurance, a lot of dialogue, dry humping, no protection

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Choi Yeonjun could coax an orgasm out of you like no other.

Powerful, blinding, earth-shattering climaxes that left your sensitive body trembling and your mind floating, all while the silver chain around his neck swung low and draped over your skin, marking you as his.

The bite of his bottom lip between his teeth and the scrunch of his forehead, taut with lust. The kiss of his lips to your cheek as your eyes flutter open, drawing light and reality back in. And finally, the slow drag of his hips as he exits your body.

Then he stands up from the bed and puts his clothes back on, already facing the door.

"So I'll text you tomorrow?" Always Yeonjun's last words, barely giving you time to come back to yourself before he's out of your bedroom.

This was the unfortunate nature of your friendship with Yeonjun. Or whatever a sane person might call the predicament you'd found yourselves in. A situationship. A fuckship. A please-don’t-let-me-be-the-only-one-feeling-like-this-ship.

The next day drags on like usual, but this time, you find yourself dreading it—dreading the moment you’ll have to feign a smile for Yeonjun again. He’s already waiting for you at the end of the street like always, ready to walk into your friend’s apartment by your side with another late night ahead.

His arm is naturally slung over your shoulder, keeping you to him, as you greet everyone inside. The proximity never fails to mess with your head. He was always like this around everyone. Touching you, teasing you, making flirtatious remarks that would leave your cheeks rosy. And somehow, more nights than not, it ends with you folded in half beneath him.

You know all too well how it goes. He’d say and do all the right things, painting a picture so perfect it almost felt real. For a moment, it would make sense. Like he wanted you the way you wanted him. Then he’d zip up his pants and leave.

But everyone saw it tonight.

The way Yeonjun stands just a little extra close to you. How your drinks were always shared. His fingers sometimes finding your leg under the table like the flesh of your thigh was calling to him, inviting him to stake his claim.

You hear someone—probably Beomgyu—joke in your direction. “Just fuck already.”

While you choke on your drink, Yeonjun doesn't even blink. “Who says we haven’t?”

The group howled. You laughed too. But you didn’t look at him, not really anyway, afraid he'd catch the frown evident on your face.

There was always a line neither of you dared cross. In public, you let the world think it was just a little playful recklessness.

Behind closed doors, it was different.

He touched you like worship. Fucked you like he was starved—afraid you’d vanish the moment he stopped. He’d murmur things against your skin you weren’t supposed to remember, call you his, tell you how good you were, how only you made him feel like this. You’d cling to his shoulders like you believed it, too.

Lately, after those doors closed, Yeonjun had been acting off. Sex was still intense. Mind-numbing, even.

Yet something would shift the moment he came. How he'd untangled himself from your limbs like it hurt. The way he whispered a soft “Later,” like he was trying not to say something else.

He never used to leave so fast. You never used to care. Not until the cold, empty space next to you began begging to be filled with his warmth again. You wish you'd known what changed.

So when Yeonjun asks if you want to go upstairs, just the two of you, you don’t even question it. The apartment is too crowded, too warm, the buzz in your chest a little too strong to ignore. You nod, letting him lead the way, even though you already know how it’s going to end.

It only takes mere minutes before you're both stripped down to your undergarments, with you face down in the bed as he traces your skin like a canvas.

Yeonjun is straddling your thighs, admiring every inch of your body lying on your stomach before him. His fingers begin just behind your ear, tucking some hair away. Slowly they drag further down your skin—neck, shoulder, spine cascading with goosebumps, waist, hips, the plump skin of your ass and the lacey material that hugged it.

He finally grips you with both his hands, squeezing tightly before bending over your body and biting ever so softly on your earlobe. Your thighs press together, desire pooling in your thin panties already.

Then his voice is whispy and needy against your cheek. “You feel like home to me. I could look at you like this forever.”

It’s unclear what about this that makes you snap. But you’ve had enough being misled, enough of the unkept promises.

“You always say things like that when we're like this. It doesn’t mean anything.” You call him out, only half joking, mostly defensive.

Yeonjun stills—his gaze heavy on only your face. His response pulls the air straight from your lungs.

“It means everything. You just don’t listen.”

It’s then that you realize your eyes have begun filling with tears, which you refuse to let spill. The weight of the situation comes to a head

"Hey," Yeonjun coos. His hands are on your shoulders, forcing you to turn onto your back so he can see you properly. His eyes widen at your red eyes looking back at him, noticing the way you suddenly closed off. He slides next to you on his side.

"Yeonjun, what is this?" You huff, tears gone and replaced with anger. "Because I do listen. That's the problem. I listen to you and I believe what you say. And then you're gone."

He thinly smiles, but there's a layer of shame behind it. “There’s a reason I had to stop hanging around after. If I stayed any longer I might’ve scared you away.”

"Why would you scare me away?" You're nose to nose with him now. You don't know if it was you or he who scooted closer.

"Because I’d stop pretending. I'd ask you to stop seeing anyone else. I'd want to be enough for you. And if I wasn’t, I don’t think I could take it."

You freeze, finally seeing Yeonjun for all that he is now.

He speaks again when you can't find the words. “You think I tell just anyone they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while they’re falling apart under me?”

Your voice is quiet, but sure. "Then stop pretending. Yeonjun… I want more. I just didn’t think you did." Your hand drifts up his chest, resting over his heart. "You're more than enough.”

Yeonjun’s breath stutters. “Then let me show you what I’ve been holding back.”

He surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. He finally lets himself feel everything he’s been holding back.

Your legs tangle instinctively as you both remain on your sides, facing each other, bodies pressed close. His hand is on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard line of him, twitching through both your underwear, pressing right where you need him.

His forehead rests against yours as he begins to move—subtle rolls of his hips that grind his cock against your center, dragging friction with each pass.

“Feel that?” he breathes dreamily. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.”

You gasp, your own hips moving now, chasing the pressure, the closeness, the heat. Your fingers clutch at his flexed bicep, needing something to hold onto.

A broken moan catches in your throat. “You think I don’t feel the same?” You whisper, your tone shaky. Your hips roll to meet his, earning a low groan from his lips. “You leave and I lie in that bed wishing you’d just… stay. I don’t want anyone else, Yeonjun. Just you.”

He lets out an uneven breath like he’s been waiting to hear that for months. His hand slides down to your ass, splaying wide across the flesh to drag you even closer, like he could mold your bodies together.

“Say it again,” he begs, grinding harder now, lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “Say it while I make you cum like this.”

You’re already gasping, forehead pressed to his, needing more and loving that this finally means something.

Every slow grind of his clothed cock against your soaked panties sends shocks through your core. You cling to him, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“O-only you, Yeonjun.”

The second the words leave your mouth, he lights up like a match to gasoline. He groans and grips your ass even tighter, rutting against you now with less restraint. This sends pleasure coiling through your gut.

“Fuck,” he breathes against you, panting now, almost angry with need. “You’re always so perfect for me.”

His hand slips between your bodies, cupping your pussy over your panties and pressing down just enough to make the pressure unbearable. Your head falls back, body shaking as he rocks against you harder, dragging your panties across your swollen clit.

“You sound so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “Every moan—fuck—it’s going straight to my cock. Wanna fuck you slow after this. Real slow. Wanna feel you pulse around me ‘til you’re crying.”

"Please keep going. I need you." You whimper.

“You gonna cum for me like this? Just from grinding? Look how fucking needy you are. I know your body better than anyone, don’t I?”

You nod frantically, already there. The build-up has been burning in your gut since the moment he touched you, and now it’s crashing down in waves—your orgasm slamming into you so hard your knees buckle.

“Yeonjun—” you cry, nails digging into his arm, your hips jerking helplessly against his cock as you cum.

He holds you through it, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other still cupping your cunt, letting you ride the high out on his palm. You’re soaked, panties ruined, your whole body trembling as he whispers filth against your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You cum so good for me.”

And then you feel it, how soaked he is.

The front of his boxers is soaked with pre-cum, the evidence of how hard he’s been holding back nearly obscene. He doesn’t even ask. He pushes his boxers down and tosses them aside, freeing himself. You’re still recovering, but the second his fingers hook into the sides of your panties and peel them off, the heat returns.

You don’t even think—your body moves on instinct. When he comes back down beside you, you grind against his thigh this time, and his jaw clenches at the feel of your bare, soaked folds dragging against his skin, leaving a trail of arousal in your wake.

“Holy shit,” he bites back a moans, watching you with heavy eyes. “Greedy girl. Get on your stomach again.”

You obey, letting him guide you down. He straddles your thighs like before, but this time, everything is different. This time, he knows you’re his. You know it, too.

“Ruin me, baby,” you whisper into the sheets.

He strokes himself slowly behind you, lined up and leaking, watching the way you lie flat before him. He lowers himself, chest and stomach pressed to your back, the weight of him trapping you.

“I meant every word I’ve ever said to you in bed,” he says softly before proceeding, brushing your hair to one side. “Every.” A kiss to your temple. "Single." To your neck. “One.” To the corner of your mouth.

Then he pushes in, sliding into your sensitive heat inch by inch until he’s fully buried. You choke on a moan.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers. “Still clenching from that last orgasm, huh? You’re gonna give me another, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

He starts to move slowly at first, grinding into your sweet spot with every stroke. Your body reacts on its own, already building again. He keeps you flat against the bed, one arm cradling your waist, the other laced with your fingers when you reach back for him. He intertwines your fingers without question.

You’re gasping now, high-pitched whines escaping your lips, babbling about how good it feels, how full you are, how close you are again.

“Don’t stop, please, fuck—Yeonjun—gonna cum again.”

“Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he grits out, rutting into you harder now, hips slapping against your ass, the sound filthy and wet. “So fucking perfect. So tight around me I can barely think.”

You sob into the mattress, your whole body vibrating with pleasure. His cock taps that perfect spot again and again, and you can feel his rhythm falter, his breath hitch. He’s close, so close.

“So sexy like this. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me, baby?”

“On my ass,” you whimper. “Wanna feel you.”

That’s all he needs. His hand slides into your hair, gripping tight, pressing your cheek to the mattress. His thrusts grow frantic, your clit grinding against the sheets, the pressure sending sparks down your spine.

“I love you,” he gasps, voice raw. “I love you so fucking much—”

And then you’re both coming.

You first, spasming around him, thighs shaking uncontrollably as the friction sends you over the edge a second time. He pulls out quickly, stroking himself fast as thick, hot ropes spill across your ass and lower back, his body trembling above you.

Neither of you moves. Your face is still buried in the sheets, breathing hard. He leans down, kissing your spine, your shoulders, your cheek. He's extra tender now.

But the fire in both your bodies hasn’t gone out. Not even close. Yeonjun knows it, too. Not when you two are finally on the same page.

His lips brush your ear. “I think we’re gonna need a bed we can ruin properly.”

You smile, still breathless. “Then let's get out of here. I want more of you."

"Come on," he chuckles, rolling off the bed. He extends a hand to you, gently tugging you up with him. "Yours or mine?"

You hesitate to say yours, and he senses it. His hands cup your face on each side, lowering his head to meet your eye line. "It's okay. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. I won't make that mistake ever again."

You don’t say another word. There’s no need to.

Clothes are slipped back on in silence, the air still thick with everything that just passed between you. When you head back downstairs, hand in hand, you don’t miss the wide eyes and gaping mouths staring after you. Yeonjun tosses a few half-hearted goodbyes over his shoulder without slowing down. You stay close behind him, face tucked shyly into his back as he guides you out the door.

But behind your flustered smile, pride, giddiness, and relief are all wrapped in one. Because finally, Choi Yeonjun was yours.

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luviestarz · 8 months ago

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ! ✾

✾ stay alive // c.yj - @fairybinie - (yeonjun and gn!reader are targets for their powers and they’re running out of solutions. all yeonjun wants is for y/n to stay alive, yet everything always comes with a price and secrets always come out. )

✾ BUSTED! - @pr0dbeomgyu (bumping into her shitty ex out of nowhere while hanging out with her friends, y/n was determined to show that she was way better off without him. desperate enough, she paid choi yeonjun, a cheapskate stranger she met 5 seconds ago, to act as her rich, classy boyfriend. y/n thought it was fine to change some things about her life to yeonjun (read: everything), cause heck, they don’t even know each other! but why is it that after the incident, yeonjun kept on appearing in her life, finding out the truth about her one by one, in the worst possible way?)

✾ [ ᴄ.ʏᴊ ] | 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗼𝘂𝘀 - @gyuslvrr (yeonjun wants you, but all you can see is how tired he is)

✾ [12:17AM] - @iknowyuu (drunk!reader tries to chase away the man following them, not realizing it’s their boyfriend.)

✾ ❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun. - @theynchapter

✾ cliché - @heart2beom (after yeonjun hears you referring to him as someone who's like a brother ...he tries his hardest to make you see him as a potential boyfriend.)

✾ — GOODBYE KISSES - @wooyukh

✾ — dinner plans 𖤐 choi yeonjun - @dearlyjun (you and yeonjun’s dinner plans quickly change into something else.)

✾ storage room smooch - @soobszzn (you want to show your super sporty and athletic boyfriend yeonjun just how supportive you can be.)

✾ a bouquet of flower - choi yeonjun - @p0ckykiss (yeonjun always keeps one flower to himself from your bouquet and you can't figure out why.)

✾ — my girl (c.yj) ♡ - @taegimood

✾ TAKE ME ON A DATE — CHOI YEONJUN - @yuoniz (you realise your best friend's feelings for you when you try to play matchmaker)

✾ 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡ choi yeonjun. - @yeonboy (If you had known that a fun night out eating junk food with your best friend that you have always harbored a crush on would turn this sour because he misunderstood your words, you would have kept your mouth shut. Now Yeonjun has gone radio silent on you and if you want to salvage your friendship, you will have to get over your feelings first because he will never forgive you if he finds out. Right?)

✾ just the tip - @seoulzie (yeonjun cant hold himself back & begs reader for "just the tip")

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p0ckykiss · 1 year ago

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a bouquet of flower - choi yeonjun

summary -> yeonjun always keeps one flower to himself from your bouquet and you can't figure out why.

one flower.

you for the life of you couldn’t wrap your head around it. whenever yeonjun gave you a bouquet, you noticed how there was one singular flower of the same kind sitting promptly on yeonjun’s countertop. first gone unnoticed until around the third or fourth set of flowers.

yeonjun always did little things that left you perplexed. always taking the long way home, watching movies on live television when he already owned them. he was a puzzle you were dying to solve.

you sat there, propped up on your elbows, staring at the singular rose that faced you.

“baby?“ yeonjun calls.

"yeah?” immediately refocusing your stares onto him in front of you.

“can you pass the salt?” he asks with a small smile.

you do nothing but smile in return as you push the salt yeonjun’s way.

“now, I know your rule, but just for once let the cook clean up.” yeonjun speaks, breaking the small silence.

“but-”

“i know today wasn’t the easiest so let me, please.” he pleads.

“i never said today was hard.” you replied, not necessarily denying it.

“you said your friend called out, I know things tend to be rough without her on saturdays.” yeonjun retorts.

“i don’t deserve you, yeonjun.” reaching over the counter to lightly press a small kiss to yeonjun’s lips.

yeonjun kept his promise, cleaning up while telling you about the next song he was working on.

your arms find their way wrapped around yeonjun’s waist as he hums in response.

your eyes meet the rose once again.

“why do you always keep one?” you blurt out.

yeonjun wipes his hands on the wash cloth, turning around. he blinks for a moment before tilting his head, “what?”

“the flowers. whenever you get me flowers you keep one. not that I mind I mean obviously keep one if you like the flowers, but-”

“oh! I keep one to see when it dies.” yeonjun interrupts.

“you what..?” you said being even more lost than before.

“you know, so I know when to get you more.” he states as if this was common knowledge.

all of your thoughts are consumed by yeonjun. like a wave swallowing you whole and you wanted to be pulled under.

everything yeonjun did made your heart pound. the way yeonjun leaves little notes around the house for you. the way yeonjun’s smile leaves you breathless. the way yeonjun scrunches his face when you tell a terrible joke. the way yeonjun didn’t understand how absolutely perfect he was.

“i love you.” you confess, barely above a whisper. quite obviously terrified to say it out loud.

“that’s good because i love you too.” yeonjun says, calming you down instantly, not that your heart wasn’t still racing.

“i’m gonna kiss you now.” is all you say before cupping yeonjun’s cheek and smashing your lips together.

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blue-jisungs · 1 year ago

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now we deserve a yeonjun bf texts one 😞😞😞💗🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

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author’s note. even tho my asks are closed i did this bc well i was planning either way LMAO so you ask and shall receive 🫡

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cutehoons02 · 7 months ago

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zerocoded · 20 days ago

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summary: it's comeback season and your boyfriend somehow always ends up on your doorstep.

author's note: i need the whole world to be obsessed with choi yeonjun like i am. bro is so idol coded i had to write him like this!! i stand on business bc i can imagine real life yj being exactly like this ok. also, enjoy me having the urge to take care of pathetic men.

banner creds: katyakopter on pinterest. queen <3

warnings and tags: sfw content • dry humping mention but that's it • yeonjun is a cutie patootie here • reader used to be a trainee too • idol!yeonjun • chat, they are in love • quick taehyun mention • yj is half naked for a while but nothing graphic.

word count: 2k.

my kpop masterlist: here

it’s late when he gets to your place. too late for him to be this loud with the door, but you don’t say anything. just glance up from the floor where you’re folding laundry like someone with a life, and not someone who’s been refreshing txt’s comeback tags for three hours.

“why do you look like that?” you ask, because his hoodie’s half-on, his hair’s still gelled and flattened from the music show, and there’s a suspicious streak of eyeliner under one eye.

he looks down at himself, then back at you. “like what?” he grins. big. fake.

“like a washed-up magician.”

he barks a laugh and kicks his shoes off without aiming. one lands by the wall, the other ends up under your dining chair. whatever. he can fix it in the morning.

you stay on the floor, folding his hoodie now. one he left last week when he said he’d “just crash for a nap” and ended up sleeping for six hours.

dorms have been hell lately. comeback season always turns them into a mix between a hospital ward and a college apartment — someone’s always passed out in the wrong bed, there’s always takeout somewhere nobody remembers ordering, and if one more of the younger staff calls him “oppa” in a tone that sounds like please stop breathing wrong on camera, he’s going to retire and become a mailman.

“you didn’t tell me you were coming,” you say, not unkindly. you scoot over on the floor so he can sit beside you, and he does — collapses, really — with a dramatic sigh that lands his head half on your shoulder, half on the pile of laundry you were definitely trying to keep clean.

“practice ran over,” he mumbles. “then we had last-minute choreo tweaks, so we filmed tiktoks again. then makeup wanted photos for the stylist’s lookbook. then the manager forgot we had a zoom interview for that singapore thing. then—”

“yeonjun.”

“what.”

“stop talking.”

you turn to look at him. he’s still in his performance fit — or what’s left of it. mesh shirt under his hoodie, stage pants unzipped halfway because he’s human and he’s tired and you’re not gonna judge him for breathing.

his face is still kind of beautiful, though. even like this. sweaty and a little grumpy. his lashes stick together in places. he rubs at his nose with a weird sniffle and grins like he’s trying to make it seem like everything’s fine.

you know better.

“did you eat?”

he hums. not yes. not no.

“that’s not a real answer.”

“be honest. if i say no, are you gonna yell at me or feed me?”

“depends.”

“on what?”

“how bad was today.”

he finally looks at you — fully. and for a second, something in his expression shifts. not dramatically. but enough.

“i almost cried on set,” he says.

you blink.

“like, real tears,” he adds. “not fake cute ones. real full breakdown incoming. taehyun gave me half a protein bar and told me to get it together.”

you try not to laugh. “what happened?”

“nothing. everything. i don’t know.” he drops his head onto your lap. “i’m just tired. i’m so fucking tired, it’s like—” he pauses, flops his arms out dramatically. “my brain’s not in my head anymore. it’s in the group chat. it’s in the notes app. it’s on some fan’s fancam feed. it’s—ugh.”

you run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging the roots where the gel hardened. “you’re not making sense.”

“i’m not supposed to. i’m a public figure.”

“you’re an idiot.”

he grins. eyes still closed. “your idiot.”

