#choi yeonjun x male reader

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Cream Pies

Choi Yeonjun x Male Reader

cw: top yeonjun, public sex, bareback, creampie, ass to mouth, messy rimjob, snowballing, yn was in a bad relationship, jockstrap kink, fantasizing, sex toys, angst, fluff, post-break up sex(?), cumming hands free, pet names, some praising, lame jokes.

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“good morning, what do you want today?” the happy, always smiley yeonjun said, he was the barista at the coffee shop near the area. it was a not so small cozy place filled with the delicious aromas of differentes pastries and types of coffee.

“please can you give me an iced americano, please” yn said.

“of course, one minute please” yeonjun said with his pretty smile.

although they never spoke about it, it was obvious that there was some tension between the two boys like the continuous stares or when they touched their hands when delivering/receiving the coffee. the coffee shop was like a second home to yn, he always spends his free days there. in fact a friendship started to grow between him and yeonjun. the latter developing deeper feelings but he knew it was wrong, yn has a boyfriend.

yeonjun couldn't help thinking about yn, sometimes when he was horny he would use a pocket pussy and think it's yn the one who's riding him.

“yes yn just like that” he moans while playing with his perky nipples, cumming inside the toy and feeling embarrassed right after that “post-nut clarity sucks” he says. sometimes he felt embarrassed having to attend to yn knowing how in his mind he was fucking him in the most perverted way possible, “this sucks” he murmurs…

some days later he welcomed yn with the same bright smile as always but this time something changed, yn was sad with a gloomy aura around him. he didn't ordered something he just went to sit on the farthest table staring at the ceiling. yeonjun was worried about him but couldn't go to ask him what happened due to so many people being in the shop. the shift is over so yeonjun can finally go to see how was yn, but closing and locking the shop's door first.

“hey ynnie what's wrong?”, concerned laced in his voice.

“i don't know” the other replied “i just broke up with my boyfriend but…” he takes a deep breath “i don't feel that bad about it”.

“what do you mean?” yeonjun asked.

“jun it was kinda a bad relationship you know.. it wasn't toxic but it felt like we were together just to avoid the feeling of being alone..” a few tears threatening to roll down his eyes “we came to the conclusion that this wasn't good for us so yeah…”.

yeonjun just hummed “so what now?” he asks.

yn cleaned the few tears off of his face “now just … being happy i guess” he laughs “i want the strawberry pastry please”, “as you wish pretty boy” yeonjun puts his left hand on his forehead as if he was a soldier obeying his superior’s orders.

both ate the strawberry pastry with some cream landing on yn’s nose. “let me clean it” yeonjun went to clean it bit the sight in front of him was too much to handle, he has the pretty yn inches away from his face. he grabs a napkin and starts wiping the cream, “you're so fucking handsome” yeonout's compliment was received by a shy “thank you” from yn. they lock eyes, each one appreciating each other's features. ‘those lips look so good’ yn thought.

finally giving in, both kissed. it was desperate, they both craved for each other that long. no matter how much they tried to hide it, the feeling was there. yeonjun's tongue exploring the other's mouth while his hands sneaked down yn's pants to feel that amazing ass. yn also put his hand inside yeonjun's pants massaging the growing bulge.

“you taste so good” escaped from yeonjun's mouth who was now leaving kisses on the other’s neck, “you make me so horny junnie” yn moans. “let's go back there” yn jumped on yeonjun's arms and he carried him towards the back room (uh-oh) while still kissing…

yeonjun didn't hesitate to strip yn, discarding his pants and staring and the black jockstraps the boy was wearing, his ass in all his glory was there just for him. the thought of yn wearing that type of underwear all days made yeonjun way hornier than he was “fuck … you look so pretty with this on” he said lifting one strap and then released it causing yn to moan, “i just have to pull down your oants and you're ready to get fucked and filled by me” the top grunts.

he went directly towards yn’s hole, his tongue doing wonders inside of it, “yeon.. jun… too m-much” whimpered the bottom. “but i'm just getting started, love” he replied.

“so. fucking. good” yeonjun spoke in between pants, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to the other's wet hole “i. can't. get. enough .. of it~” his sexy deep voice sending chills down yn's spine “why are you so sexy jun” he questioned.

yeonjun applied some lube in his shaft and put it inside slowly, leaving it there so that yn gets used to his size, “fuck yeonjunn~ it’s so thickkk..”.

yn was in one of those rotating chairs, so yeonjun took advantage to use both his holes at the same time, he thrusted inside his hole then rotate the chair and put it inside yn’s mouth.

time passed by and the pair was still at it, with yn riding that dick while yeonjun praised him, telling him how good he makes him feel. the smell of sex filled the room, their wet sweaty bodies against each other, every caress leaving a burning sensation that they loved. after “unconsciously” yearning for each other all this time they're finally becoming one. “fuck yn, i love you so so so fucking much” yeonjun confessed emphasizing each word with a deep thrust. “i l-love you to-too yeonjunnie” yn confessed too with a little difficulty because of how hard yeonjun was fucking him, it was like this would be the last time they were going to be together. “i’m gonna make you mine” yeonjun hugged yn tight while giving some sloppy last thrusts “i’m gonna fucking fill you up ynnie” and that was what he did, he emptied his balls inside the other, his throbbing pulsating cock sending waves of pleasure throughout yn’s body making him came hands free on yeonjun’s torso.