“yeah, yeah.”

you don’t push him. not tonight. you’ve known him long enough to tell the difference between the tired he can joke about and the tired that makes his hands tremble when he thinks you’re not looking. this is the latter.

he’s not gonna say it, but the past week’s been brutal — the kind of schedule where the only time they sit down is in the van, and even then, half the time they’re changing shoes or reviewing choreo videos. he’s been surviving on cold coffee and adrenaline. he texted you at 3:14am two nights ago with “i miss u” and then didn’t respond until 5pm the next day.

so you don’t tease him tonight. you let him rest on your lap while you keep folding shirts. he shifts once or twice to get more comfortable, presses his face into your hoodie like it smells better than the van or the studio or the greenroom, and you just… let him.

“hey,” he mumbles after a while. voice slurred with sleep. “don’t let me fall asleep in my makeup again.”

“i’m not your manager.”

“you’re scarier than them.”

you roll your eyes, but your fingers don’t stop combing his hair.

a few minutes pass. you think he’s asleep for real when he says, barely audible:

“thanks.”

you pause. “for what?”

“for letting me be like this. here.”

you don’t say anything right away. just press a kiss into his hair, gentle, like it’s routine. because it is.

“you don’t have to say thank you,” you whisper. “just do the dishes tomorrow.”

“hm?”

“nothing. go to sleep.”

——

he’s snoring.

softly. kind of wheezy. one of those half-snore, half-sigh sounds that means he’s knocked out just enough to drool on your thigh but not enough to roll off you. and you haven’t moved an inch.

you’re still folding the same pile of laundry. or at least pretending to. your hands stopped moving five shirts ago. now you’re just sitting there, back against the couch, laundry on one side, boyfriend passed out like a tragic protagonist on the other.

you glance down at him.

he looks… younger like this. no stage lights, no camera angles. just hair flattened from sweat and studio time, hoodie riding up his back, long legs bent awkwardly so his feet don’t knock into the coffee table. there’s a smear of mascara near his temple — you’re not even gonna ask how it got there — and a loose bracelet hanging halfway off his wrist. probably from some outfit change no one took off properly.

you reach out, slide it back gently.

he shifts a little but doesn’t wake up. just sighs and buries his face further into your thigh. you smile, small and fond, and finally let the last shirt drop onto the pile.

you could move. he’d adjust.

but you’ve done this before.

back when he was still a rookie and you were still technically training, both of you barely scraping through late-night vocal lessons and early call times.

sneaking bites of expired ramen, splitting cab fare, learning how to hold hands in the dark where no one would see.

you still remember the first time he cried in front of you — right after crown won on music bank, in a tiny bathroom at the back of the kbs building, trying so hard to act cool while his whole body shook.

and now here he is. still trying to act cool. still shaking sometimes.

but now you get to hold him through it.

he wakes up slowly. not with a jolt — just the kind of sluggish awareness that starts in his fingers, where they’re curled under your knee, and ends in a soft, dry-mouthed, “mmmph. what time is it.”

“late,” you say, carding your fingers through his hair again. “you’ve been out for like twenty minutes.”

“damn.” he yawns. stretches one arm up blindly until it smacks you in the chest. “sorry. i was dreaming that i was performing barefoot in the rain and no one told me i was crying.”

“i think that actually happened to you.”

“wait. shit. it did.”

you laugh as he sits up, rubbing at his face like it’ll erase the entire day. you watch him blink down at himself — hoodie wrinkled, shirt untucked, stage pants still half-zipped — and he sighs.

“i need a shower.”

“you really do.”

“you’re so supportive.” he leans over and kisses your cheek, then stands up with a stretch and a very undignified groan. “don’t fall asleep while i’m in there.”

“i won’t,” you lie.

he disappears into the bathroom.

you move the laundry basket aside, pick up the little cotton bag you’d stuffed in your closet earlier — the one labeled “his stuff 🧼” because he’s basically a resident at this point — and pull out his comfiest pajamas: faded black tee, softest plaid pants in existence, and fuzzy socks you bought during last winter’s daiso haul.

you set them on the bed, fold them all neat, and add his favorite lavender lotion on top just for the hell of it.

the shower starts running.

you grab micellar water and cotton pads from your drawer, then head to the bathroom. not to peek — you’ve seen it all, obviously — but to knock once and ask, “you want help with your skincare?”

there’s a pause. a thunk. something that sounds suspiciously like his shampoo bottle falling.

then: “yes, please,” in the softest voice you’ve ever heard from him.

you wait for him outside, arms full of products and your hair tied up. and when the door opens ten minutes later, steam billowing out like a drama set and yeonjun standing there in just a towel, hair dripping, face pink from the heat—

you blink.

he blinks.

“…hi,” he says.

you squint. “is that my towel?”

“i forgot mine.”

you roll your eyes and tug him by the wrist toward the bed. “sit.”

he does. obedient. legs wide, hands on his knees, looking up at you like you’re the sun and he’s trying not to go blind.

you dab a cotton pad across his cheeks first — he winces dramatically. “ow.”

“don’t be a baby.”

“you’re abusing me.”

“i’m moisturizing you.”

you work in silence after that. just you, your hands, and the gentle press of care into every inch of his tired skin. you know where his jaw gets dry. where his temples hold tension. where the camera lights burn into his pores. he watches you the whole time, heavy-lidded, eyes tracking every move like it’s his first time seeing you like this — barefaced, focused, not saying much. just here.

when you go to rub the essence into his cheeks, he leans forward a little too far. your noses bump.

“yeonjun.”

“hmm?”

“sit still.”

“can’t help it.” his voice is raspy again. “you’re hot.”

you shoot him a look. “you smell like conditioner and desperation.”

“you’re so mean to me,” he whines, leaning back but keeping his eyes locked on your mouth. “and yet here i am. helpless. half-naked. in love.”

you shake your head, trying not to smile as you pat in the last of the cream. “you’re damp.”

“i’m yearning.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he grins. all teeth. then tugs you down by the wrist until you’re straddling his towel-clad lap, makeup wipes still in one hand. “just one kiss,” he mumbles, breath warm against your jaw. “then i’ll let you finish.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you said that last time and tried to dry hump me into the mattress.”

“okay. two kisses.”

“jun.”

he groans and drops his head to your shoulder. “fine. you’re no fun.”

you kiss the top of his head. “you’re lucky i love you.”

he hums. “i know.”

he lets you finish. lets you wipe away the smudge of mascara near his temple and dab lip balm across his mouth. lets you rub lotion into his neck and brush out his damp hair. he even helps a little, holding the bottle steady when your hands get slippery.

and when it’s all done — skincare, pajamas, socks and everything — he flops back onto the bed and pulls you down with him, arms winding around your waist like a second nature.

“you still tired?” you ask.

he nods into your neck.

“then sleep.”

he doesn’t answer right away. just shifts a little closer and says, barely above a whisper:

“don’t go.”

you wrap your arms around him. “wasn’t planning to.”

he falls asleep in less than five minutes.

you fall asleep with your cheek pressed to his collarbone, warm and clean and whole.

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beomiracles · 1 month ago

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— 𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖢𝖢𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖨 𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖱... .ᐟ

𐔌 💥 ꒱ Yeonjun didn't mean to brutally hit you with his car. It was an accident, he swears! He will do anything if it means avoiding a lawsuit — as the consequences, which is him losing his inheritance of his father's company, would be fatal. But when you struggle to make ends meet on a daily basis, the problems of a high income taker seem minimal. "Steal from the rich and give to the poor." And it seems Yeonjun is more than willing to pay the price for his mistakes.

⋮ 🎬 ⋮ 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: chaebol!yeonjun x poor!reader (f) 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤𝖨𝖭𝖦: assistant!taehyun, court judge!beomgyu lawyer!kai & lawyer!soobin

wc : 16.2k

𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 ⚠︎ [ car crash, descriptions of injury and blood, cursing, fake-dating, strangers to enemies to ...?, kissing, lots of tension between the mcs, crack fic ]

🎙️ yello yello, I'm slightly nervous to post this — mostly because I've never written something like this before. my writing isn't as descriptive and in depth as you're used to, the characters are also a lot more lighthearted so it might be somewhat of a switch. so please don't expect too much writing wise — the pacing might also be a little off (?),, I also haven't proofread this at all >< oh and I didn't research at all for the court scene but trust me I will be doing that for criminal conscience lolsies.. but please please comment/reblog/send asks with your thoughts and opinions afterward, that would make me so incredibly happy! I hope it's still an enjoyable fic despite it not being what I usually do, love you lots <33

note, this fic started as a joke to spite my friend cam,, so when I say it's unserious I mean it.

SOME LONESOME WEDNESDAY AT 10:25 PM

The rain bats against your naked arms as you pull them tighter around yourself, a pathetic attempt at keeping the blistering cold away. Your mascara has run down your cheeks, undoubtedly making you look even more of a mess than you felt – it wasn’t like your meek paycheck covered a water-proof one, hell it barely covered your rent.

On top of the ungodly weather, you had been held back at work for another two hours, making it your third day of overtime this week. Not only did that mean two hours less sleep tonight, it also had you running down the wet pavement as you hoped to catch the last train home. In your haste you’d forgotten your jacket, and despite it being late april, the air was freezing.

And it was only Wednesday.

Your steps echo down the vacant street, rain pouring over you like that of a cold shower turned on at full force. Keeping your head bowed as you squint, you focus on your worn out sneakers as they move forward – and in spite of the rush you were in, you still carefully avoid stepping on the cracks.

The screen of your phone quickly becomes covered in wet droplets when you pull it out, your eyes widening tenfold as you check the time. “Three minutes.. I can make that..” You deluded yourself into thinking you had a chance, your legs were already aching but you still geared up into a jog.

Your surroundings become a blur, the buildings you pass blending into one another as the dim street lights prod at the corner of your eyes. — Suddenly your foot catches on something, causing you to stumble forward. The shout of what could only have been a most miserable homeless man rings in your ears. But you don’t stop to check on him, merely yelling out a “Sorry!” over your shoulder as you keep going.

Maybe if you had been more attentive that night, if you had bothered to check your left twice, maybe things would have turned out differently. The red light blares in front of your face, signaling for you to stop, a clear warning sign. But you ignore it. Hell, it was nearing 10 pm, the street was vacant – and you had a mere two minutes to spare.

You go for it, water splashing around you as your feet hit the road crossing. You’re halfway across, the subway sign ahead illuminating your way – filling your desperate self with hope for the first time today. Your bed was just three stops away, warm and dry, a night's sleep and a freshly brewed cup of tea awaits you.

But then, just as you think you’ve made it, a light brighter than that of the street lamps suddenly floats into vision. It starts out small, a tiny dot in the corner of your eye. But as it grew in size you quickly came to understand that the source was heading straight toward you – and fast. You barely have time to react, but the sound of screeching tires is deafening, and it’s then you realize your mistake.

It doesn’t hurt at first, but you can clearly feel the heavy vehicle as it rams into you from the side. You hit the ground, it’s cold and the silence that follows is loud. It takes you a moment to comprehend just what had happened. Then pain flares up, and you immediately forget about the cold and the rain. Because it felt as though your entire body was on fire.

Your breath, previously knocked from your lungs due to the sheer force of the crash, returns and you gasp for air. The once tiny dot of light is now all you see, and it makes you squint, it feels as though you were put under a spotlight, on show for everyone to look at and possibly even applaud, if they wished to.

The sound of a car door closing echoes into the air, and soon you can make out approaching footsteps. “Holy fuck.” It’s a man’s voice, he sounds alarmed, and you fucking hope he was, seeing as he’d just hit you with his big piece of junk car. — “Shit”, he murmurs under his breath, “No… No I don’t know, she’s not moving…” Was he talking to someone on the phone, the emergency services?

There’s a brief moment of silence, and all you can think about is how much everything hurts, you were sure you could feel your fucking bones. And even if you wanted to scream, not a single sound would make its way past your bloody lips.

“What the fuck do I do?” The man hisses, but it’s clear that he isn’t addressing you. You can hardly make out his face, just the faint shadow of his silhouette as he stands above you. — “Oh my god”, he gasps, and you feel your stomach drop, bracing yourself for whatever doomsday news he’s about to deliver. “The paint is chipped!” The man suddenly exclaims and for a short second the consistent pain vanishes and you frown.

What?

“My fucking car– Shit, this is my most expensive one!” He whines into the phone as he leans over you to rub at the car hood. Your mouth falls open, there is no way he was being serious right now. You quickly understand that he was not on the phone with emergency services, or anyone of importance for that matter.

Your cough is what finally catches his attention again – blood follows and you cringe at the metallic taste on your tongue. “Oh fuck..” He murmurs as he crouches down next to you, his trembling hand placing against your forehead. Was he checking your fucking temperature? “I’m so going to court for this..” He says as he fiddles with his phone, bringing the device to his ear and emitting a shaky exhale as he waits for his next call to go through.

This better be 911, you thought with a small grimace, wincing as another flash of pain shot through you. — He’s talking, but you can hardly make out the words, apart from an occasional “shit” or “fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

At least he knew how to curse.

After that, everything went dark.

10 MINUTES EARLIER

Yeonjun’s fingers drum against the steering wheel as he waits for the light to turn green. He sighs, leaning back against the leather seat as his eyes flicker across the vacant streets. The faint buzzing of his phone, coming from the passenger seat catches his attention. He bites back a groan, leaning over and reaching for the annoying device as he swipes to accept the call coming through.

“Yes?” He drawls as he inspects his cuticles in a bored manner. — “Where have you been all day?” Taehyun’s voice is just as strict and accusing as it always was, despite the late hour. Yeonjun rolls his eyes, his feet pressing the gas pedal with a little more force than necessary as the light finally signals green.

“Always so happy to see me, are you?” He hums, earning himself a scoff from the other man. Taehyun mutters something unintelligible under his breath before sighing. “You’ve missed two meetings, one dinner and five important phone calls”, he lists them as though he’s reading off of a powerpoint, the monotone yet scolding edge to his tone slicing through the call.

Yeonjun bites the inside of his cheek, his brows furrowing as his finger taps the back of his phone. “So, reschedule them?” He suggests to which his assistant snorts. “To when? – You’re fully booked all of this week, and the next, then there’s the ball on the 29th not to mention-” — “Alright! Alright! I get it”, Yeonjun cuts him off with a heavy exhale, “Tell them I was sick, or… I don’t know, make something up.”

A moment of silence follows and Yeonjun watches the raindrops as they race down the windshield, an impassive expression on his face. “You’ve used that excuse three times this week already”, Taehyun stubbornly reminds him and Yeonjun has to fight the urge to just hang up on him.

“You’ve got to start taking things seriously”, his assistant says, “Taking over the business when your father passes won’t be easy, and it’s…” — “Best for me to get as much experience as I can so that I’m prepared for when the day comes, I know”, Yeonjun finishes with a heavy exhale.

“Yes, precisely”, Taehyun hums.

Yeonjun nods, not that the other man could see it – a sense of dread settling within the pit of his stomach at the thought of overtaking such a huge role. His eyes dart from building to building, his nose scrunching at the cheap architecture of the area. Responsibilities had never been his forte, in any sense really. Neither was paperwork or mingling with important people and pretending to actually be interested in a single thing they had to say. Yeonjun often wished he hadn’t been the only child to come out of his parent’s loveless marriage. It would’ve been nice to share the burden with someone else.

The sound of Taehyun typing away at his computer echoes through the call, the persistent noise only adding to the overwhelming feeling coursing through his chest. He sighs, trying his best to relax and focus on the road ahead, not noticing the growing acceleration of the car he was currently driving. “What’s on my agenda for tomorrow then?” He begrudgingly asks, regretting the question as soon as it passes his lips.

Taehyun quickly goes off to list his schedule for the upcoming days, but all Yeonjun can hear is his future being carved out in stone before him. Meeting this, dinner that, small talking here and chatting people up there. It was exhausting.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, blinking once, twice to shake the sleep from his already drooping eyes. “Are you even listening?” Taehyun asks, his sharp voice clipping him across the face and making him jerk in his seat. “Hm? Yeah, meeting at 11 tomorrow?” — “10”, his assistant corrects and Yeonjun groans.

“Are you headed home?” He then asks to which Yeonjun hums. “Yeah I’m…” But he can barely finish his sentence before the car suddenly shifts on the road. “Shit!” He curses, but it didn’t matter that his foot hit the brakes with a force that could’ve easily snapped his ankle in half, it wasn’t enough to stop the car in time, the wet road throwing the vehicle into hydroplane. — The screeching noise of the tires ring in his ears, the thud of what could only be another person hitting the hood of his car and then the ground is deafening.

The car jerks as it comes to an abrupt halt, but it’s far too late.

For a moment everything is silent. Only the sound of rain batting against the windows can be heard, and Yeonjun watches with his heart in his throat as the windshield wipers continue their pathway back and forth over the glass, as though nothing had happened. “Yeonjun? Are you there? What happened?” Taehyun’s voice, now lacking any sense of composure, is coming from the floor, for he’d dropped his phone in the haste of it all.

“Yeonjun! Answer me!” He demands, and only then is the older male snapped out of his trance as his hands let go of the steering wheel. “What happened?” Taehyun hisses on the other line and Yeonjun winces as he brings the device to his ear once more.

“Fuck…” He exhales, his voice trembling as he speaks, “I think I just hit someone.” — “And… oh my god my car!”

FOUR DAYS LATER

It’s bright. Really fucking bright. The sharp light stings your eyes, making you squint as you peer up at the sterile ceiling. This was so not the afterlife – because if it was, you most certainly wouldn’t be hooked up to a beeping machine and laying flat on your back on a small and hard hospital bed.

The constant chatter of nurses surround you, and it was to your greatest dismay that you realized you hadn’t even been granted the luxury of your own room. Separated only by thin, teal curtains you glance to the other patients occupying the room. — There was an older man opposite you and two beds to the right, he was staring silently ahead as a nurse tended to his plastered body, it covered both his legs and arms, making him essentially imobile. Upon glancing down at your own plastered arm you suddenly realized that you might actually have been in for more luck than you’d thought – unfortunately for you, it was your dominant hand that was out of order.

Still, you could perfectly wiggle your toes, and you were relieved to find that your legs obeyed your every command. With a small sigh you lean back against the lonesome pillow provided by the hospital. You glance around, trying to find out where you could possibly be – hopefully not somewhere too expensive, you were already indebted in every aspect of your life, a broken arm was not going to be next on your list.

Clearing your throat, you try to call for one of the nurses, but before you can even raise your still working hand, the curtain to your right is dramatically drawn aside. The sudden action makes you jump, your mouth falling open in a scream that never leaves your lips.

“Fucking finally, you’re awake!” A man you did not recognize, occupies the empty bed next to your own, you weren't sure that was even allowed – he hardly looked ill… At least not physically. “I was beginning to think you would never peel those eyelids open”, he mutters as he swings his legs over the edge of the mattress before standing up and approaching you.

He was handsome, no doubt. The jet black hair on top of his head fell across his face in even sections, framing his already sharp and prominent features. The grin that stretched across his lips displayed a set of perfectly white and straight teeth, almost uncannily so – and his eyes sparkled with what you thought to be relief as he came to a halt by your bed.

“I’m sorry… Who are you?” The question comes off almost stingy, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t place the man into any of the awful categories of people in your life. The man’s expression falters for a moment, his grin falling as his dark brows raise on his forehead. “What?” He echoes, and he sounds almost in disbelief. “You… Do you not remember what happened?” He then inquired, and this time he came off almost excited – he was probably ready to feed you a bunch of bullshit lies.

You scoff, averting your gaze for a moment as you let yourself recall the events leading up to your unfortunate and current predicament. It was embarrassing to say the least, and you remember the pain, the air being knocked from your lungs, the blood and the bright lights. — Your silence is not well received by the man as he immediately goes on another rant. “Well if you don’t then that’s fine – it wasn’t anything serious really, you just-” His voice was awfully familiar, and the longer you listened, the more pieces fell into place.

“You.”

The blunt accusation cuts him short and you turn to him with narrowed eyes. “You fucking hit me.” You jab a finger to his chest, making him grimace as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah… I see amnesia wasn’t the case then..!” He nervously chuckles to which your frown only deepens. “Excuse me?”

The man clears his throat, straightening out his shirt before reaching a hand out to introduce himself. “Sorry, I should've probably done this from the start… I’m Yeonjun, Choi Yeonjun.” Your eyes linger on the expensive watch that wrapped around his delicate wrist, then to the perfectly ironed shirt he wore, the brand foreign to your eyes. In fact, nothing he wore was something you’d ever see at the local markets you did most of your shopping at, it was all put together and neat, down to the very detail – which could only mean one thing.

This guy was absolutely loaded.

You take his hand, the handshake becomes awkward as you’re forced to use your left hand, seeing as he’d completely immobilized your right one. His grip is firm, and it surprised you, because truthfully he looked like a wimp. But the action in itself feels formal, as though it was something he did on a regular basis.

Your silence has him holding onto your hand a beat longer. “Not going to give away your own name?” He asks to which you nod toward the foot of your bed, “Says right there doesn’t it?” you mutter unenthusiastically. Yeonjun chuckles, shaking his head as he lets go of you, “She makes jokes I see.” — You send him a nasty grimace in return, but he hardly seems offended.

He then takes a small step back, creating as much distance between you as the narrow space would allow. But when he glances over his shoulder, his demeanor suddenly switches. It takes him about half a second to have the curtains pulled around you once more, shielding you from the crowded room and leaving the two of you alone.

“Listen”, he says as he approaches you once more, and this time there’s not a drop of charisma to his voice. In fact he looks almost like he’s about to tell you a secret that might have the both of you beheaded. “About that night–” He begins in a hushed whisper but is abruptly cut off by the sound of the curtain he had just so meticulously closed, being yanked open.

A small nurse appears by the opening, the white hat sitting awkwardly atop her head, as though it was too big. She flattens out her robe when she steps inside, a friendly smile plastered onto her face. “I see you’re finally awake!” She exclaims as she grabs the clipboard hanging by the foot of your bed. That was the second time someone had said that, just how long had you been knocked out?

But you don’t get to ponder that thought any further as the woman takes place on the other side of your bed. “You can imagine it’s been a rough couple of days”, she says whilst shoving the clipboard under her arm to mess with the IV drop attached to you. “Your boyfriend’s been worried sick”, she then says without skipping a beat. — Yeonjun’s cough is almost comically loud as he brings a hand to his mouth, very obviously aware of your beyond baffled expression.

“My what?” You question, your brows shooting high on your forehead. The nurse turns to you with a perplexed look, her face faltering for a moment, as though she had said something out of line. But before you can further object, Yeonjun has grabbed ahold of your shoulder, pulling you against him in one quick motion.

The scent of his expensive cologne hits your nose, making you almost dizzy as you brush against his chest. “Darling”, he exhales against the side of your face, “You must’ve hit your head pretty hard.” He glances toward the nurse, sending her an apologetic smile and completely ignoring your protesting huff. “She gets a little disoriented at times.”

“Oh– Of course”, the nurse nods before shaking her head once, as if coming back to her senses. The remainder of her stay is spent in silence as she quietly checks your vitals, not oblivious to the tension lingering in the air as your eyes practically burn holes into Yeonjun’s figure – the latter, on the other hand, seems completely at ease as he watches the nurse work with an impassive expression, his arms folded neatly across his chest.

She leaves as soon as she’s done, quickly excusing herself and closing the curtains behind her once more. You don’t waste as much as a second, quickly pushing yourself into a sitting position as you try your hardest to yank the IV from your arm, it proved quite the challenge as your right hand was completely fucking useless.

“Woah there”, Yeonjun suddenly springs into action as his fingers clasp around your healed arm, keeping the needle safely in place, “I don’t reckon that’s very safe.” — You scoff, brushing him off but refraining from touching the drop again. “I don’t reckon hitting me with your car was very safe either.”

The comment has him biting the inside of his cheek as he takes a step back. “Touché”, he says as he runs a hand through his dark hair, his eyes darting across the small and makeshift room you were currently in. — “Ahem..” The clearing of your throat hardly deters him as he steps toward the IV drop, watching with great intrigue as the droplets slowly transfer through the plastic tube.

“I reckon you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Hm?”

Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow as he turns your way, his hand placed thoughtfully under his chin. “Do I? You seem to remember just fine”, he drawls to which you frown. “I’m not talking about the crash-” — “Accident.” Yeonjun firmly corrects.

“What?”

“It was an accident. Don’t use the word ‘crash’ it’s too vulgar”, he shudders as he lets his hands drop to his sides. “Besides”, he then says as he takes a seat on the edge of your already narrow bed, “Accident’s make for better sob stories.”

You regard him with a look of disbelief, your brows pulled deep into a frown and your lips slightly parted. “Are you being serious right now?” You scoff, but the determined expression on Yeonjun’s face didn’t once waver – causing you to groan as you avert your gaze. “Alright, whatever. I wasn’t talking about the accident, because it was a crash – I’m talking about the whole boyfriend thing, what the fuck is up with that?”

Yeonjun shrugs as he fiddles with the expensive looking watch on his arm. “Oh, that small detail? They wouldn’t let me stay until you woke up unless I was family – figured boyfriend was as close as I could get.” He then glances at you with a small frown, “What, are you a lesbian or something?”

Your jaw slacked, half in disbelief and half in offense to his sheer audacity. “I… No? But why would it matter if I was!” You shake your head, blinking twice as you try to make sense of your current situation. “You’re telling me no one here knows you’re responsible for my arm being fucking encapsulated?”

Yeonjun huffs, “Alright now you’re being dramatic. It’s just a cast, you’ll have it off in a matter of weeks.” — “Weeks?” You shriek, “I can’t even type on a computer with this, how am I supposed to work?”

The man tilts his head to the side as he watches you with slight confusion. “So? Just take a couple of weeks off – I basically gave you a free vacation.” He then adds with a sly grin as he pats your knee. You resist the urge to quite literally kick him off the bed. “It doesn’t work like that. I can’t just take time off work, the rent won’t pay itself.” Well, his probably did, you thought with a bitter grimace.

Yeonjun shifts on the bed with a small sigh, “Listen, I’m sorry about your arm alright – but it’ll heal. What I’m here for is to discuss something of far more importance.” He says as he turns to face you, his expression suddenly morphing into a most serious one. “What happened that night, it was an accident… And you don’t go to court over accidents.”

You frown as you listen to his words. “What? You’re asking me not to sue your ass?” — Yeonjun rolls his eyes but you catch the flicker of hesitation behind them. “Well, yes, something along those lines.” He runs his fingers through his hair, grimacing as they catch on a strand before he continues. “How do I explain it to someone like yourself..” He murmurs thoughtfully.

“I’m not an imbecile”, you spit. The comment has him raising a brow as his lip twitches, “Your brain scans beg to differ.” — “What?” But Yeonjun only shakes his head as he bites back a chuckle. “Alright”, he begins as he straightens his back ever so slightly, “Supposedly, I have a reputation to uphold”, he says with a small shrug, “Nothing serious, just my future and my career depending on it.” He glances toward your injured arm, then over to the scowl plastered onto your face. “And this situation… Let’s just say it won’t look good for me to go public with it.”

“So you’re begging me not to sue you?”

Yeonjun frowns, “I wouldn’t use the word ‘beg’..”

“I would.”

He rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest as he throws one leg over the other. “Fine. I want to settle this without involving more people than necessary, how about that?” — You regard the expectant look on his face, from his calculating eyes to the subtle twitch of his defined jaw. Your financial situation was already bound to take a blow from this, not to mention that you might even lose your job. There was no way you were just going to let this man walk away with his pockets full and his ego still intact.

Take from the rich and give to the poor. That was the motto you strived to achieve.

“Alright..” You slowly begin, watching as his eyes lit up and his head jerk in your direction. There was something undeniably satisfactory in his already celebrated victory – and you have to push down a small smirk.

“How far are you willing to go?”

25 MINUTES LATER

“Come on – I think I can see the top!” You excitedly exclaim as you lean forward. The late afternoon breeze caresses your face, instantly bringing a smile to your lips as you bask in the warm air. Behind you, Yeonjun pants, his heavy breath fanning across your neck. “You’ve said that these past ten minutes now”, he groans as he continues to push you forward. You roll your eyes, not caring for his unenthusiastic attitude. “Well, I mean it this time around!”

What was probably meant to be a snort comes out as half a whine, half a whimper as Yeonjun begrudgingly pushes the wheelchair up the steep hill. “I don’t… -pant- get it… -pant- your legs are.. -pant- just fine.” His complaints were nothing but background noise to your ears – still, you glance down to your legs, swinging them back and forth to further prove his point.

The hospital grounds were a lot more terrained than you had initially anticipated, and what had started out as a walk around facilities, had ended with Yeonjun struggling to push you up the large hill that had caught your eye. The wheels of the wheelchair caught on snares and rocks, making it quite the bumpy ride, and you had to grip the armrests tightly with your one good hand to not fall overboard.

“Mind where you’re going! You’re transporting fragile cargo”, you snap when Yeonjun pushes the wheelchair over yet another branch, causing it to snap under the weight of it all. The man merely scoffs, the sound coming out breathy as he gathers whatever strength he had left. “Fragile my ass”, he mutters under his heaving breath, the words brushing against your neck. “That crash ought to have killed you then.”

“You wish it did, huh?”

Yeonjun sighs, “I’m starting to seriously reconsider.”

Finally, the steep hill pans out into flat ground and with one final push, the wheelchair comes to a stop. Bracing himself on the handles, Yeonjun trembles as he looms over you, panting heavily as he does. “This better have been worth it”, he coughs, completely overtaken by exhaustion. — “We’re about to find out!” You state whilst stretching your legs out in front of you before jumping to your feet.

“Oh fuck you”, Yeonjun spits as he watches you walk off to inspect the area. You ignore his crude comments, your eyes wandering across the few benches scattered around, none which were occupied. The spot was cozy enough though. With an approving nod you approach one of the larger trees, leaning against its trunk to peer out over the hospital yard. The place turned out to be quite decent after all, the food was good, and your room had been upgraded to a suite - the company however… You glance toward Yeonjun who had taken a seat on the wheelchair, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

He would do. For now.

His willingness had surprised you. He really must not want that lawsuit, you thought to yourself as you plucked a leaf from a low hanging branch. Oh well, you would continue to abuse your temporary power for as long as you could – if he could splurge money on a suite then he could surely treat you to a nice dinner as well.

And who said getting run over didn’t have its benefits?

“Hey stranger!” You wave him over with your good arm, and Yeonjun reluctantly lifts his head to see you jumping up and down by the nearby tree. With sluggish movements he drags himself from the wheelchair and over to you, his expression already painted with dismay. — “What’s with the long face?” You hum as he comes to a stop before you.

Yeonjun quirks an unamused brow as he glances between you and the handful of leaves you had picked from the tree. “Oh nothing, just the stock market crashing and my funds losing value while I’m playing nurse”, he shrugs, “But really I’m fine – I’m having loads of fun.” He flashes you a quick smile that drops just as fast as it had appeared.

“Really?”

“No.”

There’s a small pause as you both glance out over the hospital facilities, your eyes lingering on the patients out and about as they try to catch the last afternoon sun. The once warm breeze was slowly turning chilly and you could see the sun setting over the horizon. — For a short moment you stopped to wonder what would become of you when you were finally discharged. The call you had to make to your boss upon returning inside would surely not be a pleasant one. How did you explain your previous absence and the one to come? The chances of you keeping your already low paying job were slim…

“Is this why you wanted to come out here?” Yeonjun suddenly breaks the silence as he crosses his arms over his chest, a displeased look on his otherwise handsome face. “I mean, the view is nothing marvelous – plus it’s fucking freezing.” — “Hm? Oh, yeah.. It’s alright I suppose..” You murmur, your gaze dropping to the ground beneath you. The grass grew wild and untamed, peeking up in uneven sections and brushing against your ankles.

Your sudden change in demeanor doesn’t pass him unnoticed and you can feel his eyes on your frame as he regards you quietly. “What?” He then huffs, “Don’t tell me I’ve pushed you all the way up here for nothing?” There’s a light-hearted edge to his words but you can also make out the uncertainty behind them – as though the sudden switch in your mood confused him. Accident or not – your financial situation wasn’t his fault. Everything else though…

“No”, your lip twitches into a small, half-hearted smile, “It wasn’t for nothing.” You say as you walk past him and back to the wheelchair. “Plus”, you throw a glance over your shoulder, “Even if it was – I would’ve made you do it anyway.”

Yeonjun’s scoff echoes over the hilltop as he jogs after you, “I don’t doubt it.”

“Are you walking down?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

He sighs, “Should’ve never asked.” — “Wow! Look at you, you’re learning!”

Though hardly amused by your sarcastic reply, he still waits for you to take a seat. “Don’t let it get to your head”, he grumbles as he grabs the handles and turns the wheelchair around as he begins your shared journey down the hill. You huff as you lean back in the chair, “Whatever do you mean?”

Yeonjun doesn’t reply as he steers you down the narrow pathway you had originally ascended from, this time with a lot more ease. The sky, now painted in hues of pink and orange, casts you in a warm glow and makes you squint. — Had it not been for your unfortunate situation, you would have probably found the scene quite beautiful.

“You know..” Yeonjun begins, his voice ringing out somewhere above you, “I actually don’t know shit about the stock market – I made that up.” The admission makes you grin as you shake your head, “I know.”

“Alright, fuck off.”

THAT SAME EVENING

The sound of footsteps echo down the hall as Yeonjun paces the empty corridor. Surrounded by white sterile walls and flickering bright lights, he battles the headache that had been so persistently following him around these past four days. — And Taehyun’s nagging voice certainly didn’t help one bit.

“Your father is asking for you”, his assistant says in a curt voice. “Did you tell him to check under my bed?” Yeonjun counters, earning himself a disapproving tsk from the other man. “Do you realize how serious this is? You injured someone- If she died you could’ve been charged with manslaughter!”

“But she didn’t die.”

“That’s not the point”, Taehyun cuts back and Yeonjun swore he could hear the gray hairs forming on his assistants head. “You’ve got to start seeing the consequences of your actions and… Where are you even?”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he glances down the hallway, “The hospital.” — “The hospital..” Taehyun sighs, “No, of course, Jesus, where else would you be?” He pauses, “Did she wake up yet?”

“Mhm”, Yeonjun hums as his gaze fixates on the door opposite him. It was only a matter of seconds before you called for him again, no doubt having him perform yet another task that a nurse easily could’ve done in his place. — “And?” Taehyun presses, the sound of his fingers tapping against what Yeonjun assumed to be the table of his office, echoes over the line.

“And… I’m handling it.”

“Handling it how? – The last thing you need is a lawsuit after you. If your father finds out about…” His assistant doesn’t even dare finish the sentence as he instead falls silent. Biting the inside of his cheek, Yeonjun leans against the wall behind him, his free hand reaching deep into his pocket as he exhales. He knew all too well what was at stake – Hell, he’d been lucky enough that you didn’t seem to have a single relative to come look for you, leaving him your only visitor these past days. When he thinks about it, the reality of it all was quite sad. But he couldn’t afford to waste his energy on such trivial matters.

“She won’t press charges”, Yeonjun finally states. The confidence in his voice is unwavering, but it does little to impress Taehyun who scoffs. “You ran her over.” — “Correction”, Yeonjun says with a frown, “My car hydroplaned and she was walking toward red.”

“You were speeding.”

“Was not.”

Silence.

“Alright”, Taehyun sighs but it was clear that he thought the conversation far from finished. “Did you offer her compensation?” — The frown on Yeonjun’s face deepens, “Compensation?”

“Money, Yeonjun. – You’ve got enough to waste, and especially if it means keeping her quiet.”

“Right.” He throws another glance toward the door which you reside behind, the suite had cost him half a fortune, but then, it was a lot more comfortable to discuss private affairs behind closed doors, especially when said affairs regarded his possible career. “I have compensated her, somewhat.”

Taehyun tsks, “What does that mean?” — “Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” Yeonjun drawls as he flattens out his shirt. The memory of pushing you up that god forsaken hill was still fresh in his mind and his arms ached just thinking about it. A small grimace passes his face as he imagines what you could possibly ask of him next.

As if on cue, your irritable voice calls for him. For someone currently hospitalized you still seemed to have loads of energy. “Ooooh Yeonjun~” His name coming from your lips alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.

“Was that her?” Taehyun wonders and Yeonjun suppresses a shudder as he swallows. “Don’t worry about it”, he says. His assistant makes a noise of disapproval, “I’m serious, you have to be careful with-”

“I’m handling it, alright? – You just focus on keeping my father away.” With that he ends the call and shoves his phone back in his pocket before pushing himself off the wall and approaching the door. He stops with his hand on the handle, gathering the last of his strength as he prepares to step inside.

The room in itself was grand, with its own bathroom and shower, a Tv and a fat stack of books. It was accompanied by windows that ran from floor to roof, giving the room as much natural light as possible during daytime. Your bed here was a lot bigger too, with a variety of both blankets and pillows. But despite being bathed in luxury, you seemed intent on using Yeonjun as your primary source of entertainment.

Propped on said big bed, you lean comfortably against the fluffy pillows, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. “Took you long enough”, you say as your narrowed eyes search his figure. “Where’s my coffee?” — Shit, Yeonjun had completely forgotten about that the moment he’d stepped outside and Taehyun called.

“Machine was broken”, he shrugs as he approaches the chair not far from your bed. He brushes past the look of disbelief you send him. “Did you even go down and check?” — Yeonjun shakes his head, “No. But they never work in places like these, besides the coffee tastes cheap.” He really was unable to grasp the fascination for such a beverage if it wasn’t brewed to perfection in the comforts of his own home.

“Cheap?” You retort as you twist on the bed, “What, do you get the beans grinded in your backyard?” Yeonjun shakes his head, “No. I have that done in the kitchen.” — You stick your tongue out in response. He couldn’t quite understand your frustration over such a mundane matter, but he watches as you then flop back down against the mattress with an exasperated sigh.

There’s a brief silence that follows your short conversation. Yeonjun had realized long before you even woke up that the two of you were very different. He’d spent the majority of these past four days studying you intently. — Your brows grew frantically, like they’d never seen a pair of tweezers, and your lips were chapped. Your nails were short and bitten, the lines on your forehead damn near permanent, as if stuck forever in a slight frown.

Still, you intrigued him greatly – for reasons still unbeknownst to himself. There was something raw in the way you acted, your words blurting out unfiltered and without a second thought – much like himself, in a way. The only difference was you had the freedom to express yourself without the constant worry of people’s approval. It must be nice, being that uncaring.

“The fuck are you staring at?”

Your sharp voice startles him from his thoughts and Yeonjun nearly jumps out of his seat. “Christ, do you intend to wake the dead?” He huffs in an attempt to downplay the fact that his soul just left his body and was on its way up the tenth and final floor.

You roll your eyes as you regard him with amusement. “Caught you lackin’” — “You- What? No, I..” He shakes his head, tsking as he dismisses you and instead turns his attention toward the black Tv screen. Just as he was about to suggest putting something on, do you interrupt him. — “I’m kinda hungry.”

“So?”

“Feed me.”

Yeonjun’s jaw slacks, his brows shooting high on his otherwise smooth forehead. “What?” He echoes to which you groan. “You heard me”, you point to the large fruit bowl by the Tv bench, “Fetch me those grapes.”

“You can’t be serious”, Yeonjun grumbles as his eyes flicker between you and the fruit, staring back at him with menace. The smirk on your lips only grows and he feels his heart sink as the reality of his situation dawns on him. — “Come on”, you drawl in a sing-songy voice, “Think about the lawsuit~”

Those words alone are enough to have him shooting up from the comforts of his chair and walking across the room in order to access the fruit bowl. It’s heavier than he’d anticipated and he almost stumbles over his own feet before reaching your bed. — “Jesus, I bet you weren't picked first in gym class?” You tsk as he places the bowl on your bedside table.

Yeonjun’s brows twitch in anger as his narrowed eyes find yours, “Alright fuck off.” Though he makes sure not to mention that he was in fact always picked last for football practice – or any other matter that involved some kind of physique. His nine-year old self still lived with a bruised ego, and he would be damned if his 25 year-old self had to live through the same torment, no less by you.

A flicker of confusion passes his face when you wordlessly part your lips, glancing up at him expectantly. His eyes drop to your round cheeks, the skin soft and smooth – just waiting for him to pinch it and make you squeal. Then his attention shifts to your lips, despite being slightly chapped they were still oddly enticing to look at and Yeonjun catches his tongue darting out to wet his own.