“fuck i came a lot” he said surprised opening wide both cheeks and staring and the gaping hole dripping with his seed. he buried his face in between the cheeks to suck sperm “after all.. i have to taste my recipe” he said in a cocky sarcastic tone, “if that's the case.. let me taste too” yn grabbed yeonjun by his chin and kissed him, the sperm being passed around between both mouths. “if you want your buns to get filled with my special cream just tell me” yeonjun reassured the other with a passionate kiss…

despite having confessed their love for each other in the middle of sex, both boys decided to start dating to get to know each other better, their relationship progressed and seeing how they had a lot of things in common, now the couple lives happily. yeonjun continues working at the cafe while yn goes for his favorite coffee every day sitting at a table while appreciating his boyfriend's beautiful smile.

[nino-rox]

Choi Yeonjun x Male Reader | S.M

Warnings: NSFW Gay Sex, Sexual themes (unprotected sex, consensual sex, degradation, rough), FwB Top Yeonjun and Bottom male reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

“I don- I don’t think it’ll fi- AAAHhh,” you yelped in pain as you felt Yeonjun shove his entire length inside you without warning. Before you could take a moment to catch your breath, he pulled out almost entirely and thrust himself back into you.

You feel the heat coming from between your legs again, and there is nothing you can do to stop yourself from squirming against him. You whimper and whine as his thick dick fills every inch of your insides. Tears flowed down your eyes as Yeonjun spanked you with every thrust saying, “You like that slut? You like my cock fucking your slut hole?” in a deep voice.

“Ahhhhhh… Yeon… Jun…. Please… It hurts so much. Slow down a bit,” you said as you begged for mercy.

But Yeonjun just laughed at you, saying, “slutty bitch, do you really want me to slow down? Your mouth says slow down, but your hole is saying something else entirely,” He lifted your ass up and slammed his dick into you as hard as he could.

With tears streaming down your face, you gasp loudly as you feel his cock hit your prostate, making you elicit sinful moans of pleasure, but Yeonjun wasn’t finished yet.

He took hold of your arms with one hand while grabbing your hair with the other, forcing you on all fours as he plunged his cock deep inside you over and over again. Each time, it hits your G-spot, causing you to cry out as your body shuddered violently.

Your feet were now resting flat on the ground. At the same time, you hung onto the edge of the bed, crying out each time Yeonjun thrust inside you, your hole being abused by this man, who you barely knew. Still, here you were, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, helpless and at his mercy - and you loved it.

It seemed he couldn’t get enough of you either because he kept pumping harder and faster until he shot his load inside you. Your walls clamped around his cock, squeezing the last drop of cum out of him before you collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. Only to get grabbed by the hair as he said, “We’re not done till you pass out slut.”

REQUEST FOR PART 2!

[yawnzbf]

⚝ what can a bartender do?

Drunk Choi Yeonjun finds himself attracted to a specific bartender, what happens when they give in though? tw- drinking, making out, bartender!reader, kinda red flag yj(?), first time writing in 2nd person (you prns used)

It was a coincidence when you and yeonjun first met at the bar, you had just joined in as a bartender- the very first day on this job, Choi yeonjun- their loaded and a regular customer came in.

“Oh? what’s a new face doing here?” he asks taking a seat in front of you, eyes darting inspecting every inch of your body.

“Sir, yeonjun! Glad to see you here, this is our new employee- yn ln; don’t worry too much about it, I’ll send in your regular bartender!” your manager standing along with other employees spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. Seems like this yeonjun was a big deal.

Yeonjun's eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly uninterested in the replacement. The silence stretched as he pondered for a second too long, making you feel smaller under his scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he let out a sigh before replying.

“no need, let’s see what pretty face here can do tonight” he said, a mischievous smirk latching onto his face  

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached him with a professional smile. "What can I get you, Mr. Yeonjun?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you.

Yeonjun leaned back against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "Surprise me," he replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Undeterred, you concocted a cocktail, carefully selecting ingredients that ypu thought would match his usual preferences. Placing the drink in front of him, you awaited his verdict.

He eyed the drink for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. A subtle smile curved his lips, and he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Y/N. Maybe you're not just a pretty face after all," he remarked, a playful edge in his voice.

//

As the night wore on, Yeonjun found himself on the tipsier side of intoxication. His usual charismatic charm had given way to a more carefree demeanor, and it was evident that he had reached his limit. Concerned for his well-being, you decided it to guide him to a more private and comfortable space.

"Yeonjun-ssi, I think it's best if you take a break in one of our private rooms. It'll be quieter, and you can relax there," you suggested, offering him a steadying hand.

With a lopsided grin, Yeonjun agreed, allowing you to lead him to one of the bar's secluded rooms. The door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the lively bar. The room was dimly lit, with a soft ambiance that contrasted with the bustling energy outside.

"Wait here for a moment, Yeonjun-ssi. I'll make sure you have everything you need," you said, moving around the room to diming the lighting and make it cozier. There was a small couch against one wall, adorned with plush cushions, providing a comfortable spot for Yeonjun.