“Fuckass. Feed me the grapes.”

The quick and sharp snap of your voice breaks his trance and Yeonjun blinks twice as he shakes his head, “Huh?” You scoff, folding your good arm across your chest as you send him an impatient grimace. “The grapes. What the fuck are you thinking of?”

Right. Yeonjun coughs as he picks a handful of grapes from the bowl. “Nothing your mediocre mind could wrap itself around”, he spits before shoving a perfectly round and green grape into your mouth. It’s with great satisfaction that he watches you slightly choke on the fruit before angrily chewing it, your teeth grinding together as you shoot him a glare.

You swallow, “We’ll see how mediocre my lawyer is then.”

“Funny.”

“You think so?”

“Shut up and have another grape.”

You don’t protest when he shoves the fruit in your mouth, in fact Yeonjun thinks he might’ve even caught a subtle smirk playing on your lips. Whatever. You’ll be back on your feet soon, then he’ll offer you compensation, the case will be sealed off and forgotten about – and his life would go back to being what it had always been.

“Can you use that fan over there on me?”

“No.”

THE FOLLOWING MORNING

Turns out hospital curtains were shit. Your eyes have barely peeled open and the sun is already stinging them. With a frustrated groan you squeeze them shut once more, intent on getting another hour of sleep. What time was it even, 5am? The bed was comfortable at least, far better than the petty excuse of a mattress you had been sleeping on last night.

You smack your lips together, cringing at how dry your mouth felt as you swallowed. The pillow felt wet against your cheek and with slight horror you realized that you had probably been drooling. “Ew..” Your attempt at sitting up proved futile as there was something warm and heavy occupying your left leg and greater portion of your right. — Confused, you finally tear your eyes open, squinting against the harsh light as your gaze falls on Yeonjun.

The frown on your face deepens, your face twisting into a small grimace as you scoff. “Fucking idiot”, you mutter when pushing yourself onto your elbows. Yeonjun, once slouched on a chair, now had his whole torso draped across your legs, his cheek squished against your knee as he snored lightly.

His once put together hair now lay a mess, a few strands falling across his forehead. The sleeves of the expensive shirt he wore had been pushed up to his elbows, his coat discarded on the backrest of the uncomfortable chair. The warm glow of the sun cast him in bright hues that highlighted the natural flush of his cheeks — his long lashes fluttering slightly as he frowned in his sleep.

What was he thinking? He should’ve gone home, changed and slept in an actual bed. Did he seriously think you were still suing him? God, you had too much on your plate to worry about arguing with his petty ass in court. — You purse your lips as your eyes linger on his unconscious figure. He looked funny. Slightly… cute, you suppose – he would’ve been a decent 8/10 had he not hit you with his car and immobilized your left arm.

Torn between wanting to kick him off the bed or watch him sleep just a moment longer, you’re suddenly pulled from your thoughts when the door to your room clicks open. A nurse enters, her robe wrinkled in places and her hair spilling out of the bun she wore, you imagined she’d worked the night shift for she looked absolutely beat. — Her eyes flicker between your unenthusiastic expression and over to Yeonjun’s slumped self.

A small smile tugs at her lips when she approaches your bed and you resist scrunching your nose in disgust when she says, “Why, aren’t you two the cutest?” — That was highly debatable and you don’t reply, instead settling back against the pillow as she begins checking your condition. You were still in disbelief over the ridiculous lie he’d told. Boyfriend? He could’ve went for distant relative, fuck you would’ve even taken cousin.

“You’re very lucky..” The nurse begins as she fiddles with the bandage wrapped around your arm. Her voice was filled with adoration and you held back the objection waiting on your tongue. You wanted to argue that you were anything but lucky. From losing four days of consciousness to the possibility of losing your job as well.. All thanks to the jackass shamelessly sleeping on your legs at this very moment.

But the nurse seems oblivious to your silent disagreement, and continues with a lighthearted tone. “He’s never left your side, you know? Barely slept either.” — You give her a tight-lipped smile, nodding quietly as your gaze travels down to Yeonjun by the end of the bed. He’s yet to wake up despite the conversation around him. Pushing the wheelchair must’ve really taken him out, you thought with a small huff.

“Lucky me”, you mutter. Your un-enthusiasm however, doesn’t seem to disturb your diligent nurse, who despite her rough exterior, works quietly on readjust your bandage. “How much longer until I’m out of here?” You wonder as you try to conceal the desperation laced curiosity of your voice.

The nurse pauses, her fingers having just fastened the bandage around your arm. “Well, my guess is sometime this afternoon, we need to run another brain scan since you’ve woken up from your coma. If your results come out clean you should have nothing to worry about.”

Right. Nothing to worry about. You lean back against the pillows with a deflated sigh, must be nice, having nothing to worry about. Your wandering gaze returns to Yeonjun’s sleeping figure, his chest heaving slowly as he takes long and steady breaths. “Bastard”, you mouth with a not-so-subtle sneer, though you quickly mask the grimace with a smile as your nurse gives your shoulder a small pat.

“I’ll be back to check in on you by lunch time.” She says before heading back out through the door she had emerged from not even ten minutes ago. Once the thick silence of your hospital suite returns, you find that you can’t take it anymore. — “Hey jackass”, your knee twitches under his cheek, making Yeonjun grimace as he mutters a string of unintelligible curses under his breath.

You groan, yanking the blanket from your legs and kicking him off in the process. Yeonjun wakes with a startle, his eyes wide and alarmed as his hands grip the armrests of his chair. The giggle bubbling in your throat makes its way past your lips without second thought. “At ease soldier, the enemy is still far”, you drawl as you throw him the blanket.

Yeonjun frowns as he blinks, slowly taking in his surroundings as he realises where he’d fallen asleep. “Fuck”, he grunts as he stretches out on the small chair, “My back is killing me.” His gaze snaps over to you, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Giving him a small shrug as you pick at your already chipped cuticles, you say, “I tried — But holy shit you weigh like three tons when you sleep.” You survey his displeased expression with narrowed eyes before adding, “Plus you drool.”

“I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes. You. Do.”

Yeonjun sits up a little straighter, the chair creaking under his weight as if to testify to your previous statement. “Who are you to police me anyway? Last I remembered you couldn’t even eat your own grapes.”

“And whose fault is that?” You counter to which Yeonjun obliviously glances the other way. You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. “Nurse came, she said I’ll be out of here before dinner time.” With a small exhale you let your fingers dance across the soft pillows, remembering your own stale one at home with slight distaste.

“That’s good news”, Yeonjun mutters as he shifts in his chair, his dark eyes lingering on your hand for a moment. “Yes,” you hum in agreement, yet for some reason the thought of returning to your cramped apartment didn’t seem so appealing anymore. You were hardly getting any more days off of work, which would mean back to business within the day… Which would make today your last one of freedom.

Your gaze flickers over to Yeonjun who was currently flattening out his expensive shirt and running a tired hand through his tousled hair. “Soldier”, you say, easily garnering his attention and a small glare. But you merely brush past his lack of enthusiasm. With an exhausted grunt you slide off the comforts of your bed, stretching your sore muscles for a moment. “I think we should go explore the vending machine.”

Yeonjun raises a brow as he, too, rises to his feet. — You snort, “Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t have a few pennies to splurge on poor o’le me.” But he only shakes head, “I don’t keep small change like that.”

With your hands on your hips you tsk:

“Alright. Then we’ll beg the elderly lady next door for some.”

THAT AFTERNOON

“What? You mean all of it?”

Your voice is unsteady as you hold your phone close to your ear. Your legs felt like jelly, your knees buckling under your own weight as you flop back down onto your bed. A distressed frown tugs at your brows and you chew your bottom lip anxiously. “How long will it take for them to get it back in order?”

With a small nod you hum along to whatever the plumber was reciting on the phone. Bunch of difficult terms, but none of them good, that much you knew. “Alright… Does insurance cover it?”

“Oh.”

“I see.”

When the line finally cuts the silence of your hospital suite was louder than ever before. You purse your lips, blankly staring ahead as you ponder your next move. Check into a hotel? Expensive. A motel? You grimace. — Scrolling through your pathetically short contacts list only serves as a reminder of how alone you really were. No place to crash, no place to go, no shoulder to lean on when your own was bandaged.

Before you can completely spiral, the door opens and Yeonjun stumbles inside. He’s clutching a paper in his hand, presumably your discharge one. “Ready to head out?” He asks as he approaches you, though his steps quickly falter upon noting the distant look on your otherwise expression filled face. — “You okay?”

Are you okay? No one had asked you that question in what felt like forever. It was always do this, get this done before the deadline, don’t forget that.. And when you weren’t being persistently nagged by your boss, there was nothing. Just silence. His expected question shouldn’t feel so… You give a small shrug, but the second you open your mouth to explain, everything just comes tumbling out all at once.

“My apartment’s fucking flooded”, you sob as your hands come up to wipe away the tears that forced their way down your cheeks. “Fucking stupid water leakage and– everything’s ruined!” Your words are interrupted by hiccups and small gurgling noises coming from deep within your throat. “C-Can’t go there and I… It’s going to be so expensive”, you whine as you shake your head.

Your chest heaves in tune with your pathetic sobbing as you aggressively wipe at your face. “Fucking– worst week ever! – Can never even.. Catch a fucking break…” You hated yourself for breaking down like this, for not being able to stop the tears that streamed down your face, your voice refusing to obey as you tried to reign in the helplessness to it.

Yeonjun’s fingers curling around your wrists as he pries your hands from your face is what finally breaks your trance. Granted you should’ve probably had a little more shame than you did, but nothing mattered in that moment and you immediately buried your face against his chest, sobbing your heart out against the smooth fabric of his shirt.

His arms are stiff and awkward as they wrap around your trembling frame, his hand patting your back in what was probably supposed to be soothing, but it more felt like he was beating a drum. — “You uh…” He clears his throat, his voice low and uncertain. “Gonna stain my shirt…” He murmurs as you snivel against the fabric.

“Shut up or I’m gonna use it as a tissue”, you huff between sobs. Yeonjun gives a short laugh, like he wasn’t sure if you were being serious or not. Good. He shouldn’t be.

It takes you a couple of minutes, but soon the tears subside, leaving behind ugly and wet streaks on your face as you pull away. Yeonjun’s arms release their hold on you, though his hands slide down to rest on your hips, the movement probably subconscious, but you were too beat up to even ponder on it, or slap him off for that matter.

“It’s fine”, you finally say with a shaky exhale as you meet his gaze for the first time since he stepped through the door. Yeonjun slowly nods as he watches you wipe off the remnants of your tears, blinking twice to clear them from your lashes. — “Yeah”, you then say with a firm nod, straightening back up as you glance over at him.

Immediately recognizing the mischievous glint in your eye, Yeonjun takes a step back as his hands fall from your hips. “What?” He says as his eyes narrow. You shrug, “Oh nothing… It’s just that, since I don’t have anywhere to go for the time being…”

“No.”

“It would be very considerate of my boyfriend to offer his couch for a couple of days.”

You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he slowly realizes that he’s effectively backed himself up into a corner. “Besides”, you add as you present your still bandaged arm, “I reckon I could use some assistance around the house.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widen tenfold, “I’m not–”

“You’ll be wiping my shit, bitch.”

HALF AN HOUR LATER

Yeonjun contemplated driving you both off the road approximately seven times on your fifteen minute drive home. This was a terrible idea, one you had decided on without consulting him about for as much as a second. Part of him thinks he deserves it — he did hit you after all… No. He shakes his head, fingers flexing around the steering wheel. You were crossing a red light, actively breaking the damn law. And Yeonjun was only going 10 miles above the speed limit.

He holds back a fifth sigh when your voice breaks the silence for the nth time. “How much longer?” You chirp, your legs moving restlessly in front of you as you gaze out the window. That was the third time you asked said question, and he knew his answer would be of little satisfaction.

“Almost there.”

“You said that last time.”

“You asked two minutes ago.”

Silence falls over the flashy vehicle. Yeonjun briefly worried that you might stain his expensive leather seats. But he held back any comments about the way your fingers wandered across the dashboard, you seemed intent on leaving your prints everywhere. “Are you trying to pin a crime on me?” He asks as he glances your way. — “Wouldn’t be pinning it on you if you actually committed it”, you snort.

“I didn't.”

“The law disagrees.”

God would you just shut up. It feels like pure bliss when he finally pulls into the familiar driveway of his house. The three floors were a most ordinary and mundane sight for him, as were the big and shiny windows covering the side of the building. But your impressed whistle still makes his ears burn.

“This is neat”, you say as the car comes to a halt, already halfway out before he even has the chance to turn the engine off. “And you’re telling me you live here all by yourself?” You wonder as you go to scour the cars lined up on the driveway, eyeing them each like a potential buyer would.

Yeonjun hums as he follows you with hasty steps, much like a parent anxiously waiting for their toddler to break yet another vase. Once you notice his lingering presence you turn around, your hands raised in surrender. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my paws off your shiny toys.” — He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, that hasn't aged well thus far.

Bringing you inside was an undoubtedly even more frightening experience. Yeonjun had never considered just how much stuff he actually treasured within the four walls of his home until you stepped foot on his marble floors. “Shoes off”, he snaps as you mindlessly saunter down the long hallway. You pause, glancing over your shoulder before your eyes drift to the worn out sneakers you wore. With a small shrug you pull them off, a grin Yeonjun knew all too well playing on your lips.

“Catch!”

The dirty shoe comes flying before he can as much as blink and he thanked god for his fast reflexes as he manages to catch it. “Fuck”, he huffs as his nose wrinkles in disgust, “Your feet stink.” Your second shoe strikes him across the face before the insult leaving your lips even has the chance to.

“I’ve been in a coma for four days, thanks to you.” You spit as you fold your good arm across your chest.

Yeonjun heaves a sigh as he realizes the devastating truth to your words. With a begrudging grimace he motions down the hall, “Bathroom’s to your right.” You send him a quick smile before disappearing from sight. Left alone with one shoe in his hand he contemplates just how long he would have to keep you here until he could finally get you off his back. Then there was the money too… You had yet to ask but he felt it was only right he offered some kind of compensation. Anything to settle it outside of court he reminds himself as he places your dirty shoes next to his freshly polished ones on the shoe rack.

The sound of the shower echoes throughout the flat, going through all the vacant rooms, following him around wherever he goes. Your presence is unfamiliar, the sign of life beside himself in this house an unusual phenomenon. — Yeonjun busies himself by preparing one of the guest bedrooms for you. He figured you’d want the biggest one.

He irons the sheets to perfection, gives each pillow a slap across the middle as he organizes them neatly by the headboard. Should he tell Taehyun that you were staying here — or was that better to be kept secret? He drags a hand across his face, groaning into his palm as he thinks back to a time where he wouldn’t have to deal with this.

In fact — Yeonjun is so busy with setting up the room for you and mulling over if he should make you dinner or not that he doesn’t even register the sound of the shower turning off. Nor does he pick up on your light footsteps as you descend down the hall. The uncharacteristically quiet knock you deliver to the door, despite it being ajar, is what pulls him out of his trance.

“Yes-”

But his words get lodged in his throat as he sees you lingering in the doorframe. Your skin is still wet and glistening as you hug the towel tighter around yourself, your bandaged arm hanging awkwardly by your side. Swaying back and forth on your feet, you release your bottom lip with a quiet exhale. “I uhm… Don’t have any clothes with me.”

“I can see that.”

God Yeonjun wanted to slap himself across the face. He quickly shakes his head, “I mean– I probably have something you can borrow…” You give him a small nod, and had it not been for your lack of clothes, and the fact that he was actively struggling not to stare like a kid in fifth grade, he would’ve probably relished in your shyness.

“Just uh, give me a minute”, he excuses himself as he squeezes past you in the doorway, wincing when your arms brush against each other. “When did you become such a prude?” He mutters to himself as he descends down the hall and to his own room.

Turns out picking clothes for a woman was a lot harder than he’d ever imagined. Yeonjun finds himself in front of his closet for a good ten minutes, wavering between green and blue like it was his finals. Perhaps he was reading into it too much, you weren’t going to care what he offered. He emits a defeated sigh as he glances over his options once more.

“Pushing her up a fucking hill, feeding her grapes and picking her damn clothes. Could’ve just hired a nanny”, he grumbles with a frown deep enough to touch the floor. He chews on the inside of his cheek, close to just giving up all together and letting you go naked. That would be a sight. No, ew, it wouldn’t. — “Girls like pink don’t they?” He finally huffs as he folds his arms across his chest. Well Yeonjun certainly didn’t own anything pink.

Red was close enough right?

“Fucking red?” You echo as he holds out the hoodie to you. Disgust is written across your face and Yeonjun resists the urge to tell you that the piece of fucking red garment was actually worth more than your months paycheck. Instead he scoffs, “You’re in no position to make demands.” Except you were. With a small tilt of your head you send him a look that could be best described as “Oh really?”

“Fine. Is green better?”

“... Red will do.”

You catch the hoodie with a glare that could slice through flesh. Were women always so angry? Yeonjun never lingered long enough to find out. He watches intently as you twist the fabric in your hands, then down to the naked skin of your thighs.

“Stop staring you perv.”

“Your kneecaps look weird.”

“How would you like them squashing your balls?”

Yeonjun suppresses a shudder at the mere thought, his hands flexing by his sides as he shakes his head. “I brought you some shorts too, not sure they’ll fit though.” He hands you the pair he should’ve gotten rid of five years ago, not that you had to know that of course. — You eye them skeptically, your lips pursed, another comment waiting behind them.

“Alright.”

Huh? Yeonjun blinks, his jaw slacking.

“No buts?” He frowns.

“No buts.”

Before he has the chance to speak, you reach for the towel wrapped around your body, undoing the small knot. It takes him about a fraction of a second to realize what you’re about to do. “Jesus woman! Let me flee the scene first”, he says as he scrambles for the door. — Your giggle echoes in his ears long after he’s slammed the wood shut, leaning against it as he screws his eyes together.

His hand clutches his chest, the erratic pounding of his heart thrumming against his knuckles. “The fuck…” He mutters as he tries to calm himself down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen women before, or brought them home for that matter. Usually he wouldn’t offer his clothes, they were far too valuable for that. But you left him no choice — which was becoming somewhat of a pattern.

With slow and heavy steps he makes his way over to the kitchen. The marble countertops feel smooth under his fingers as he drags a lazy hand over the clean surface. Yeonjun never felt like he took the comforts of his home for granted, but with the way your eyes had followed every single line of furniture like it was made out of gold made him reconsider.

He should probably make you something to eat. That would be the least he could do, right? Only problem was Yeonjun had never cooked as much as a single meal in his kitchen. It stood brand new, just like it had for the past two years.

“Where are the pans at?” He murmurs as he pulls cabinet doors open. He’d made sure to stock up on appliances, not that he was planning on using them, but they felt like a part of the house decor.

Once he’s got his hands on a decent pan he tackles his next obstacle. Turning on the stove. He tsks as he reprimands himself for choosing such extravagant and high-tech luxuries. Scratching the back of his head with a small frown he searches fervently for any button, but there were none.

“It’s a stove not a fucking ipad”, he grunts as he begins tapping the cool surface — flincing when it makes a beeping sound.

“Can’t believe it didn’t come with an instruction manual.”

20 MINUTES LATER

Yeonjun’s clothes felt light on you. The fabric was smooth against your skin and the garment wasn’t heavy. Admittedly you looked like a kid on the soccer team, but that was the least of your problems — not like there was anyone to dress up for around here anyway.

Having disappeared off to god knows where, Yeonjun had left you to roam his gigantic house. And you did exactly that. The hallways seemed never ending, sparsely decorated with a few plants here and there, who you all noticed to be made out of plastic when you passed them. “Must not have green fingers”, you hum as you twirl the artificial leaf between your fingers. Your eyes flicker down to the expensive-looking vase, “But a mind for money at least.”

Upon passing an ajar door, you stop in your tracks. Hesitating for only a moment, you push the door further open as you dare a peek inside. The room you find is nothing short of extravagant. With a king sized bed, clad in silk sheets and a carpet lining its perimeter. Windows lined the opposite wall, going from floor to roof, showing off the setting sun as it basked the room in a warm glow.