As you turned to check on him, you found Yeonjun lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the occasion, yn? Bringing me to a private room... feels a bit intimate, don't you think?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

You chuckled, trying to maintain professionalism, "Just making sure you're comfortable, Yeonjun-ssi. Is there anything specific you need?"

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on you, his expression shifting to a more sincere one. "Just your company would be perfect, yn."

As you moved about the room, adjusting the ambiance, Yeonjun decided to stretch out, his gaze following your every move. Just as you were about to turn away, the unexpected weight of Yeonjun's intoxicated state took you by surprise. Unprepared for the sudden burden, you stumbled backward, arms flailing.

With a quick reflex, Yeonjun smoothly caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders. The room seemed to spin for a moment as you found yourself pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's strong presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his touch on your skin.

"Careful there, yn," he chuckled, the playful glint returning to his eyes. However, something shifted between you two in that fleeting moment – something unspoken lingered in the air.

As you regained your balance, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness that had unexpectedly blossomed. Yeonjun, with a smirk, let his hands linger on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The air crackled with a subtle energy as his gaze bore into yours.

In that charged moment, Yeonjun's expression changed, and his playful demeanor gave way to something more intense. Almost instinctively, he brought both hands to the wall on either side of your face, effectively trapping you.

The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and as you looked up at him, something flickered between you two. The dim light cast a shadow over his features, accentuating the mystery in his eyes. Yeonjun, almost imperceptibly, leaned in, the distance between your lips narrowing.

However, you halted him with a hand placed gently on his chest, eyes averted. The playful atmosphere shifted to one of unspoken tension. "Yeonjun-ssi," you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice contrasting with the charged air. The moment hung suspended a delicate distance between desire and restraint.

//

Yet here you were, lost in the warmth of his kisses, the very person you had resisted just a few weeks ago. How did you find yourself entangled in his embrace? The questions lingered, but in the heat of the moment, you dared not challenge the allure that Choi Yeonjun had cast upon you.

With every harsh pull of his lips against yours, the firm yet tender pull of your waist into his embrace, and the low, appreciative groans that escaped him with every tug on his hair, you let him get you more and more. None of it made sense and perhaps, you didn’t want it to make sense either.

Maybe just for this night, you’d let yourself have him.

“please..” he pleaded, as you moved along his jaw, littering kisses all over him, devouring him whole.

You continued to trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of the forbidden moment. The air crackled with tension, desire woven into the fabric of the dimly lit room. His half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips begged for more.

"What are you pleading for, Yeonjun?" you asked, pulling back for a moment to lock eyes with him. His gaze, intense and filled with a mixture of emotions, met yours with a raw honesty that struck a chord within you.

His response came as a breathy exhale, a plea wrapped in the simplicity of his request. "Mm, dunno. Please, just continue."

And that you did.

a/n: ahhh i love him sm!! i just want to gobble him up entirely

[yawnzbf-shifted]

⚝ PRINCE?

Commoner yn helps his prince to hide from guards in the process something blossoms in between

500+ words

Yn’s muscles burned with exhaustion as he rested himself against the wall with the prince of Celestria.

The prince was breathing heavily, his royal dress muddy and tattered at places because of their ‘great escape’. The prince places a hand on his companion for the day hoping the guards don’t find him.

“Any louder now why don’t you?” the civilian throws a glare at the royal. “Would you personally like me to call them over here, your highness?”

“How dare you speak to me in such a way?” the prince says exasperated. “I could have your head for this, commoner!”

“shut up!” yn says hurriedly at the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Excuse m-” the royal was cut of by yn as he clamps his hand over the prince’s mouth, eyes wide with nervousness searching his.

“shh, your highness! This maybe a violation but I certainly don’t lust for an early death” yn whispers, his hand never leaves as they both listen for incoming guards.

The prince looks up at yn heart pounding suddenly. Was it the lack of breath or the close proximity between the two?

"something wrong my prince?"

[asterifish]

Teaser post!!

And im gonna release that Han x m reader fic soon!! Need some finishing touches

[buttersmama]

CRIMSON VEIL

Crazy obsessed fan recreates his favourite author's murder scenes from his book (choi yeonjun referred to as Daniel hunter- his pen name)

Warnings: obsession, murder, gore, demonic symbols (mention), hurting please proceed with caution!!

choi yeonjun, known to the world as Daniel Hunter, had always been captivated by the mind of darkest villains. He reveled in fabricating tales of murder mysteries, weaving intricate webs of intrigue and suspense that kept his readers yearning for more. His books were celebrated, his storytelling skills praised, and his pseudonym became synonymous with the chilling tales.

To say that Yn was fascinated with Daniel’s works would be a colossal understatement. He didn’t merely read the novels, he consumed them with an insatiable hunger. Yn dissected every page, every sentence, and every word with meticulous precision. He unearthed hidden meanings and reveled in the artistry behind each murder scene.

For Yn, these were not just books, They were sacred texts, and Daniel Hunter was his literary deity. His admiration for the author knew no bounds. Yn’s room had been transformed into a shrine dedicated to Daniel’s work. Every inch was plastered with crime scene photos, excerpts from the novels, and handwritten notes analyzing the meticulous details of each murder.