It hit you then that he would get to sleep in here every single night, in the comforts and luxury of such a nice home without a single worry about next week's budget. Your eyes flicker over to the dresser opposite the bed, your fingers twitching by your sides. No, you were no thief. Besides, you doubted there was anything worth selling aside from his plastic plants.

“Asshole”, you mutter as you step back out into the hallway.

Just then, a familiar scent hits your nose. It smelled just like a house fire. Joyous. — Yeonjun’s curses echo down the hall, the sound of cutlery clinking together making for a terrible beat to back up his vocals. Your bare feet pad toward the source of his chaos, and the scene you arrive at is far from disappointing.

Yeonjun stands bent over the stove, the culprit of the burnt smell being the eggs he’d attempted to scramble in the pan. Now all that was left was a crisp mess that had lost all its yellow — which he poked at with a spatula. Sweat pearls on his forehead, his expression stuck in a permanent frown as he pours his full attention onto the failed meal he was preparing.

“Need help?”

He startles at the sound of your voice, having clearly not expected your sudden arrival. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he finds you watching him with an amused expression. It was impossible to bite back the grin currently splayed across your lips.

“No.” He quickly retorts, sounding somewhat defensive.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

You round the marble countertop, stopping beside him as you peer down into the pan. “Smells…lovely”, you murmur, your nose betraying you as it scrunches in disgust. Yeonjun rolls his eyes, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he turns to you. Spatula gripped in one hand like a weapon, he folds his arms across his chest.

“What?” He snaps, clearly unamused by your silent critique.

Motioning toward the eggs still sizzling in the pan, “You do know how to cook right?”

“Of course I do”, he grumbles as he readjusts the grip on the spatula, “I cooked… In college.”

Your gaze flickers between him and the food, your brows rising on your forehead. “I can tell.”

You take a step forward, attempting to grab the spatula from his hand, only for him to immediately recoil, holding the utensil out of reach as he shakes his head. — “I’ll do it”, you scoff as you take another step forward, caging him against the counter. “No”, Yeonjun protests with another shake of his head, “You’ll burn the kitchen down.”

“I reckon that’s where you’re headed.”

He huffs, opening his mouth to bark out another remark — but all that he manages is a yelp when his free hand comes in contact with the scorching hot stove. The spatula slips from his grasp, hitting the floor with a clattering sound as Yeonjun grips his injured hand. You almost laugh, but the pain striking his face made you waver. Why did you feel bad?

“Fucking idiot”, you snort as you shake the thought away, grabbing ahold of his wrist and yanking him toward the sink. Yeonjun stumbles after you, muttering curses under his breath as you turn on the faucet. “Ow!” He hisses when you bring his now bright red hand under the lukewarm water.

“Get over yourself”, you mutter.

“It hurts?”

You give him a look of disbelief and Yeonjun’s eyes drift toward your bandaged arm, “Fine.”

He remains silent after that, letting you run his fingers under the water without complaints. His hands were oddly soft and you tried not to think about it too much, that and the fact that you were still holding on to him when he could’ve easily kept his hand there himself. — The silence seems to stretch on forever, making it the most awkward one yet, and that was saying a lot considering what the two of you had endured.

You avoid his gaze, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you focus your attention to his hand, your thumb smoothing over his palm absentmindedly. You should say something — but for once you can’t find the words. Not a single remark came to mind.

Yeonjun clears his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as his eyes flit between your face and his hand. “I can–”

“Shut up.”

He presses his lips into a thin line, likely biting back another protest as he sighs.

“Do you ever cook?” You ask without looking at him. Yeonjun shakes his head, murmuring out a quiet, “Not really.”

Glancing at him through the corner of your eye, you find his brows pulled into a small frown, his lips pursed into an almost cute pout. “Then what?” You wonder as you turn his hand under the water. Yeonjun shrugs, sounding almost defeated as he says, “Usually just eat out.” Right. He could afford restaurant worthy meals seven days a week, must be nice.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Just a little.”

The silence returns, it seemed unavoidable at this point — and for some reason it bugged you. He doesn’t say anything when you turn the faucet off, nor does he comment on the fact that you had yet to let his hand go.

Jesus.

Yeonjun throws a glance over his shoulder, his failed attempt at scrambled eggs staring back at him from the pan. He turns back to you, his mouth open in a sentence he never gets to finish.

“I can make–”

Your lips against his swallows his next words.

It’s weird. Nothing like the kisses you were used to, it was awkward. His lips were stiff against yours, in fact you don’t think it could’ve even counted as a kiss. It was more a ‘our lips are touching and that’s kinda weird but none of us are gonna pull back’ type of thing. He blinks once, then his eyes flutter shut, his long dark lashes caressing the top of his cheekbone.

You do the same.

The moment might’ve lasted two seconds or two years for all you knew. Yeonjun’s hand went lax in your own, his fingers twitching slightly. His lips felt soft, and they tasted almost sweet — like the candy your parents only allowed on special occasions.

When you finally pull back his jaw hangs slack, his eyes slowly opening as his gaze finds yours. Neither of you speak, and you couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed, weirded out or strangely enough, turned on — or all three. You didn’t even know what you were.

Finally he speaks, “What was–”

“For letting me crash here”, you quickly say, your voice coming out a lot shakier than you’d anticipated.

“And for attempting to cook.”

He clamps his mouth shut once more, his expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. “Yeah?” He echoes, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“Yeah.”

“You kinda–”

“Don’t mention it again.”

“...”

You let go of his hand, pulling back like it had stung you. Yeonjun doesn’t comment on it, but you catch the flicker of disappointment striking his features before he covers it with a sly smirk. “Takeout?” He offers, already fishing his phone out of his pocket.

“Preferably.”

THE NEXT MORNING

The rich slept real fucking comfortable — and as you stretch your limbs out on the mattress, the expensive silk sheets tangled between your legs, you could’ve sworn that at least 23 years of back pain had been cured. Despite it being early morning the sun was already piercing through the thin curtains of the guest bedroom, making you squint against its bright rays.

Thankfully Yeonjun had gone back to being a self centered and arrogant prick shortly after dinner last night. The kiss was still fresh in your mind, and every reminder was like a harsh slap across your face, more specifically your lips. Luckily he hadn’t mentioned it, and neither had you. It was better to just forget it all together — your situation was messy enough as is.

With a tired groan, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, gingerly getting up as you trudge toward the door, nature calling you urgently.

The house is still silent as you step out into the hallway and you glance both left and right to secure the area before making a move toward the bathroom. Every sound becomes intensified in the quiet morning air and you wince when you accidentally knock one of the vases on your descent down the hall.

Breathing out a sigh of relief only when the bathroom door closes behind you, you go about your business quickly. Yeonjun lingers in the back of your mind — but not for the reasons he had these past two days. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror above the sink, you frown at the state of your face.

“Jesus, I look like shit.”

He’s probably disgusted with the kiss — well, all the more reason not to bring it up at least. You would talk to him about finding another living situation for the time being. He was practically a stranger after all. It would be weird for you to keep staying here, right? With those exact thoughts in mind you push the bathroom door open, only for it to slam against something — or rather, someone.

Startled, you let out a shriek as you come face to face with an actual stranger.

“What the fuck?” You bark as you take a quick step back, your injured arm hitting the wall and sending a spark of pain through your body. — “Who the fuck are you?”

“I ought to ask you the same thing.”

The man, who looked to be your age, says as he peers over at you, the glasses on his nose sitting crooked. Then his eyes flicker down the hall. “Yeonjun! What did I say about warning me when you have hookers over?” He shouts, the irritation in his voice palpable. You were almost too stunned to catch the term he’d used to describe you with. But only almost.

“Excuse me?”

He gives you a quick one-over, “You’re excused.”

Your jaw slacks and you’re quick to raise your good fist.

“Listen here you little shi–”

Milliseconds away from getting your swing at the man, you freeze when someone grabs ahold of your wrist. Snapping your head to your left, you find Yeonjun next to you with a conflicted look on his face. “Taehyun”, he says through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrist unwavering, “I see you’ve met my guest.”

The man, Taehyun, gives you another glass, his dark eyes peering at you through his glasses. His lips part once his gaze lands on your bandaged arm — had this been a cartoon, a small light bulb would have probably been lit above his head right about now.

“Oh.”

He immediately clears his throat, reaching a hand out for you to take. Snatching your arm back from Yeonjun’s grasp, you awkwardly extend your left hand, making Taehyun mumble out a quiet apology as he, too, switches hand. The handshake is somewhat awkward, as you both exchange names, and you learn that Taehyun is Yeonjun’s assistant. Figures. He looked like a nerd.

An awful silence settles over you after that as your unfortunate trio shifts in the hallway. Yeonjun is the first to speak, his brows tugged into a frown as he regards his assistant. “Why are you here? Did my father–”

“No.”

Taehyun cuts him off with a shake of his head, “Worse.”

Yeonjun’s frown deepens, “What could possibly be worse than–”

“The CCTV footage from six days ago.”

“Oh.”

Confused, you glance between the two of them. “Footage of what?” You ask. Yeonjun avoids your gaze like it might blind him, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweats as he studies the floorboards beneath him. You turn to Taehyun, an expectant look on your face.

“The crash.”

“Accident”, Yeonjun quickly chimes in, though quickly quieting down when both you and his assistant send him a sharp glare.

Stunned, you blink twice. “Wait, you mean to tell me there was footage of him hitting me?” All this time you had thought it would’ve been your word against his, should you ever bring it to court. And who would trust someone unable to afford their own lawyer? But a video of what had happened that night… It would change everything.

“Shit”, you say as you turn to Yeonjun who looked like someone had drained the blood from his face.

“You’re fucked”, you scoff as you give his shoulder a shove.

Yeonjun shoots you a glare, “Should’ve reversed up on you.”

You roll your eyes, dismissing him as you turn back to Taehyun with your good hand on your hip. “So, when are we going?”

“In thirty minutes.”

“Oh.”

“I would’ve been here an hour ago if Yeonjun picked up his phone.”

“Asshole.”

30 MINUTES LATER

Court was fucking lit. A little less excessive wigs of course, but the judges were still dressed in robes and one of them had one of those funky little hammers made out of tree, a gavel, your lawyer had said it was called. — Oh right, you’d gotten lawyers as well, epic. Knowing that there was an actual video with hard proof evidence of what had happened that night made you feel strangely at ease.

“What was your name again?”

“Kai.”

Your lawyer did not seem as relaxed — you couldn’t fathom why.

“Rough day at work?”

He quirks a brow in your direction, “Something like that.”

You scoff, “I can imagine. I mean, having to combat that thing.” You motion toward the opposite side of the courtroom where Yeonjun was currently sitting. His arms were folded across his chest, his dark hair neatly styled. He was dressed in a suit, which was a lot more convincing than the simple dress pants and blouse you wore. You had stopped by your apartment on the way, and it was only a miracle that some of your clothes were still intact.

Yeonjun’s lawyer sits beside him, you think his name might be something on S. He’s talking to him, but Yeonjun hardly looks to be listening, his dark eyes are stuck on you, a damn near permanent scowl on his face.

You mouth the words ‘Good luck!’ to him.

‘Fuck you.’

You grimace, whatever. He was going down, one way or another. A part of you almost felt a little bad for him. He’d actually been quite helpful these past two days — even though it had all been to avoid your current predicament. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. You would take your chances today.

A loud bang sounds through the room, efficiently quieting down the previous murmur. Your head automatically turns to your right where you find that the bangning noise had come from the peculiar little hammer thing. The judge holding it didn’t look credible in the slightest, with an almost boyish grin on his face and eyes that glimmered with mischief.

“Ahem”, the man clears his throat, coughing into his closed fists as his eyes gaze out over the crowd. You follow his line of sight, noting Taehyun posted up by the very front row, an anxious look on his face. But when the judge starts speaking, your attention returns to him. — “Good day”, he begins in an overly cheery voice, “My name’s Choi Beomgyu and I’ll be leading today’s trial. Let us commence.”

The sound of the gavel slamming against the mahogany desk rings in your ears, and the air inside the courtroom suddenly shifts. Kai had given you a brief rundown of your rights and how things worked. He’d informed you what you could say and what you should say. That meant bringing up how you’d exploited Yeonjun for two days probably wasn’t a fantastic addition.

“Alright, we’ll begin with both sides testifying their side of the story, blah blah— uh, and then we’ll play the provided evidence, mhm, and then… some more questions blah blah..” Beomgyu slams the file before him shut as he leans back in his chair. His sharp gaze flickers between you and Yeonjun, his eyes, despite their mischief, oddly calculating.

“Listen here, the faster you lot solve whatever happened – the faster we can all skedaddle out of here, and I don’t know about you– but I’ve got someone very special waiting for me at home. And yes, she’s a real woman, not a cat.” — The other judges shift uncomfortably in their seats but none of them comment on the head judge’s oversharing segment.

“You,”

Beomgyu’s voice is sharp as he directs it your way and you nearly jump out of your seat upon being so suddenly addressed.

“Let’s hear it”, he says as he stretches his arms out behind his head.

You glance over at Kai who gives you a small nod of approval and a look that says, ‘Don’t say anything stupid now’. With a small cough you lean forward, adjusting the small microphone placed on the table in front of you.

“Uh… So I was walking and–”

Beomgyu’s yawn pierces the air, somehow overpowering your voice on the mic. He gives you a quick wave with his hand, signaling for you to continue. With a small frown you straighten up slightly. “Well, I was making my way to the subway… It was dark, raining too– and my mascara was running. Do you know how much it stings when you get mascara in your eye?”

Beomgyu shakes his head, “Can’t say I do.”

“Oh. Well, that made my sight lessen significantly, and did I mention it was dark too? Yeah so I’m making my way down the street, and I run into this homeless man — completely unprovoked he starts yelling at me, and you can imagine I’ve already had a bad day working overtime, and not to mention my mascara smudging too. Anyway then I–”

“Objection.”

You frown when Yeonjun suddenly speaks up, it was the first time he had since you’d arrived here. Beomgyu raises a brow but nods for Yeonjun to continue.

“This has nothing to do with the accident.”

Beomgyu purses his lips, as if considering Yeonjun’s words for a moment.

“You’re right.”

“But I’m intrigued, and I don’t even wear mascara.”

Beomgyu turns back to you, “Continue.”

Yeonjun’s sigh is theatrical as he slumps back in his seat and you bite back a smirk as you pull the mic closer to your mouth.

“So as I was saying, whilst I was hurrying down the street, I came to a road crossing. Now me being a role model civilian and all, I check my left and my right before proceeding. But then–” You pause, glancing around the room as the suspension rose, even Kai is looking up from his papers, his eyes filled with both dread and curiosity.

“There was light, I’m talking real big flashy ones — and they’re coming fast. There was no way for me to jump out of the way, and before I knew it, something, well more like someone, rammed straight into me.”

Hushed murmurs erupt amongst the crowd, the judges conversing quietly with each other as their gazes flicker between you and Yeonjun, who was currently adjusting his tie nervously. Beomgyu on the other hand stifled a yawn as he blinked slowly. — You lean back in your seat, giving Kai a small thumbs up which was responded to with a subtle nod from your lawyer.

“Impressive story telling”, Beomgyu hums as he flips the papers before him, fingers tapping against his desk idly, “You should start a podcast.” Then he promptly shifts in his seat, redirecting his attention to Yeonjun.

“Alright, take the stage.”

Not late to bite at the opportunity, Yeonjun practically jumps in his seat as he grabs ahold of his own mic. “Your honor, that is not what happened.” He clears his throat, sending you a quick glare before turning back to Beomgyu. “I as a role model civilian was on my way home after a long day of tiring work. I run a business, so you can imagine that I’m exhausted after a long day.”

Beomgyu’s brow twitches as he leans forward, “You run a business, what kind? Is it like an ice cream shop?”

Yeonjuns lips part, “I– No, it’s–”

“Oh, oh, a children’s store?”

“No.”

“Hm. Alright, continue.”

Yeonjun mutters something unintelligible under his breath, and you watch as his lawyer leans over to whisper something in his ear. He responds with a small nod, his fingers flexing around the mic stand.

“I was driving home, the roads were practically vacant and I was going comfortably at the speed limit.”

“Objection!”

Your yell echoes out in the courtroom, making everyone turn your way. Beomgyu nods, motioning for you to proceed.

“He was speeding, he had to have been. There was no way he wouldn’t have been able to stop if he wasn’t!”

“Your honor that is the furthest thing from the truth”, Yeonjun fires back as he glares you down.

“Then how do you explain it huh?”

“If you would so kindly allow me to get to the part where my car hydroplaned because of the rain, you would know.”

“That’s a load of–”

“Alright!” Beomgyu slams the little hammer against his desk, making you both fall silent as you reluctantly turn to face him. “I reckon we watch the evidence sent in by the state, which would be the CCTV footage from the night at uh… 10:27 pm.”

There’s a slight rustle coming from somewhere to your right as one of the staff workers fiddles with a computer, finally managing to connect it to a projector. Beomgyu leans back in his seat as the footage becomes presented on screen, meanwhile both you and Yeonjun lean forward, eyes glued to the projector.

With a small bruising noise the video begins to roll. It’s showing the road crossing from a far different angle than you had been witnessing it all. Placed about 10 ft tall on one of the corner buildings, it captures the scene with a fishbowl format. — The whole courtroom is silent, everyone watching intently as quite literally nothing happens.

Beomgyu’s groan is the first to pierce the still air. “Is there a way to speed it up?”

The staff member mumbles a quick apology before tapping a few buttons, upping the pace of the footage until a figure makes an entrance. You quickly recognize yourself, drenched head to toe in rain, your arms wrapped snugly around yourself as you dart down the street. Ew, why did you run like that? Whatever.

You watch your past self run toward the road crossing, barely slowing down to glance left and right before proceeding over the white markings on the ground. You’ve barely made it halfway when the familiar sight of Yeonjun’s car cuts through the screen. It’s coming in at an awkward angle, its wheels locked to the left, testifying that it had actually been hydroplaning.

The collision echoes on the tape, and the whole courtroom lets out a unified noise of distress, everyone but Yeonjun. It almost hurt even more to watch than it had when he’d actually hit you.

Beomgyu’s whistle is low and dramatic as he motions for the footage to be rewinded. “Ouch”, he says as he parts his hair with the help of his pinky, “That’s rough.”

“How the fuck did you walk away with just a broken arm?” He then asks as he glances over at your bandaged arm. You give him a small shrug, “Call it luck.”

“Well, I think that settles it. — You were speeding, otherwise your car wouldn’t have gone into hydroplane.”

Beomgyu had already grabbed a hold of the gavel, raising it high as he prepared to slam it against the table when Yeonjun suddenly shot up from his chair.

“You honor! She was walking toward red!”

The head judge pauses, arm raised mid air.

“She actively broke the law!” Yeonjun motions between you and him fervently.

“Oh fuck off, so were you!” You snap as you, too, leap out of your chair.

“Well I wouldn’t have hit you if you hadn’t walked toward red.”

“Well you would have actually seen me if you weren’t speeding.”

“Ladies–” Beomgyu begins as he raises his hands in surrender, a conflicted look on his face.

“Don’t you think exploiting me like that for two days was a little too far when you were the first to break the law?”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“Your honor, she made me push her in a wheelchair up a hill!” — “Her legs are perfectly fine!”

“Oh my god are you still stuck on that?”

“Yes. Yes I am. My arms ached for days.”

“So you’re calling me heavy?”

“In a sense I guess I am.”

“Your honor, are you hearing this?”

You turn to Beomgyu, your chest heaving with suppressed anger and injustice as you point an accusing finger Yeonjun’s way. But the head judge is merely yawning, his head tiredly propped up on one hand as he watches the two of you battle it out.

Kai’s hand tugs at your wrist as he urges you to sit back down. But you merely shake him off, snatching your arm back to wave your hand in front of you dramatically. “No! Don’t silence me!”

Yeonjun snorts, “I reckon it’d take a lot more than that to shut you up.”

“You know I’m starting to get real sick of you.”

“It took you that long to come to the realization?”

“Can you just shut the fuck–”

The loud and final bang of the little tree hammer rings out into the room, breaking off yours and Yeonjun’s argument as your heads snap in Beomgyu’s direction. The head judge heaves a tired sigh as he leans back in his chair.

“This is going nowhere – you both are idiots and off the hook. Now get the fuck out of my courtroom.”

You blink once, then twice, your gaze darting from Yeonjun, whose reflection was a mirror of your own and over to Kai who looked more relieved than anything. “Wait what?” You dumbfoundedly say as you turn back to Beomgyu. “What does that even mea–”

“It means scram. Go!”

“God”, he mutters as he slumps against his chair, “I need a margarita.”

APPROXIMATELY 15 MINUTES LATER

You stand quietly outside the shut doors of the courtroom you’d just spent an hour in. Your back leaning against the wall and your hands clasped together in front of you, you gaze ahead. The hallway was silent enough to where you could hear a pin drop.

“Well, this is awkward.”

“No fucking shit”, Yeonjun scoffs somewhere to your right. He was also leaning against the wall, an equally impassive expression on his face.

“I can’t believe he kicked us out”, you mutter somewhat petulant as your gaze drops to your feet.

Yeonjun doesn’t reply as he sighs next to you. For a moment you think he might just pack up and leave, you wouldn’t put it past him anyway. But he doesn’t, instead he clears his throat.

“So, are we going to address the elephant in the room or?”

“I swear to god if you’re referring to me I’ll–”

“You kissed me.”

Oh. Right. That was hardly an elephant, more like a blue whale on land. You cough into your closed fist, avoiding his gaze like the plague as you debate on how much longer you could prolong your reply.

“Why?” He turns to you, his shoulder leaning against the wall as he peers at you through his dark lashes.

“Do I need a reason? Jesus.”

“Yes, you do.”

You bite the inside of your cheek before shrugging, “Felt like it I guess.”

“You felt like it?”

“Yeah, what else do you want me to say?”

Yeonjun huffs, burying his hands into the pockets of his suit as he glances over his shoulder. The tension between you two was worse than inside the courtroom itself and in that moment you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Listen, I’m not gonna stand here and explain myself to you so you can either–”

Your words are cut off by his lips on yours. A small strangled noise wriggles its way from your throat at the sudden proximity he displayed, your eyes going wide and your shoulders stiff. Yeonjun doesn’t seem to care as his hand comes up to caress the side of your face, the touch so oddly gentle and tender that you would’ve probably thought you were dreaming if it weren’t for the uncomfortable way your bra was digging into your chest.

He doesn’t pull away for a long moment, the seconds dragging on far what seemed like forever, but for some reason you find that you don’t want it to end. And when he finally does part from you, his lips hover just a centimeter above your own.

“Why?”

You feel him smirk, his breath hot against your own, “Felt like it.”

“Asshole.”

“Does that mean I can do it again?”

“Yeah.”

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adorehyyuka · 1 year ago

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lovesick!jun <3

smut mdni

warnings: IGNORE THAT THIS IS OVER 2 MONTHS LATE, readers gender is not talked about and neither is their specific genitalia, not proofread, penetration, praise, tiniest bit of degradation ? yeonjun comes early, this drabble is a little softer than the rest, probably shorter too.

"jun you promised !"

"I-i know, baby ! but i just love you s'much," your boyfriend panted out as he whimpered above you, eyes squeezed shut while his teeth had a firm grip on his puffy bottom lip. "can't get enough of you- fuckk"

It was only meant to be cock warming. yeonjun swore on it. but of course all promises and "cross my heart"s had gone straight out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his tip. and after a few minutes of begging you were quickly flipped onto your back while your boyfriend pushed his hips into yours at a pathetically shaky pace.

"you feel s'good" he slurred, hands tightening around the bedsheets whilst you watched him rut into you with a shit eating grin plastered across your face. "wanna— MMm ! wanna be like this forever hah~ "

"yeah ? better keep going then pretty, you wanna make me feel good don't you ?" you taunted and clenched around him, knowing full well that in a minute he'd be slobbering into your chest and you'd be the one moving his hips for him.

yeonjun nodded eagerly, whines and whimpers passing through his shiny lips as his hips trembled. "yes, yes ! want to— wanna make you feel good ! love you s'much I always wan' you to feel good !"

you chuckled and let your head drop back against the pillow, letting yourself appreciate the irregular rhythm yet pleasurable sensation of his thrusts. "mmm fuck,, just like that." you encouraged him. loving the way his swollen tip nudged against your gummy spot.

as he kept up with his motions you couldn't help but grind your hips into him, your breath jumping with every touch he gave you. it only took a few more minutes until his elbows were wobbling either side of your head.

you cooed, traces of fake sympathy lining your tone. "tired out already ? c'mon, you can do better than that. I know you're not this pathetic, jun."

"sorry, 'm sorry ! love you s'much ! you jus' feel s'good wrapped around me—!"

you felt his breath hitch against the skin of your neck, he whined at the way you squeezed his cock so nicely as he jerked his hips for the last time, high pitched mewls filling your head as he came inside of you.

you lay still for a few moments before looking down at yeonjun's fucked out face. "did you seriously come already ?"

with no answer from him you laughed softly.

"turn around and lay on your back. 'm gonna ride you."

despite how far gone he already looked, your words had him scrambling to roll onto his back. and when you sunk down onto his dick he swore he almost came again, balls tightening as he whimpered out curses and clenched his fists.

"you good, pretty ?"

"fuck— please move ! you're so tight 'nd warm, baby." he begged, his warm hands landing on your waist for something to grip. you smiled, starting to bounce lightly on top of him as he stared up at you with his glossy eyes. so pretty.

"I can feel you twitching 'nside of me, jun. you gonna come early again ?" you spoke through pleasure filled sighs, ignoring the way he squirmed beneath you.

yeonjun let out a dry sob at your teasing. his hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging almost painfully into the fat around your hips as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again.

"gonna— gonna c-come ! love you ! love you s'much !"

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preciousjoongie · 3 months ago

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⇄BACK F♡R MORE⇄

⇄ I can see you comin' back for more

⇄ synopsis ⇝ after you and yeonjun got kicked out your friends party for indulging in.. some inappropriate acts, he takes you back to your shared apartment and finishes what he started.

⇄ genre ⇝ smut, cum eating, squirting, overstim, fingering, messy, pussy drunk yeonjun, pet names, pussy slapping, face sitting, slight spanking

yeonjun held your hand as the both of you walked out of the party, holding in your laughter. getting in his car, neither of you said a word until you both looked at each other. you couldn't hold it in anymore and laughter filled the car. "he would've killed us if everyone weren't around," yeonjun said through deep breaths. he started the car, driving off.

"I still can't believe he caught us. I was so sure that he would've walked past us like last time." you mentioned, calming down from your laughing fits. "I can't get over how red his face got," yeonjun chimed, giggling.

yeonjun kept driving, the car ride silent for the most part without the occasional, 'I can't believe' or 'he was so..'. during the middle of the car ride, while silence filled the air, yeonjun's hand crept up your thigh. a sigh escaped your lips, your head tilting back. "yeonjun.. this is the exact reason we got kicked-" you were cut off, whining from his fingers softly rubbing against your already wet cunt. "but we're not at the party anymore, princess." he smirked, eyes still on the road, one hand on the wheel.

you shakily breathed out, biting your lip back. you weren't far from home but you knew he wouldn't give you what you wanted yet; you had to be good and wait until you were both home. with his constant rubbing and teasing along with your aching cunt and desperation, the car ride felt like an eternity.

you had never been so happy to see the lobby to your apartment building before. wasting no time, yeonjun pulled his hand off of your, now, soaking cunt, a small whine slipping from your throat. you got out, legs already a bit wobbly. he turned to you, chuckling, "already, baby? am I that good to you?"

yeonjun talks a pretty big game for someone who gets so into eating pussy that he clouds his own mind and he can barely remember how to properly say his own name. not to mention the amount of times he's came untouched; moreover, that's a different story for a different day.

"come here, baby," he says, holding out his arms and walking towards you. silly enough for you, you thought he was going to hug you, apologizing for making fun of you. but with yeonjun, that's never the case. his arms wrapped around your body, suddenly tossing you over his shoulder. his hand slapped down on your raised ass, making you squeal, slightly kicking your legs. he chuckled at your cute noise and reaction.

it didn't take long before yeonjun was unlocking the door with you still on his shoulder. he bent down until your feet touched the floor. fixing your hair and looking up at him, he was already smiling; he was ready. it took him no longer to grab your face and kiss you harshly. he walked you backwards, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom before your back could hit the door.

yeonjun turned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. he pulled you by your ass onto his thighs. his lips left yours and traveled to your nape. "so pretty, baby. you think he was just angry he can't be knuckle deep in your beautiful pussy like I can?" he asked. a faint whimper escaped your throat, and head leaning back subconsciously giving him more access.

"I wanna taste you so bad," yeonjun's voice muffled into your neck. you let out a small hum, biting your lip. he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you. looking down, his pretty pink lips were begging to suck on your pussy, to wrap around your clit, to be buried so deep in your wet pussy that when he pulls away out — which is something he definitely doesn't want to do — his lips will be glossy. so glossy and swollen that it looks like he put on your lip plumper.

pressing one more kiss to his dampened lips, you got off his lap, pulling down your skirt and panties. he watched in anticipation, noticing how you slowed down the pull of your panties to tease him. he softly winced, feeling the pressure of his dick push against his jeans. you took a step closer, gently pushing his shoulders. he allowed himself to fall back. he'd allow you to do anything. he was so completely, utterly wrapped around you finger, it was almost pathetic.

climbing across him body, you hovered over his abdomen. "you wanna eat my pussy, jun? wanna be drenched in my cum?" your voice was laced with something that seemed so sinister. you tilted your head, flashed a knowing smile, and let a soft giggle spill out, just to see how he squirmed. his hands gripped onto the covers, knuckles turning white. he softly nodded, staring into your eyes. his gaze dropped to your lips and then back to your eyes. he was silently begging you to sit on his face.

there was a tremble in the corner of his mouth, a tension in his jaw, as if he was holding himself back by sheer will. and when you didn’t move? he grabbed you by the bottom of your thighs, pulling you forward. he didn't let you pussy hover over his pleading lips for a second before pulling you down. your thighs enveloped his head and your pussy slightly withered on his tongue. "shit, jun.." you murmured. you let your eyes fall shut, sucking in a deep inhale.

his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling on your sensitive bud like his life depended on it. lacing your fingers into his hair, you softly tugged. "jun.. shit." you squeaked, your hips lightly dragging across his face. he flattened his tongue, letting you get off on it. it didn't last that long. yeonjun gripped onto your lower hips, taking it all in. he opened his mouth wider, making out with your pussy. you gasped, eyelids flickering closed as your eyes rolled back in your head, a small moan escaping your lips as the sensation overtook you.

somehow—with the way yeonjun ate you, you don't know how—you came back to your senses, letting out a echoing moan feeling his tongue rush over your clit. "yeonjun, baby.." you bit your lip back, looking down at him. he was already gone. his eyes were half-lidded, laced with desire and pleasure. he moaned against your pussy, vibrations sending small shock ways through your body causing you to lightly jerk. watching him eat your pussy—which he loved; especially when you two held eye contact—you noticed your slick dripping down his cheeks. he was so messy with it.

he gently shook his head in your pussy, his eyes shutting, only to open back up again. "I'm gonna fucking cum." you whined, furrowing your eyebrows. "gonna cum on your face." he nodded his head a bit before sucking your clit harder, needing your cum. with one final jerk of your hips and a few more sucks on your clit from yeonjun, you were cumming. you tossed your head back, not even having to watch as he ate your cum from your pussy; you could hear it. slurps and sucks echoed the room, along side yeonjun's satisfied hums.

you climbed off of him once the first shock was over. you barely had any time to try and comprehend everything before yeonjun turned you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. his wet lips, that were covered with hot slick, met yours roughly. you could taste the sweet flavor of your cum on his lips. he brought his hand between your legs, landing a gentle slap to your pussy. your body flinched, your legs closing. well, almost closing. yeonjun's thigh stopped them from completely closing. your arms wrapped around his arms, hands entangled in his hair. another slap. "junnie." you murmured against his lips. you clenched around nothing, your pussy now a shade pinker.

"need more.. so much more." he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath. he landed another slap onto your pussy. "jun." you drew out a whine. his forehead left yours, lips connecting with your stomach and traveling down to your abdomen. yeonjun looked at you while diving back into your pussy. you hissed, legs already seeming to tremble. "fuck!" you exclaimed feeling his fingers rub your clit as his tongue fucked into you. "yeonjun, more, please." you pleaded. you begged for more, needing all you could get. he flattened his tongue onto you, tasting you one last time for now.

yeonjun got off the bed, pulling his hand away and pulling you towards him. you grabbed yeonjun's hand, sucking on his fingers gently before letting them go. he felt like he could've came right there. hell, with how hard his dick was and how much he was leaking, he probably could've. as his fingers slipped back down to your sopping pussy—arousal dripped from your pussy to your thighs and your bedsheets—your fingers grazed his hardened dick. he bit his lip back, pushing two fingers into you.

"ah, s-shit." you stuttered out, eyebrows knitting tightly together. his fingers move relentlessly, curling inside of you, forward and back, up and down.. any and every way. your body jerked and moved around. "junnie, fuck! love your fingers s-so much, baby." your back arched against the sheets. his fingers moved so hard against your pussy that your arousal flew back into his wrists and shirt and landed on your stomach. "yeonjun! I'm so close!" you exclaimed, sitting up on your elbows, your mouth left agape.

yeonjun watched as you threw your head back, your hips lifting off the bed. he pushed them back down against the bed. "uh huh, take it, y/n." he smiled at the mess you were making. "you got it, princess. you can do it. cum on my fingers. want your cum everywhere." he coaxed. your hips lifted off the bed once again, his hand coming back down. his fingers stopped for a second as he pushed onto your lower stomach. "yeon- ah! f-fuck! yes, yes.." you were cut off by the pressure. you mumbled incoherent things as you felt it. he pushed a little bit harder, but you still wouldn't budge.

you could feel it. it was right there. "junnie, please," you huffed, out of breath. tears streamed down your face from the overwhelming pleasure. "too much." your toes curled. yeonjun smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you knew you were about to cum but something about this orgasm felt way more intense than any other. you grabbed yeonjun's hand that was pressed knuckle deep into your pussy, and pulled it out. your body withered and curled up. you jerked and twisted. your legs moved uncontrollably, chest heaving, loud breaths being heard through the room; your whines mixed in between them.

yeonjun stood there. he didn't say a word. he saw you withering from your orgasm from out the corner of his eye. he was in so much shock of what just happened that he could barely process it. "y/n, I think you just squirted," yeonjun mumbled just above a whisper, his eyes wide. he looked down at the soaked bed sheets that were now a darker shade of gray, almost black. when you heard that, you were still lightly twitching from your orgasm. you whimpered out a simple, "what?" yeonjun looked at you, realizing how intense the aftershock of your orgasm was. it finally clicked in him to do something.

yeonjun scooped you up, bringing you into the bathroom and drawing a bath. he sat you in the warm water while going to change the bed sheets. "sorry that took so long. I didn't expect that from you." he apologized. you softly turned your head to him, giving him a faint smile. your eyes drifted down to his pants, a big wet stain right at the tip of his dick. he came untouched. just from you squirting. you realized that was one of the many reasons that he took so long to do something for you.

it wasn't long before you felt his body behind you. he leaned you back against his chest. "you okay?" yeonjun mumbled against your shoulder. you nodded lazily, just tired from the night you just had. and with one last gentle kiss to your shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed.

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jooyeonsvape · 4 months ago

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murder on my mind- (c.yj)

genre; angst, smut, fluff

pairings; murderer!yeonjun, afab!reader

w/c; 4k

synopsis; after an attack on Y/N leads to yeonjun murdering a man, she realizes the crush he had on her for months is more than just a crush. how will she think of him after the crime?

warnings; murder, man attacking y/n, blood, stabbing, kind of blood play/kink (kind of idk), bathtub sex, fingering, squirting, riding, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex.

a/n; if this is triggering in anyway, please do not read, its not worth it, i promise!! i tried putting in all the warnings. i want to do a serialkiller!idol, but i want to see how this does first lol, hope you enjoy!! <3

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"oh Y/N, i forgot, i need to drop something off to taehyun before we head back to the house." your best friend/roommate's boyfriend taehyun worked at a small cafe down the street from your apartment and you mumble, "hopefully yeonjun isn't working."

the bell on the door rings when the two of you walk in and taehyun flashes his big smile when he sees your best friend. "here's your energy supplements baby."

you drown out their typical cheesy conversation while looking around to spot yeonjun, and luckily he was no where in sight. "since we're here, can i get an americano?" taehyun turns his attention to you and nods, starting on the order. " how can you make that sweet little face work?" your best friend slaps your shoulder playfully and your nose scrunches, "it's his job weirdo, why don't you strap on an apron and help him the-"

"Y/N?" your eyes widen when you are cut off to a familiar voice behind you. "yeonjunnnn, heeeey." your words were drawn out from awkwardness and yeonjun had a blush on his cheeks.

"i haven't seen you here in weeks, how are you?" he takes a seat comfortably next to the chair you sat in and you just click your tongue, thinking of excuses. "i don't like coffee anymore."

"iced americano for Y/N!! your order is ready!!" taehyun yelled louder than usual and you tsk at him while your friend laughs in the back.

yeonjun had a confused face but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him he was the reason.

he had an obvious crush on you, everytime you come in he writes his phone number on the coffee cup, or draws hearts and although it was sweet, he's not your type.

he had the personality of a lost puppy and it may have your fault as well, flirting with him before you got to know him because he's quite handsome.

"well, we have to go, come on Y/B/N..."

"wait, i've actually been wanting to ask you-" you could tell yeonjun was nervous by the constent clearing of his throat and sweat on his eyebrow. "do you want to go out sometime?"

you bite the inside of your cheek and breathe out slowly, just be honest with him Y/N.

"i'm sorry yeonjun, you're not really my type, i like men who are dangerous, you're too soft for me." he just stood with a disappointed expression, taking the rejection and nodding slow. "alright."

a couple weeks after you rejected yeonjun, you kept getting a strange feeling that someone has been watching you.

it’s getting to the point where even in the shower, you open the shower curtain every 5 seconds from paranoia.

one night, you wore a crop top with a short skirt to the nightclub and on the way home, you got the same feeling again.

your head turns to see nothing but you couldn’t shake it so you decide to go the safest way home instead of the short cut, but before you turned the corner someone jumps out and grabs your body.

the yell you tried to let out didn’t come due to a mans hand around your mouth and your fight to get away pushed the both of you to the ground.

before you could even see his face, he was abruptly pulled away from your body and you look up breathlessly to see yeonjun of all people.

he had the man in a tight chokehold so he couldn’t get away and you watch him push the stranger to the wall. “look away Y/N.”

ignoring his words, your eyes never leave yeonjun while he flicks open his knife and stabs the man in the neck.

you gasp loud at the sound then tears start coming out of your eyes when the man lifelessly falls to the ground, and blood pours from his neck.

yeonjun looks over at your terrified eyes and rushes over, kneeling down. “are you okay?”

the words weren’t coming out but all you wanted him to do is get away from you. “Y/N, talk to me please.” your eyes flicker up to the once innocent face you dont recognize anymore.

“how could you kill someone? i know he was going to hurt me, but beating him up would’ve been enough, or even running for fucks sake.” all the emotions came over you and now unleashed upon yeonjun.

he grabs your tear soaked cheeks with his bloody hands and the warmness of the liquid made you flinch away, but he held them tight so you couldn't move. "i was mainly saving you, yes, but he has probably hurt so many other women, including you if i didn't stop it."

your breathing quicken from the panic attack you were currently having and yeonjun wraps an arm around your shoulders. "we need to leave Y/N, someone could've seen and called the cops,"

you just nod slow when he helps you stand to your feet and you look up to see blood splatter on his neck. "let me walk you home."

yeonjun kept his arm tight around your shoulders the entire walk, which gave you a sense of security, although ironic, considering he was the one who made you so scared a few moments ago.

when the two of you arrive to your apartment, he opens the door for you and you bow gently. "uh.. i think you should come in and shower."