It was an obsession that bordered on madness, a testament to the profound impact Daniel’s writing had on his life. Late at night, while the world slept, Yn delved into the depths of darkness. He tirelessly studied criminal psychology, immersing himself in the minds of the killers depicted in the novels. Yn was relentless in his quest to understand the darkest corners of the human psyche, the very places where Daniel drew his inspiration.

All to make Daniel’s ‘art’ as yn considered, come to life.

In “Crimson Veil,” Daniel Hunter had penned a scene that sent chills down the spines of his readers. The murder was a macabre dance of violence, meticulously detailed in the pages of his novel. The room, depicted in hauntingly vivid language, was cloaked in shadows, save for a single source of light casting eerie crimson hues. On the bloodstained carpet, a lifeless figure lay, their pallid face twisted in eternal anguish. The walls bore cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, seemingly whispering the secrets of the deranged killer. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and even the once-pristine windowpane, turning the scene into a nightmarish canvas of death and despair.

Yn, had recreated the exact murder scene from the pages of “Crimson Veil.” The parallels were uncanny, the similarities unsettling. In the real world, a lifeless body lay, the room cloaked in the same shadows and eerie crimson lighting. The walls were adorned with the same cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, as if Yn had plucked them from the pages of the novel. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Even the crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and windowpane, as if Yn had taken Daniel’s words as gospel, breathing life into the darkest corners of fiction.

The distinction between creator and re-creator, fiction and reality, had blurred beyond recognition. Yn had, with eerie precision, made Daniel’s ‘art’ come to life, and the line that separated the two worlds had become an abyss of obsession and darkness.

It all started with an online forum where the admin, an avid fan of crime fiction, talked about how the new murder case had a striking resemblance to Daniel’s “Crimson Veil.” The post drew the attention of fellow enthusiasts who were quick to note the eerie parallels between the real-world crime and the fictional murder meticulously crafted by the author.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the virtual community, with users dissecting the similarities in chilling detail. They combed through the descriptions in “Crimson Veil” and compared them to the grisly details emerging from the murder investigation. The alignment was uncanny—the shadows, the bloodstains, the cryptic symbols—all bore a striking resemblance to Daniel’s haunting prose.

After a few weeks had passed since the horrifying murder, the police force had made efforts to assure the public about their safety. It was a strategy to provide a semblance of security, even if the reality was far more unsettling. The public, in their quest for comfort, clung to the notion of safety, accepting the reassuring words of the authorities. Ignorance, in this case, was indeed bliss.

It was in this atmosphere, when the initial shock had given way to cautious relief, that Daniel decided to make an announcement. He had delayed a fan meeting that was originally scheduled to take place, blaming the circumstances surrounding the murder.

The announcement was met with a mixed response. Some fans were understanding, appreciating his consideration for the timing. Others, however, felt a lingering unease, a reminder of the unsettling connection between his work and the real-world horrors that had unfolded. As the date for the fan meeting drew closer, the anticipation and trepidation among his fans and the public grew, creating an atmosphere tinged with both excitement and lingering fear.

Yn, the fan whose obsession with Daniel’s work had taken a chilling turn, closely followed every move of his idol. When he learned of the announcement for the delayed fan meeting, his reaction was a complex blend of emotions, a sinister concoction of excitement, anticipation, and the darkness of his own obsession.

The news sent shivers of eagerness down Yn’s spine. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now it was within reach. The thought of finally meeting the author face-to-face, of being in his presence, was intoxicating. Yn’s mind raced with the possibilities, the conversations they could have, the connection he believed was destined to be.

The day of the fan meeting had arrived, and for most attendees, it was a day of excitement and anticipation. They gathered in a large, well-lit hall, where Daniel would soon make an appearance to meet his adoring fans. The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the eager rustling of novels and merchandise.

Among the crowd, Yn stood at the forefront, his demeanor a stark contrast to the fanfare around him. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked on the entrance where Daniel would soon appear. Yn’s excitement was palpable, but it was a sinister kind of excitement, one that spoke of a deeper, darker devotion.

As Daniel finally walked onto the stage to thunderous applause, Yn’s heart raced. The moment had come, the moment he had been waiting for, not as a fan seeking an autograph but as a disciple, ready to claim his place.

The fan meeting proceeded, with fans asking questions, sharing their love for the author, and relishing the chance to be in his presence. Yn, too, had questions, but his were laced with a intense curiosity.

As Yn sat down in front of his idol, he carefully handed his cherished copy of ‘Crimson Veil’ to Daniel. The author, with his characteristic sweet smile, graciously accepted the book. It was a gesture that sent Yn’s heart racing, a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins.

Yn couldn’t help but stammer out his admiration, “Mr. Hunter, your work means everything to me. Meeting you is like a dream come true.”

Daniel, though surprised by the intensity in Yn’s voice, replied with a gentle nod and a soft-spoken, “I’m so glad to hear that. It’s the support of readers like you that keeps me going.”

The moment stretched, a palpable tension in the air as their eyes met. Yn’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as his eyes began to wonder finding the correct words, “Your writing is so… inspiring. It’s like you’ve taken the darkest corners of my mind and put them on paper.”

Daniel, though unsettled, managed a faint smile, “I’m fascinated by the human psyche. It’s what drives my storytelling.”

Yn’s heart raced at the gesture his hands moved on their own as if they possessed free will of their own grasping the writer's hand. The audience gasped in response, but Yn paid no mind to their reactions. He was entranced, his focus consumed entirely by the man sitting before him.

Daniel’s smile, once sweet and welcoming, now bore a hint of curiosity and uncertainty. He had encountered enthusiastic fans before, but Yn’s intensity was unlike anything he had experienced and that scared him.

Then, as the fan meeting drew to a close, Yn couldn’t resist one final, chilling moment. He whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “Oh, Daniel, how I would kill for your next book.”

A chill ran down Daniel's spine, his eyes meeting Yn’s.

[vkooksupremacy]

PARK SUNGHOON X MALE READER

Warnings : Cheating (from Y/N and Sunghoon's ex), angst to fluff, happy ending

Y/N didn't believe his relationship with Yeonjun was perfect. No one's was. But he trusted Yeonjun with his heart. Unfortunately, the elder couldn't see Y/N's love for him. And eventually, this ended their relationship.

"Jun hyung?" Y/N called. He walked through his apartment. Yeonjun had moved in two years ago, in their third anniversary. He walked into the bedroom, and his heart stopped. Then it began jackhammering in his chest. "H-hyung?"

"Y/N!" Yeonjun quickly got of the chick, throwing his clothes on. "I- I wasn't expecting you to come so early."

"I should have known." Y/N said bitterly. "I should have known I wasn't enough. Known I didn't deserve your love."

It didn't hurt so much in his head, but now the word she'd uttered sliced through Y/N's already shattered heart.

"I gave you my heart but you threw it on hard concrete." Y/N said venomously. "I'm going out. I expect you to be gone when I come back. I'll send your stuff to your parents soon."

That was how the relationship ended. But something stuck in Y/N's head. The image of Yeonjun, going down on Y/N's friend, Sunghoon's, girlfriend.

"Hi, Sunghoon." Y/N said. "Can you come over, I think we need to discuss something."

"Ok." Sunghoon said. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah."

Sunghoon turned up ten minutes later at the cafe, and Y/N sat him down.

"You aren't going to believe what I saw." He said. Sunghoon looked at him in confusion. "Hoon, this will end your relationship as it ended mine."

He could feel a lump in his throat, making it hard to speak.

"I saw-" He paused to recollect himself. "I saw Yeonjun and Haewon doing it in my house."

"What?"

"I saw it. And he wasn't even sorry, that asshole." Y/N cursed. "He just stood there eblankly until- until I told him to get out."

"And Haewon?" Sunghoon asked with a shaky voice.

"She fled before I could take a proper look at her." Y/N said.

"Can I stay with you?" Sunfhoon asked. "She owns our shared house."

"Yeah of course." Y/N said. "As long as those fuckers don't come near us, I'm fine to do anything."

3 weeks on and the heartbreak was still there, but less.

2 months on, they were both almost over it.

6 months on, they became best friends, and cheered each other on.

1 year later, Y/N fell. Fell off the boy who's ex ruined his relationship. He was perfect. And Sunghoon fell at the 1.5 year mark. But both were too scared to confess.

Finally, Y/N decided to make a move. But as he rounded the corner to their apartment, he saw a sight he hoped not to see. A girl, confessing herove to Sunghoon. Sure he was going to accept, he walked away, but not before Sunghoon saw him.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I don't have any feelings for you." He said politely. "Good luck."

He found Y/N inside the house, mumbling to himself still in work clothes.

"And then? He was going to accept and we would have an actual perfect relationship."

"If it helps, I love you." Sunfhoon said, making Y/N jump.

"O-Oh. You're back?"

"I saw you." Sunghoon said. "I rejected her."

"Why?"

"Because I only want you."

And the rest is up to you to imagine

Nah. You think I like cliff hangers?

In the end, Sunghoon made Y/N believe in the perfect relationship. Sunghoon gave him the perfect relationship. Relationships don't come without hardships, but the couple worked through it. They stayed together through thick and thin, eventually adopting twin boys from the orphanage nearby.

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[kittensyoonie]

TXT X Male Reader

Yeonjun was one of the most popular boys in school by a long shot. How could he not be? He was perfect in every way. Good looks, talented, kind. Y/n thought so, having a crush on him. Somehow, someone found out found out he had a crush on another man, and told the whole school.

Choi Yeonjun X Male Reader (amab)

Requested: no

Warnings: dark themes, homophobia, bullying, slur words, happy ending, getting together, hurt comfort, I’m still figuring out txts personalities so bear with me!, not proof read because 🤦🏼‍♂️

Y/n and Yeonjun had been attending the same school since fifth grade. They were friendly, they’d hang out time to time and always got along during school things.

Since y/n had transferred to his school and not the other way around, he had a hard time fitting in. Yeonjun had his friend group already, pretty much everyone did. Though it didn’t take long for y/n to find his friends.

He couldn’t help but slowly develop a crush on Yeonjun throughout middle school. Everyone pretty much had one, it was like every day he became more handsome. But for y/n, it wasn’t just his looks. He was growing his heart as well, showing more of a side of him others didn’t notice before.

Because y/n did become friends with Beomgyu, he did get to spend more time around Yeonjun than the average person. Though he still wouldn’t consider himself in their friend group or close with Yeonjun.