"good idea, i would be pretty suspicious walking around with blood all over me the same night a man was murdered." even though it was dark, you let out a soft giggle at his joke and invite him in.

yeonjun waited in your room while you dig through Y/B/N's closet for clothes taehyun might have left from when he spent the night.

you finally find a random t-shirt and sleep shorts of his and walk in your room to a shirtless yeonjun, staring blankly out the window. "this is all i could find, is it okay?"

he turns his head and nods, grabbing the clothing from your hands, then points to a door. "is that the bathroom?" instead of answering, you couldn't stop staring at his muscles, and thinking about how his work uniform didn't do his body justice.

"Y/N?" you blink out of your disassociation and clear your throat, "yes, take your time." he had a smirk on his face which made you shiver.

how could you go from being terrified of him to attracted in the matter of 30 minutes?

yeonjun entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him and filla the tub with water while he undresses.

he didn't dare look in the mirror because he knows if he did, the person looking back wouldn't be the same person he's known for 25 years.

when the bathtub was filled to his liking, he sits inside and watches the clear water turn a light shade of red due to the dried blood on his hands.

no regrets. he would've hurt your love if you didn't end up following her home. that scum deserved every painful moment. he needed to be ended.

anger boiled over yeonjun again while he thinks of all the vile things the man could've done to you and he stared at the water, not hearing a knock at the door.

"yeonjun are you okay?"

he looks up to see your head poking in from the cracked door, "yes, are you?"

"i'm kind of scared alone.." you didn't want to admit it, but you feel the safest with him right now. he chuckles soft and sees the blood still on your cheeks. "do you want to join me?"

you nod weakly and walk in the bathroom, looking down at the bath water. with a deep breath, you undress until you're in your underwear then bite the inside of your cheek, "can you look away for a second?"

yeonjun complies and closes his eyes, then faces the other way so you felt comfortable.

when he wasn't looking, you completely undress and wrap an arm around your breasts while you step inside the bath with him. "you can look now."

yeonjun turns his head to see your knees up to your chest, due to lack of room in the small tub and chuckles. "come here."

when he watches you uncomfortably shuffling over to him, he grabs your hips and pulls you on his lap easily. "more comfortable?" you nod and slowly move your arm away from your chest, but he was too busy admiring your face to notice.

your cheeks redden from his eyes trailing every inch of your skin and he reaches up with a wet hand to rub off the blood handprint from earlier.

“oh, let me get you a wash cloth.” you forgot to tell him earlier where they were and as you begin about to stand, he tightened his grip on your hips.

“it’s okay, lets just stay like this.” you relax your body in his arms and nod, “do i look pretty with your handprint on my face?”

yeonjun chuckles then clears his throat, “actually yes, i wish you would never wash it off.”

“i think you kind of look hot with blood all over you too… are we sick?” you blush at your question and yeonjun rubs circles around your hip bone, “i think so, but i’m okay with it.”

you tilt his chin up gently and kiss his lips impulsively, your heart beating fast from adrenaline.

yeonjun grabs your cheeks like he did earlier that night and immediately kisses back, something he’s been waiting for.

you didn’t expect him to be so romantic, but his kiss was the most intense and passionate feeling you’ve ever experienced.

you slide your tongue in his mouth and a soft moan leaves his throat due to your hips moving on his lap under the red water.

yeonjun takes his hands away from your cheeks and moves them back to your hips when he feels his dick growing under you, “Y/N please, you’re making my mind go to dark thoughts.”

you hum and kiss yeonjun on his neck, then up to his ear, “i’m not scared.” your whisper made his body get chills and he uses one of his hands to rub your clit slow.

a gasp came out of your mouth and you dig your face in his neck with a whine at the feeling, “turn around and sit in my lap.”

you do as he says, settling in his lap while he kisses your lips and spreads your legs open wide so he could see your pussy at the angle.

“very pretty Y/N.” you blush at his use of your name and kiss his neck soft when he continues to rub your clit. “does that feel good?” you nod with a whine and thrust your hips gently, wanting more.

yeonjun smirks at you while he trails one of his long slender fingers up and down your pussy lips. you whine again at the feeling and he enters two fingers in slowly.

after a few seconds of teasing, he moves them quick inside of you, the veins in his arm start to show from the speed and you nuzzle your face in his neck again.

yeonjun uses his other hand to rub your clit as the other continues to hit your g-spot over and over, “i don’t think i can last very long like this yeonjun.”

he smirks at your words, but doesn’t stop, “i want to make you cum like no one else has baby, you won’t remember another man after me.”

you could tell he was getting annoyed at the thought of another man being mentioned so you try to test his anger.

“i don’t know, i’ve had some pretty good dick in my life.” yeonjun adds another digit, stretching you out more. “Y/N, i’m warning you.”

you smirk to yourself and look down at his fingers with a moan, “i had a man bend me over at the club tonight and he had such a big dick.” even though you were lying, and yeonjun knew, the thought still made him angry.

“you like being bent over huh?” he asks and slaps your clit hard, making you wince. yeonjun adds a fourth finger and you’ve never felt this good by a man. it made you feel guilty for judging him all these months of him yearning.

you knew you were about to cum so you lean up and swirl your tongue around his neck, tasting the blood with a moan.

“yeonjun i’m about to-“ before you could finish you push his hand away and you lift your hips upwards, squirting on the bathroom wall infront of the both of you.

he chuckles and kisses your neck while still rubbing your clit fast until you stop squirting. “not only has a man never made me cum before, one has definitely never made me squirt,” breathlessly, you sit up to turn around so you were facing him.

yeonjun smiles at the accomplishment and stretches his arm from the work he did. “i’m glad you were pleased baby.”

you pout and crawl ontop of him, “i want to do it again, i didn’t get to feel your cock.” his member twitched at your words and he hums, rubbing your ass in his hands. “do you want to ride me?”

you nod excitedly and stroke him slowly before lifting one of your legs so you could sit down on his cock easily.

yeonjun holds your hips steady and kisses your lips a few times when he feels the warmth of your pussy.

you were still sensitive from your last orgasm and the water pushing inside of you with every bounce on his dick, was making it feel better.

“you are so fucking hot.” yeonjun was already moaning at your movements and he tilts his head back so you had a clear vision of his adams apple. you lean in and give him a few hickeys on the spot while he plays with your nipples.

he had to hold his nut in when he sees your mouth open wide from pleasure and titties bouncing, “i’m not going to last long Y/N, you can make me cum just by smiling.”

you giggle and kiss his lips softly, “i want to feel your cum deep inside of me baby.” yeonjun began thrusting up into you fast at the name you called him and he grunts.

you lean down while still bouncing on his dick and swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. he grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up to kiss your lips hard, making you moan.

“are you sure it’s okay to cum inside of you?”

you nod and kiss his lips again while his hand was still tangled in your hair. your pussy tightens around him and you cum around him with a loud squeal.

yeonjun couldn’t hold it in anymore, thrusting his cock hard in you again and shooting his load deep inside while kissing your lips rough.

you still bounce on him and stop when he starts shaking from sensitivity, “you have the best dick, i promise.” you giggle while you both catch your breath and yeonjun slaps your butt playfully, “i already knew you were going to be perfect.” he replies with a cheeky smile.

at this point, the blood was already washed off of the both of you so you get up and laugh when it was hard to stand due to your legs feeling like jello.

“i’ll help you.” yeonjun steadies you then stands as well, and grabs a towel on the rack next to him. he lifts you up in his arms and wraps the towel around your body, while he walks you to your bed.

he rests you down gently and kisses your lips, making your heartbeat fasten at his romantic gesture.

yeonjun slides on the shorts you let him wear and you point to the shirt, “can i wear that? i don’t feel like standing up to get mine.”

he shakes his head and walks to your dresser, “i don’t care if it’s taehyun’s, i don’t want you wearing another man’s clothes.” you giggle at his jealousy, and point again but to a long sleep shirt, “that one is fine.”

he grabs the shirt from the drawer and walks to your bed while you sit up, “thank you.” you slide it over your body and pat the bed next to you, “lay with me.”

yeonjun nods and lays down on your bed, giving you another kiss, “i hope this isn’t a one time thing.”

you shake your head and wrap a leg around his waist, then pull the blanket over your bodies. “definitely not, i want to keep you.”

he chuckles at your cuteness and one of his hands plays with your damp hair, while the other rubbed your leg that was ontop of him.

“i have a question, yeonjun.”

he hums tiredly and looks down at your side profile. “would you kill for me again?”

yeonjun kisses the top of your head and smiles, “without hesitation.”

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taegimood · 5 months ago

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— nudes?! (c.yj) ♡

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of masturbation (m), brief mention of sex, implication of sexy time at the end, yj has a boner, they’re both horny idk synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

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you and yeonjun are close. really close. best friends and partners in crime, who have no problem letting each other into your lives — even into your phones.

which in this case, however, does not turn out the way that either of you expect.

you and yeonjun aren't unfamiliar with the topic of sex; you've ranted to each other many times before about your different sexual escapades, but of course there are always lines, and the line that yeonjun finds himself accidentally crossing right now as he stares at your open camera roll is something that he does not know what to do with. what he once swore would always be a harmless crush, a secret attraction that he's admittedly sometimes used to get himself off but nothing more, has suddenly just shifted into that something more entirely.

it started out with him coming over for a typical hangout day, letting himself in and plopping down on your bed to wait for you as you stepped into the shower.

he's just scrolling through his phone when he hears the music from your speaker cut out and your following groan of frustration.

"jun?" you call. "can you see what's up with spotify? my phone is next to the sink."

"yeah," he calls back as he trudges over to the bathroom, reaching through the slightly cracked-open door to retrieve your phone. leaning against the doorframe from the outside, humming the song that was playing before the music stopped, he types in your passcode and prepares to locate your spotify app.

the melody catches in his throat and his humming comes to an abrupt halt at the sight that he's greeted with instead.

your open camera roll. your open camera roll with pictures of you.

your open camera roll with pictures of you naked.

he knows he shouldn't look — he knows he should close out of the app, bleach his eyes, carry on to spotify, and pretend this never happened.

but FUCK…

he had no idea you could look this sexy.

slowly, guiltily, his thumb hovers lower and lower until he finds himself clicking on the first picture.

it’s even better than what he’s imagined — he swears his lip may start bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it, the sight of your curves, your tits, your thighs, the hint of your pussy, wiping away all thoughts of anything else. these were pictures you had just taken before your shower; pictures you'd taken mere minutes before he'd arrived to your apartment.

his cock twitches in his pants.

he's getting harder and harder as he scrolls through each photo, enraptured by your body, by the look in your eyes that he's never seen on you before - each new pose sending a lick of fire shooting through his body as he fights the guilt that knocks at the corner of his mind.

who is she sending these to???

jealousy. it takes him a moment to realize that the thought makes him jealous.

suddenly he doesn't want any other man to see you like this, to touch you or kiss you or feel you; fuck, you're naked right now just like this, with only a door to separate the two of you, and he feels no better than a pervy middle school boy caught red-handed as he's yanked from his filthy thoughts when you call out, "jun??? is the app not working??"

with a jolt he's scrambling to put your phone back onto the counter, nearly missing, before slamming the bathroom door shut and rushing back to your bed where his own phone lays discarded.

what the hell am i supposed to-

"jun!!! what the-

.............. fuck."

after a painfully long pause, the realization dawns in your voice at the same time as yeonjun's stomach drops. he freezes as he hears the shower come to a stop.

another long pause.

the bathroom door slowly clicks open and you peek your head out. "yeonjun..."

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't look. i mean i did. i-i mean i'll forget that i did. i'm sorry, fuck, i shouldn't have. i'll uh- i'll just let you, um.. i'll just go."

he's halfway out the door before you can blink and you scramble after him in nothing but a towel, not caring that you're dripping all over your floors as you call out, "yeonjun, wait!", nearly slipping as you tug him to a stop in the hallway by the back of his shirt.

you can tell that he's trying his hardest not to look at you when you force him to turn around, the tips of his ears red and the tent in his pants obvious, his height an advantage as he suddenly finds the wall past your head to be the most interesting thing in the world.

you're the one who called after him and yet you're not sure what to say; how are you supposed to tell your smoking hot best friend that you took those pictures with him in mind?

you're not sure exactly what he's thinking, but the raging boner that he's currently failing to cover up is enough for you to decide that there's only one way to find out.

yeonjun clears his throat. "you-"

"i'm gonna drop my towel now."

"WHAT- w-wait-!!"

"you don't want it?"

"i- i.." your sudden declaration was enough to shock yeonjun into looking straight at you, eyes huge and caught by surprise, and now he can't bring himself to look away at the sight of you standing there — wet hair framing your pretty, bare face, the sweet scent from your body wash wafting over him, skin still glistening and rivulets of water dripping down your neck, down your collarbones, down towards your.. your…

he swallows hard.

the soft swell of your breasts pushed up by the little towel that you're ready to drop for him has stolen all of his focus. everything that he saw in those pictures, everything that's now set him on fire, is standing right in front of him begging to be touched; he watches as a bead of water disappears between the curve of your breasts, and that's the tipping point.

his darkened eyes meet yours.

"i want it."

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honeyhaeya · 4 months ago

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(1/2)🖇 ༘ ⋆"Moved On Not "

' ╰┈ 'you wore his hoodie home. it still smelled like him. and god, you swore you could still feel his hands on your waist'

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre / tags: fluff, smut, emotional tension, friends to lovers, teasing & possessive!yeonjun, intense makeouts, lap-sitting, domestic moments, long build-up, jealousy, banter, soft aftercare, sunrise sex ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT ! explicit language, emotionally vulnerable scenes, mention of alcohol (responsibly), jealousy themes, minor angst (resolved), tension from miscommunication, reader is bold, story contains mature themes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw warnings: porn with little plot (AT LEAST) - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), praise kink, hair pulling, neck kissing/biting, dirty talk, soft dom!yeonjun, riding, creampie implied, overstimulation, light marking (hickeys), possessiveness (you’re mine energy), emotionally charged sex, aftercare (wiping, cuddling, forehead kisses), clingy!yeonjun post-sex, reader takes control at times ✩‧₊˚ wc: 5558ੈ ੈ♡ a/n: my laptop just recently broke which is why i didn't get to update here on tumblr :// editing here on my phone is so damn hard, i almost didn't post this. lately, I've been in love with yeonjun cause he's so so so much prettier in person. 1/2 chapters ! chapter 2 is posted

This wasn’t what you had in mind at all.

You thought the class reunion dinner would be a predictable, boring affair—filled with awkward small talk, forced laughter, and empty reminiscing. But then he walked in.

The one person who had unknowingly held your heart hostage all throughout high school. The one you swore you'd moved on from.

One year had passed since graduation, and not once had you crossed paths with him again. You thought the feelings were long gone—buried with teenage dreams and unspoken confessions. But the moment his eyes met yours across the restaurant, the moment he strolled in with that damned smirk—the very same one that made your heart skip back in first year—it all came rushing back like a punch to the gut.

"Hey," Karina said, patting your head and tugging you out of your trance, her hand messing up the perfectly styled strands she helped you curl earlier. Her eyes narrowed at you knowingly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Stop drooling. He hasn’t even taken his jacket off yet.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks. She knew. Of course she knew. She was the first person you ever told about your ridiculous crush on him, and probably the last. You knew she’d set something up later if you didn’t make a move tonight—and that alone had you shaking your head in silent panic.

But it was already too late.

Out of all the empty seats in the restaurant, Yeonjun made his way to the one right beside you and sat down, casually greeting the table. Your breath hitched. The air around you thickened, your awareness of his presence suddenly heightened.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth, familiar in a way that made your chest ache. “Still stunning as always.”

His gaze lingered on the dress you wore, the one Karina and Winter picked out with hushed squeals and knowing looks earlier that evening. You looked good. You felt good. But under Yeonjun’s gaze, you suddenly felt exposed—like he could read everything you tried to bury behind your quiet smile.

“You clean up well yourself,” you replied softly, your lips curving in a polite smile. Your eyes flickered to his, just for a second, before darting elsewhere—almost as if dismissing the conversation before it could even begin.

It was a habit. One you never quite broke.

And Yeonjun noticed. Always noticed. That was his biggest frustration with you back then. No matter how many times he tried to get close, it always felt like you were slipping away. Like you were building walls the moment he tried to peer in.

Did he make you uncomfortable? The thought had haunted him more than he cared to admit.

But tonight, he wasn’t going to miss his chance again.

“I’ve been doing alright these past few years,” he said, steadying himself. You looked too beautiful tonight to ignore. “It’s really nice seeing you again, you know. You’re… refreshing to look at.”

You smiled, nodding politely. “I can say the same for you,” you murmured, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He blinked. You said it so casually—but the words clung to him like hope. Still, unsure of your tone, he turned his attention back to the group, not wanting to push too hard.

The night wore on, laughter echoing around the table, glasses clinking, and the heady scent of food and alcohol mixing in the air. You were smiling, laughing quietly when the jokes got a little too funny—but always from the edge of the circle, never the center.

Yeonjun watched you more than he watched anyone else.

He noticed the way you covered your mouth when you giggled. The way your eyes sparkled at jokes, especially his. It made him want to say the worst ones just to earn that small laugh again.

Under the table, Winter nudged you with her foot. You turned to her, brows lifting in question. She didn’t speak—just got up, waiting for you to follow. Curious, you did.

She led you to the hallway, away from the buzz of the reunion. The moment you stepped out, she turned to you with wide, excited eyes. “Okay, don’t freak out,” she said, practically vibrating with energy. “Beomgyu just asked if he could take you out to dinner sometime!”

You blinked. “…Beomgyu?”

Winter beamed, looking more thrilled than you felt. Karina trailed behind her, arms crossed with a sigh.

“You mean the same Beomgyu who’s made it his life mission to bully me since freshman year?” you deadpanned, one brow raised.

Winter rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. He’s not bullying you. He’s teasing you. There’s a difference. Besides, he’s into you. Always has been.”

You and Karina exchanged a look—hers unreadable, yours full of disbelief—before silently turning back toward the party.

And still… Yeonjun’s lingering glance at you, the soft tilt of his head, the way your heart jumped at his laugh… that stayed with you longer than you expected.

You returned to the table, trying to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing. You slid back into your seat, offering a half-smile to whoever noticed your absence. Yeonjun’s arm was now resting casually behind your chair, not touching, but close enough that the warmth of his presence made your skin tingle.

You didn't even have to look—you knew he was watching you.

Karina leaned in slightly, murmuring under her breath, “So? What was that about?”

You rolled your eyes. “Winter’s matchmaking again.”

“Ah,” Karina said knowingly, following your gaze to where Beomgyu was laughing with some of your old classmates across the room. “The human embodiment of chaos.”

“He asked if he could take me out,” you muttered, picking up your glass again, lips barely touching the rim. “Winter looked like she was gonna explode with excitement.”

Karina hummed. “And how do you feel about it?”

You hesitated. Your eyes flicked to your left—Yeonjun was laughing at something Soobin said, his dimples deep, the corners of his eyes creased in that boyish, devastating way.

“I don’t know,” you said truthfully. “I thought I’d be over him by now.”

Karina gave you a soft look, one that said she knew exactly who him was.

“You can’t just switch off a three-year crush like a light, Y/N.”

You were about to respond when Yeonjun turned to you, voice smooth, confident again, like it hadn’t cracked once back there when he first saw you.

“Hey,” he said, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “You disappeared for a second.”

You swallowed. “Winter needed to talk to me.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a brief moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the table blurred in the background. There was something unspoken passing between you—an almost—but not quite.

You weren’t sure what possessed you in that moment, maybe it was the buzz of the beer, or the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at, but you leaned in, just enough, and said, “Did you miss me?”

It was playful. Teasing.

But it landed.

Yeonjun blinked, taken aback—but only for a second. That smile, the one that ruined you years ago, curved back onto his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “You’ve always been a hard one to ignore.”

Your breath caught. Your heart did a little flip-flop thing, and Karina, the ever-present observer, raised her brows behind her glass with a silent finally.

You looked down at your lap for a moment, trying to compose yourself.

Before either of you could say more, someone shouted from across the table, “Truth or drink!”

You groaned.

Yeonjun just chuckled.

Someone shoved a bottle to the center of the table and spun it—glasses were being filled, rules shouted over one another, people already choosing chaos. You thought you might escape this mess, until the bottle slowed… and landed on Yeonjun.

All eyes turned to him.

Soobin grinned. “Truth or drink, Jun.”

Yeonjun glanced at you briefly, then looked back at the table. “Truth,” he said.

Soobin leaned in like this was a setup. “Alright. Did you ever have a crush on someone at this table?”

The table erupted with oooohs and gasps and laughter.

Yeonjun’s eyes didn’t leave yours.

The teasing smile dropped into something softer, something real. His voice was calm when he replied.

“Yeah,” he said. “I still do.”

Your breath hitched.

You didn’t look away—not even when your pulse spiked and Karina elbowed you under the table. Winter’s jaw was practically on the floor.

Yeonjun still had a crush?

You didn’t get the chance to respond—because right after that drop of a confession, Taehyun groaned, “Okay, this is getting too wholesome. Let’s spice it up.”

“I second that,” Beomgyu chimed in, already tipsy and too loud. “Truth or dare, people. Come on, we’re not in middle school anymore.”

The energy shifted instantly. Someone clapped. Bottles were refilled. You laughed nervously, clutching your glass tighter.

Soobin leaned forward, spinning the bottle again, and when it stopped—right in front of you—everyone turned in anticipation.

You blinked.

“Y/N,” Soobin said with a grin, clearly enjoying this too much. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said without thinking.

“Lame,” Karina muttered, but she was grinning too.

Soobin rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head in that charming, innocent-looking way that was anything but innocent. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Who was your high school crush?”

Immediate chaos.

Winter gasped. Karina started chanting “SAY IT. SAY IT.” The table erupted in whoops and teasing, while you nearly melted into the floor.

You didn’t answer. You were too busy trying not to make eye contact with the one person whose gaze was already burning a hole into the side of your face.

“I’ll drink,” you muttered, reaching for your glass.

“Oh, come on,” Soobin said, still grinning. “Don’t tell me you were into someone boring like Mr. Han from chemistry class.”

“Mr. Han was married,” you shot back, eyes narrowing—but your heart was racing.

“Well, if you're not gonna say it...” Soobin leaned in a little more. “Wanna give me a hint? Was it someone as charming as me?”

That made you laugh, even as your cheeks flushed. “You’re unbelievable.”

He smirked. “But am I wrong?”

Before you could answer, Yeonjun suddenly shifted beside you. He reached over, his arm brushing against yours—deliberately this time—and took the bottle. “My turn to spin,” he said coolly.

Soobin raised a brow but sat back, clearly amused.

Yeonjun spun the bottle, eyes never leaving yours.

It stopped—on Karina.

“Dare,” she said immediately.

Yeonjun smiled. “Switch seats with me.”

The table went silent. You froze.

Karina blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” Yeonjun said, already standing. “Let me sit there—” he gestured at the seat across the table, next to Soobin, “—and you sit here.”

Karina looked at you, then back at him, her expression somewhere between smug and surprised. “Wow,” she said under her breath. “Bold.”

But she stood up anyway.

Yeonjun sat back down—closer than before—and the moment Karina left, he leaned toward you, voice low enough that only you could hear.

“I don’t like how he talks to you.”

You turned your head, startled. “What?”

Yeonjun smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Soobin. He flirts with everyone, I get it. But with you? Nah.”

“You’re being—”

“Possessive?” he cut in, eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to your gaze. “Maybe. Can’t help it when it comes to you.”

Your throat went dry.

And then, in the background, Beomgyu shouted, “Okay, next round! And no more skipping dares!”

You didn’t even care.

Because Yeonjun was still looking at you like you were his, and maybe—just maybe—you wanted to be.

“Alright, alright,” Beomgyu hiccuped, eyes glassy with mischief, “since everyone’s too scared to admit their crushes, next round’s dare only.”

Everyone groaned, but Soobin was already spinning the bottle again.

It landed on Yeonjun.

The table collectively ooh’ed.

“You better make this one count,” Taehyun grinned, leaning forward. “We’ve been waiting for years, man.”

Yeonjun leaned back coolly, one arm stretched behind you on the booth’s top. “Hit me.”

Soobin’s grin turned devilish. “I dare you… to kiss the person you had a crush on during high school.”

You choked on your drink.

The table exploded. Winter shrieked. Karina howled like she was on a game show. “THIS IS BETTER THAN NETFLIX!” "This is kinda cheesy." Winter muttered, enjoying the events around her.

Yeonjun looked unbothered. He glanced around, as if thinking, just to tease—then his eyes locked on yours. Steady. Hot.

And before you could react, he leaned in.

You could barely breathe.

His hand brushed your jaw, tilting your face toward him gently. “You okay with this?” he murmured.

You nodded.

His lips brushed yours, soft but sure, enough to set your whole body on fire. It wasn’t a drunken dare. It wasn’t casual. It was a declaration.

The table went dead silent for a moment. Then erupted.

“Oh my GOD—” Winter yelled.

“You two have been the biggest slowburn in history,” Karina said, dramatically wiping away fake tears with a napkin.

You were flushed, dazed, laughing through the heat of your embarrassment. Yeonjun just smirked, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand under the table.

The game kept going, messier now. More drunk, more unhinged.

Karina ended up doing a handstand against a wall.

Winter accidentally confessed her 2020 situationship with Beomgyu that no one knew about.

And eventually, the group started breaking up, people calling Ubers, hugging goodbye, swaying in their shoes.

Karina was flat-out giggling into your shoulder. “I’m gonna throw up in Yeonjun’s car, heehee.”

“You’re not even in his car.”

“Yet.”

Yeonjun appeared at your side, offering his jacket like a silent knight. “You good?”

You nodded. “They’re trashed.”

“I figured.” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You wanna come with me? I’ll take you home.”

“Can you take all three of us?”

“Obviously.” He looked smug. “But only one gets shotgun.”

Winter hiccupped. “I call trunk.”

Yeonjun helped you both get them into the car, Karina now passed out on Winter’s shoulder in the backseat.

The car was quiet as he drove. You watched the city blur past, heart still racing from earlier.

Karina stirred behind you. “Y/N?”

You turned. “Yeah?”

“I’m glad it’s Yeonjun,” she slurred softly. “He’s like… obsessed with you. Been obsessed since sophomore year. This is me… officially giving my blessing.”

You flushed instantly. Yeonjun laughed, low and soft, his hand gripping the wheel tighter.

“Thanks, Karina,” he said.

Then she added, “Don’t be shy, you can totally make out with her in the front seat. I’m not watching. Zzz.”

You groaned. “Oh my god—”

“Tempting,” Yeonjun muttered under his breath, giving you a teasing side glance that made your breath hitch again.

When he finally pulled up in front of your place, he parked but didn’t turn the engine off.

“I’ll walk them in,” he said, unbuckling. “Then I’ll come back… if you want me to.”

You bit your lip, heartbeat thudding.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I want you to.”

And god, the way he smiled at that?

You knew tonight was only the beginning.

He came back after making sure Karina and Winter were both inside and passed out, leaning on your doorframe like he had no right looking that good after babysitting two grown women.

You were waiting just outside the building, jacket tugged tighter around you, and as soon as he reached you, he tilted his head. “You didn’t go in?”

You shrugged. “Thought I’d say thank you properly.”

“Thank me?”

“For the ride. For not losing your mind dealing with them. For the… dare,” you added, lips curving up slightly.

Yeonjun’s smirk grew. “That didn’t feel like a dare to me.”

You looked away quickly, heart pounding. “Shut up.”

He stepped closer.

“Look at me.”

You did.

The streetlamp cast a soft glow over his face, and god, his eyes—they weren’t teasing now. They were hungry. Honest.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “You’ve always looked stunning. But tonight, you actually destroyed me.”

“Yeonjun…”

He reached out, hand slipping to your waist, tugging you close until your chest nearly pressed against his.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he said, voice lower now. “Three years of watching you keep your distance, laughing at my jokes but brushing me off, looking at me like you wanted me but never saying anything.”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I was,” he breathed. “And I still am.”

And then he kissed you again—but this time, it wasn’t soft. It was everything he’d been holding back.

You gasped into his mouth, and that was enough for him to deepen it, one hand cradling your jaw, the other slipping down to your lower back to press you even closer. Your fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself, your knees practically buckling under the weight of him.

His mouth moved against yours, confident, hungry, like he was memorizing every inch of you. And when he pulled back—barely an inch—he whispered against your lips:

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you wanted me back then.”

Your breath hitched. “I did.”

He grinned. “And now?”

You smirked, tugging him closer by the collar. “Now, I want you in my apartment. But let’s start with round two of that kiss.”

Yeonjun groaned, like you were physically killing him. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“You’ve survived three years,” you whispered, “you’ll survive the night.”

And just like that, the door behind you opened with a loud creak—and Karina, bleary-eyed and holding a water bottle, blinked at you both.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “So… we’re past the flirting phase?”

You shoved your face into Yeonjun’s shoulder with a mortified groan while he laughed. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Karina smirked. “Okay, carry on. I'm leaving... Just don’t make it weird. And tell him you talk about him all the time when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t! ” you yelled.

Yeonjun just beamed, clearly storing every bit of that info for later. “Good to know.”

And when Karina disappeared again, he leaned down one more time.

“Apartment or car?” he whispered.

“Door’s right there,” you said, breathless.

“Then let’s go. I’m not wasting another night not having you.”

You barely made it past the door before Yeonjun had you pressed up against it, his mouth claiming yours like he couldn’t breathe unless he had you. His hands roamed—one sliding up your thigh, hitching your dress up slightly, the other braced by your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and god, he groaned into the kiss like he was finally tasting something he’d been starving for.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he muttered against your lips, "how many times I’ve had to walk away from you because I thought I didn’t stand a chance."

You whispered against his skin, “Then don’t walk away now.”

That flipped a switch.

He lifted you easily, like you weighed nothing, carrying you deeper into your apartment as your legs wrapped around his waist. You were both laughing into each other’s mouths, breathless, drunk off each other, barely able to navigate the hallway from how distracted he was getting with your neck, your shoulder, your little whimpers every time his teeth grazed skin.

He found your bedroom like he lived there—you wouldn’t be surprised if he had the blueprint memorized at this point.

You landed on your back, dress hitched up, Yeonjun crawling over you with the softest grin and the hungriest look in his eyes. His fingers traced your thigh slowly, reverently, and he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

“Tell me to stop.”

You looked up at him, pupils blown, lips swollen, heart thundering.

“Don’t you dare.”

He kissed you again—slower this time, deeper. Like he was trying to pour three years’ worth of tension, longing, and restraint into every movement. His hands were everywhere—memorizing you, worshipping you like you were something he’d dreamed about for too damn long.

Clothes came off in between feverish kisses and whispered confessions.

“You always made me nervous,” he admitted against your shoulder.

“You made me crazy,” you replied, threading your fingers through his hair.

“You’re making me lose my mind right now.”

You smiled, breathless, lips brushing his. “Good. I want to drive you insane.”

And oh, you did.

Every roll of your hips had Yeonjun cursing under his breath, his grip on your waist bruising as he held you down against him. The friction was delicious, every slow grind of his cock in you dragging a groan from his throat that vibrated against your collarbone as he buried his face there, panting like he was losing control—and god, he was.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathed, hands roaming over every curve, every inch of skin like he didn’t know where to touch first. “You feel—god, you feel so good.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him growl. He pushed his hips up into yours with a desperation that made your head spin, and the sound that left your throat was shameless—needy and breathless and entirely his fault.

“You like teasing me, huh?” he whispered, voice low and ragged as his lips trailed down your neck. “Grinding on me like this… wearing that dress like you didn’t know what it’d do to me?”

His hand slid down, fingers gripping under your thigh to guide your rhythm—slower, deeper, making your breath catch.

“You’ve been in my head for years, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your reply was a whimper against his lips, your hands slipping beneath his shirt, nails dragging down his back as your bodies moved in sync—hot, slick, desperate for more but not ready to stop tasting each other yet. He kissed you hard, messy, tongue claiming yours as your hips rolled again, earning another moan from him, rougher this time.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was years of holding back, crashing into one night of hands and mouths and whispered confessions between kisses. A fever that wouldn’t break until you both came undone in each other’s arms.

And he wasn’t stopping until he had all of you—sighs, moans, trembling legs, and whispered “Yeonjun”s falling from your lips like they were meant for him and him only.

The sun hadn’t fully risen yet—warm light leaking in through the curtains, casting soft gold over tangled sheets and bare skin. Yeonjun was still on his back, chest rising and falling beneath you, but his eyes—dark, half-lidded, hungry—never left yours.

“Couldn’t get enough last night?” he rasped, voice ruined from moaning your name into the dark hours ago.

You smirked, slow and dangerous, palms splayed across his chest as you leaned down, brushing your lips over his just barely. “Did I say I was done?”

His hands found your hips in an instant—like they’d memorized the shape of you already—thumbs dragging lazy circles into your skin as you sank down on him again, slow and deliberate. The breath he let out? Shaky. Deep. A low groan that shot straight through you.

“Shit, baby—” he hissed, head falling back into the pillow, jaw clenched like he was trying not to lose it. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You rolled your hips, grinding against him, watching the way his lips parted, the way his grip on your waist tightened. The way his eyes fluttered shut when you clenched around him on purpose, testing his control.

"You look good like this," you whispered, leaning in, kissing just below his ear. "All needy underneath me."

Yeonjun’s response was to buck his hips up—hard—and you gasped, hands flying to his chest for balance, a moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it. He grinned, smug and breathless.

“Thought you were in charge, sweetheart?”

You were. Oh, you were. And you showed him exactly how much—riding him slow at first, then faster, chasing that high again as the room filled with nothing but the sound of skin meeting skin, choked moans, and the low, filthy things he was whispering against your lips.

“Faster, baby—fuck, just like that—”

“You feel so good—so tight—”

“I’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.”

It was messy, desperate, bodies slick with heat and want. You moved like you needed him to feel everything—every roll, every clench, every shake of your thighs as you pushed him right to the edge.

And when he came undone beneath you, cursing your name like a prayer, holding you tight like you were the only thing that existed—you knew neither of you were walking out of this as just “friends from high school” again.

No.

This was the beginning of something else entirely.

Your phone lit up from where it had been abandoned on the nightstand, buzzing nonstop like it was ready to expose your sins to the world.

Karina: so???? Karina: did you ride him or nah??? Karina: yk what nvm—i saw his post of you Karina: YOU'RE DONE.

You slapped a hand over your face, burying deeper into the sheets, the scent of him still clinging to every inch of your skin. God. You were sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Your thighs were still trembling. And to make it worse, you could hear the faint sound of Winter giggling in the kitchen through your phone speaker—she was apparently replaying the video of you stumbling into Yeonjun’s apartment last night, all breathless and flustered.

Then—

Karina: he’s in the shower, right? get in there and make it round 3, queen. don’t let those thighs rest yet.

Your face burned.

Before you could throw your phone into the void, the bathroom door creaked open and Yeonjun peeked out, hair wet, towel slung low on his hips, steam curling around him like he walked out of a drama fantasy.

“What’s got you hiding like that?” he grinned, leaning on the doorframe. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand, cocky as ever, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I left the water running, y’know,” he murmured, hand trailing under the sheets, over your knee. “You can still join me. I’ll be gentle…”

You snorted. “You? Gentle? After last night?”

“Okay,” he laughed, leaning down until his forehead rested against yours. “Maybe not. But you weren’t exactly complaining.”

You gave him a shove, but your fingers curled into his towel anyway. “Five more minutes, then I’ll come. You better not waste all the hot water.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a smirk, kissing the corner of your lips. “I’ll keep you warm.”

cut to Karina and Winter on the group chat an hour later:

Winter: guys she's not answering. she’s either dead or— Karina: no babe she’s just being put in missionary with love rn. Winter: god i hope so. she deserves it.

The bathroom was warm with steam, water fogging up the mirror as you leaned back against the tile, chest heaving, lips swollen from how hungrily he had kissed you the moment the door closed.

Yeonjun didn’t waste time.

“Turn around,” he whispered, voice hoarse, hands trailing down your hips like he was savoring every inch. “Wanna see you dripping for me.”

And you did. The second your hands touched the wall, he stepped closer—his body flush against yours, hard and already twitching at the sight of your ass arching back toward him.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groaned, pressing kisses down your neck before biting at your shoulder, making you gasp.

His fingers slid between your thighs, parting you open with practiced ease, teasing your entrance while the water beat down on your skin. “Still so wet,” he murmured, like he didn’t just have you moaning his name minutes ago.

“You gonna keep teasing me or—”

He pushed in all at once.

The moan that ripped from your throat was shameless.

So was the way your hands flew to the wall to support yourself, legs already shaking. “Y-Yeonjun—”

“Say it again,” he hissed into your ear, snapping his hips hard against yours, “Say my name.”

“Yeonjun!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. “This pretty pussy’s mine now, yeah?”

You nodded desperately, gasping when he pulled out almost entirely—only to slam back in deeper, harder, hitting that spot that made your whole body jolt.

And he didn’t stop.

He fucked you like he’d been waiting years for this. Like he needed to memorize every sound you made, every time your voice broke from pleasure, every time your walls clenched around him so tight he had to bite back a moan of his own.

The slap of skin echoed with the water, your breath fogging up the glass as your hands braced against the tiles.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m close,” you whimpered, and Yeonjun’s hand reached around to rub your clit in tight, firm circles.

“Come for me, baby,” he breathed. “Let go for me.”

And you did—with a cry, legs trembling, walls fluttering around him like a vice, pulling him right over the edge with you.

He groaned your name into your skin, thrusts becoming erratic until he spilled inside you, hips stuttering before finally stilling. He leaned against your back, kissing your shoulder lazily as the water continued to pour over your bodies.

You were both breathless, soaked, and ruined.

“Holy shit,” you laughed weakly. “That was…”

“A religious experience?” he offered with a smirk, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You swatted at him, half-laughing, half-mortified. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it,” he said, nuzzling into your neck. “And now you’re stuck with me.”

You didn’t say it out loud—but yeah. You were.

Very happily stuck.

The towel was barely hanging on your hips, your legs trembling as Yeonjun scooped you up from the shower floor—literally. You clung to him, chest against his, your head dropping to his shoulder as he carried you out like you were weightless.

“Gonna kill me, Junnie,” you mumbled, voice hoarse, barely audible.

He chuckled, smug and breathless. “You started it, sweetheart.”

“You started it... back in high school,” you slurred, half-sassy, half-gone.

Yeonjun grinned so wide his cheeks ached. “So you have been thinking about me.”

“Nooo,” you whined as he laid you down on the soft of his bed, sheets cool against your heated skin. “Can’t even feel my legs. You broke me.”

“You’re being dramatic,” he teased, tucking the blanket over you and kissing your damp forehead. “You were riding me like a champ twenty minutes ago.”

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not?” he cooed, slipping under the covers beside you. “I was gonna ask if you were up for another round.”

You yanked the blanket tighter over your face. “Yeonjun.”

“What?” His hand snuck under the blanket to rub gentle circles into your thigh. “You’re the one making those little noises when I kiss your neck like this…” He leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the spot just beneath your ear, smirking when your breath hitched.

“Yeonjun.”

“You’re saying my name again. I love that.”

You peeked out from under the covers, giving him your most exasperated glare. “My pussy’s literally sore.”

Yeonjun’s smirk faltered—but not from guilt. No, he looked even more wrecked by that. He groaned lowly, head dropping to your shoulder. “Don’t say that unless you want me to stay hard forever.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“And you’re irresistible.” He lifted his head, brushing a kiss to your lips. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll deal with the boner you gave me in the shower.”

You blinked at him. “Again?”

“Look,” he said, dramatically. “I got a naked, dripping wet goddess grinding on me, saying my name like a prayer—and then had to carry her limp body to bed. What else was I supposed to do in there?”

You giggled, cheeks burning. “You’re sick.”

“I’m in love,” he corrected, brushing hair from your face. “And maybe a little sick.”

You hummed, snuggling closer. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”

And he was—pressing light kisses to your temple as your breathing slowed, arms wrapped protectively around your sore, satisfied body.

Still hard. Still down bad. Still so stupidly in love.

a/n: hi y'all. I've been gone again for quite a while and my fanfics are rotting in my drafts on wattpad lmao. i made like, another yeonjun fic. DW this ff is already finished but it might take me a while to post it again cause like i said, my laptop broke and editing here on a phone is not efficient. i survived though. LMK IF I FORGOT ANYTHING THAT I SHOULD'VE POSTED.

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