In their last year of school, y/n managed to get to that point where he wasn’t popular, but he wasn’t bullied either. He just existed, and people were kind to him. He liked it like that, to him it flowed easily. He hoped it would last until they graduated. He hoped.

“Why does it matter?” Y/n playfully glared, sitting next to Beomgyu outside, both having their textbooks open yet not entirely reading it.

“Because, I want to know. It’s so obvious, how long have you liked him?” Beomgyu asked again, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

Y/n sighed and closed the textbook. “I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know when I fell for him, all I know is one day I realized, and by then I realized I had already fallen for him hard.”

“You gonna tell him?” Beomgyu question. “Oh don’t give me that look y/n, you know he would never hurt you for liking him, especially as another man. He wouldn’t push you away either.”

“I know I know. I just… it’ll change, and I’m not sure I’m ready for him to say no or reject me. Because as much as he may be kind about it, things will be different.”

Beomgyu sighed and adjusted himself. “Just don’t— don’t bottle it up. You know what’ll happen if you do.”

Y/n nodded, playing with his pencil. Not an ounce of good can come from him bottling up his feelings. He knew all too well.

“Hey guys!” Yeonjun called out, jogging over.

Dammit.

The next day, though he genuinely expected to be like every other day, was chaos. Everyone around him was staring at him and whispering. Most were looking at him with pure disgust. He didn’t understand, until he got to his locker. Sprayed on it was the word “fag”.

Some of the students were laughing once they realized he had read it. He knew damn well he wasn’t out besides some friends. He also knew that this was no accident or joke. Everyone knew he wasn’t straight.

Doing his best to ignore the situation and everyone, he opened his locker and got everything sorted. Some people walked by calling him slurs and laughing at him. He could feel a panic attack rising but he did his best to ignore it.

When he got to his first class Beomgyu almost immediately went over to y/n, scowling at the comments people were making for it. He pulled the boy aside, a look of pure worry in his eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, Soobin coming up behind him.

Y/n didn’t respond, and when he didn’t, the two took him out of class and to a quiet area. Soobin being class president got them some leeway.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” Y/n muttered, cracking his jaw. “I don’t have any idea how they found out.”

“Maybe they overheard our conversation yesterday?” Beomgyu suggested, rubbing his back. He looked between y/n and Soobin, visibly upset for his friend.

“That’s possible. But I wouldn’t know who said it…”

“Well if you figure it out please let me know, I’ll handle it. Outing someone and bullying them is not okay.” Soobin added in.

Y/n nodded and sighed, wiping his eyes. “Can we go back to class please?”

Y/n made the mistake of going to the bathroom during lunch alone. On his way back to the cafeteria he ran into a group of students, the ones he figured spray painted his locker.

One boy immediately grabbed his shirt and pinned him to the wall as the other two boys stood blocking each side. The girls that were with them were standing back, one filming and the others laughing and mocking.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going fag?” The one holding his shirt sneered.

Y/n closed his eyes and tilted his head away from them. He was never one for violence, in fact he hated it. But being physically assaulted wasn’t something he was used to, so his mind froze up. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t fight back. Which seemed to infuriate the guy, who threw him to the ground.

Y/n landed on his arm, hissing in pain. He grabbed it, slowly sitting up.

“Since you want to play that game, why don’t we have some fun~” the others all laughed at the student as they crowded around him.

“That’s enough!” A familiar voice shouted, and it didn’t take long for y/n to process who that voice belonged to.

Yeonjun ran over absolutely furious. Everyone standing over y/n looked like wounded puppies about to get abandoned by their mommy. The girls involved were notorious bullies, pretty much obsessed with Yeonjun and his friends. The boys half the time were trying to be like him or become his friend. Yeonjun was just that kind of person. So him catching them do this, really scared them.

Yeonjun pushed through and helped y/n up, holding him by his waist. Y/ns ears were ringing as he was still processing everything that was happening.

“I’m beyond disappointed in all of you. For one, do you really think you get to have an opinion on someone else’s sexual orientation? You think you have the right to take action on those opinions?” Yeonjun hissed. “To bully and harass someone in itself is disgusting, but to physically attack someone?”

“B- but you say that like it’s okay-“

“okay to be gay?” Yeonjun cut off, pulling y/n closer.

“Yeah and well… the rumors all say he probably likes you, that you’re the one he likes…” one of the girls stammered.

“I don’t care what the rumors may or may not say, especially coming from you guys. It also genuinely doesn’t matter who he’s fallen for. In fact, the only reason I care to know is because I myself am not straight, and I’ve liked y/n for a while now.”

Everyone standing there looked mortified by what they just heard. After a few seconds delay y/n startled, looking at Yeonjun with wide eyes. But Yeonjun just kept staring at the others.

“I don’t care to say it. I don’t care for gender, I only care about who a person is. And y/n, y/n is a caring and kind and compassionate person, who always remembers the little things about people even if he only met them once. He doesn’t think twice to help others around them, and frankly I’m fond of his sense of humor.” Y/n cheeks turned more and more red, unaware of the crowd they were attracting.

Before any of the others could respond, Soobin came through with the principal in tow. He went straight over to his two friends, checking up on them. He was with Yeonjun and overheard what was happening, and went to get help.

Yeonjun refused to leave y/ns side as the principal asked what happened, or the nurse checked his arm out. Luckily it wasn’t broken, just bruised up.

“Did you, did you mean what you said?” Y/n asked.

He was sitting on the nurses bed, it was just them two.

“Every word of it,” Yeonjun responded, moving to stand in front of him. “If that’s okay with you.”

“More than okay.” Y/n admitted without a second to think, earning a chuckle from Yeonjun. “I… it’s more than okay, because… well, the rumors aren’t wrong. I do like you Yeonjun, I have for years, I’ve just been too scared to say anything.”

Yeonjun locked their fingers together, making y/n look up at him.

“I’m pretty sure me and Beomgyu talking about my crush on you is what landed me here.” Y/n chuckled awkwardly, squeezing Yeonjuns hands.

Yeonjun chuckled too, moving closer. “No wonder Beomgyu was so pushy that I talk to you. We both confided in him, he knew we liked each other.”

“Poor Gyu,” y/n mumbled, his eyes flickering between Yeonjuns eyes and lips.

Yeonjun hummed and leaned down, kissing him. Finally. It really did feel like the world stopped for y/n, he finally got to kiss Yeonjun. After about a minute of slow kissing Yeonjun pulled away, kissing y/ns forehead.

“What now?” Y/n asked, looking up at Yeonjun with his heart outside of his chest.

“Now, if you’re ready, I’d love you to become my boyfriend. Not that you need protection, but I’ll make sure no one touches or bothers you about your sexuality ever again.” Yeonjun responded, sitting next to y/n.

Y/n smiled and turned to face him. “I’d love to be your boyfriend. And I uh, yeah I don’t need protection but I don’t mind the idea of you looking out for me.”

Yeonjun chuckled and kissed y/n again, this time the kiss more comfortable and confident.

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CANDY ✶ CHOI YEONJUN

ft. male!reader x choi yeonjun. wc 1k. note ive had yj on the brain recently.. and also weddings 4 some reason.

desc ★ being guests at someone else's wedding gets him thinking about your own.

it was your cousin who was tying the knot that evening, looking beautiful in a flowy gown that trailed behind her in a train of chiffon and stitched stars and crescent moons, delicacy sewn into every detail.

yeonjun had been more than happy to tag along as your plus one, and he’d stayed glued to your side the whole ceremony; only letting go to reluctantly let you speak to relatives you hadn’t seen in a while and then sliding right back next to you the second the conversations had ended.

the reception was held in a wide open hall, decorations strung up everywhere you looked and an absurd amount of glitter. your younger relatives had managed to get hold of some, and so you and him had both fallen victim to getting it thrown at you in liberal amounts before they scampered off without even trying to hide their giggles, balloons stolen from someplace or other in the venue bouncing along with them.

you were both toeing the line of tipsy not long after the cake had been cut and the music had started, the colours from the disco lights dotted around every surface. you’d shared champagne from the tiny flutes being offered around and the pair of you had made a game of trying to guess whatever the other had fed you from the wide spread laid out on a long table for everybody to pick and choose from.

he’d dragged you to the dancefloor not long afterwards, leaning in close every chance he could and watching you enjoy yourself with wonder in his eyes. the celebration had got him thinking about when it’d be your turn to do this, when it’d be your turn to slow dance in the centre of the floor and swear that he was yours if you were his, and just the thought alone brought a smile to his face and a light blush to his cheeks.

he didn’t bring it up until you’d both decided to take a break from the dancing, and moved into a smaller corner of the room and simply stood together, gently swaying to the music playing and watching the happy couple bask in the first moments of being together — married, with the matching bands to prove it.

“that’s gonna be us one day.” he murmured softly, watching with a small grin overtaking his lips as the tips of your ears burned red. he shifted from his position of resting his forehead on your temple to face you head-on, his hands moving to hold your waist. his grin turned more teasing as he continued on, voice soft but the two of you being close enough that you were able to hear him clearly over the music.

“and i already know you’re gonna look so good in that suit, baby. straight from a magazine.”

yeonjun watched as you rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder but smiled anyway, and then took the chance to speak again. maybe the champagne was loosening his lips a little too much, because he couldn’t seem to stop the stream of words spilling out of his mouth.

“should we make our boutonnières match, too? or maybe our ties? we’d really look the part then, wouldn’t we?”

you slung your hands over his shoulders, fingers interlinking lazily behind them and leaned forward a little to rest your forehead on his, sighing in mock reluctance when you answered his questions.

“fine, yes. the boutonnières can match the suits. but only if i get to throw the bouquet.”

he agreed readily, hands squeezing gently from their place on your hips.

“of course, pretty boy, anything for you. does that mean i get to the cut the cake?”

you had only just nodded your assent before he was surging forward and connecting your lips, taking you by surprise. he couldn’t help himself anymore, it seemed, the sudden rush of love coursing through him too much to keep to himself.

he silently said his thanks for the low lighting in the hall, and the corner you two had lingered in for most of the reception being mostly quiet — any guest who had been there having moved on to make their rounds greeting others they knew and giving their congratulations to the newlyweds any time they passed. his hands moved up to cup your face as your own shifted to tangle themselves in his hair.

he was loathe to let you go, and only eventually did so when you pushed him back after a few minutes and reminded him of your present company.

still, he huffed about it, clinging to you and pressing soft kisses to your hair instead. both of his hands trailed down to grasp your left one, and he brought it up for both of you to see; before circling one in particular.

“can’t wait to put a ring on this finger.”

you scoffed and twisted out of his grasp only to grab his palms instead, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“not if i do it first.”

that stunned yeonjun into silence for a few moments, as if he’d forgotten that was a possibility, but just as soon as he’d drifted off he snapped straight back to the present and whined again.

“stop saying shit that makes me wanna kiss you! you just said we can’t!”

the smirk that you showed him next was nothing short of impish, and when you shrugged slowly he could only stand and stare while you spoke again.

“i only said not here, jjunie! my family’s all here, why would i want them watching? but, if you wanted to go find somewhere more private, i wouldn’t be opposed.”

those were the only words he needed before he was taking you by the hand and practically running to the door, pointedly ignoring your laughs from behind him as he pulled you to the nearest alcove where he could press you up into the corner and kiss you stupid. you. the boy he loved. the boy he wanted to stay with for as long as you’d have him. the boy he’d happily wake up next to every morning without fail, and fall asleep next to that same night.

the boy he wanted to marry, someday.

✿ title from candy by cameo i love that song??! also why has spotify made me a wedding mix and why is it so good. this is unedited but im rly tired spare me.. i'll do it tmr promise

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chorei 😭😭

My Angel - Choi Yeonjun

COUPLE: Choi Yeonjun x Selective Mute!M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, School!AU, Soulmate!AU

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and broken bones, Yeonjun being a stupid jerk, bullying, mentions of homophobia, mentions of people hating mutes, attempted suicide, going back to the past, male reader has selective mutism

SUMMARY: You were happy to finally have found your soulmate but it seems like he wasn't.

[ P.S. I'm so sorry if I portrayed selective mutism wrongly :(( ]

You let out a groggy voice as you hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and smiled, admiring yourself in the mirror. Today's gonna be a great day. I hope. You thought as you looked at your grandpa who was smiling at you as he nodded. Your grandfather was bedridden and needed to have some rest which was the reason why you take care of him, besides, he was the only family you have left after your father and mother abandoned you when you were only three yours old by yourself, your grandfather eventually took you in.

I'm off to school. You signed towards your grandfather who flashed you a smile and nodded towards you, not able to speak well anymore. You smiled sadly before you placed his medications on a tray. The nurse will be here soon. Eat well, okay? You signed with a stern look before smiling at your grandfather who chuckled breathily. "M/N-ah, have fun," your grandfather managed to say as he smiled widely.

I will, grandpa. I will. You signed before you took your pad from the desk and smiled as you waved goodbye at your grandfather. Your grandfather could only smile widely as you exited the hospital's suite room.

You were a selective mute student and always carried around a drawing pad to communicate well with others who couldn't understand sign language. Luckily, Beomgyu, your only friend and your seatmate, understood sign and talked with you always. With him, you were always so comfortable and very happy.

You could go for therapy for your selective mutism but you didn't have enough money for such. Until the age of eighteen, you've always found it hard to make friends, especially with your disability. You understood everything they said yet you couldn't reply verbally so it was always the reason why everyone didn't like you. You were socially awkward and can't being yourself to talk much. At the age of five, you began learning sign language with your grandfather who was great at it.

Sure, you've gained some friends along the way but at the end of the day, you'll find yourself hurt and alone, again. But Beomgyu was not like them. He stood with you and always followed you around, protected you and joined you at the hospital, too, whenever he can.

"M/N!" You heard someone call you so you immediately turned back and smiled as you waved at your best friend Beomgyu whose long, silky hair was tied-up by the ribbon tie you gave him the other day. "Hey," he stated as he neared you and held his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "For a short person, you sure walk fast."

I'm not that small. You're just tall. You signed at Beomgyu who chuckled and just smiled, making you do the same thing. And I see you're wearing the ribbon tie I bought for you. I'm glad you loved it, Beomgyu. It was the only thing I could afford. You signed at the other who just brushed it off as he smiled down at you.

"It's fine, M/N. You're my best friend and I don't need expensive things, really," Beomgyu answered as he offered you an open hand which you held onto immediately, sticking your drawing pad in your armpit as you two walked towards the school gates. This has been quite a habit for both you and Beomgyu who always loved to hold onto your soft hands since, quote on quote, "Your hand fits perfectly in mine".

Beomgyu always thought you were his soulmate but your initials hadn't appeared on his wrist so you weren't his soulmate to his disappointment. You softly squeezed his hand, making him look at you as he smiled. Are you alright? You seem a bit down. You still haven't found your soulmate? You signed after removing your hand from his, Beomgyu answered with a deep huff at your question.

"Yep. How about you? No luck?" The other asked you back, answering with a shake to your head which Beomgyu shrugged to. "Could've thought you were my soulmate though. Why can't that be?"

You let out a smile, chuckling silently before you tapped on his chest. I feel the same, but the time will come, Gyu. I'm pretty sure our soulmates are nearby. Well, I hope so. You signed to the other who chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so."

You two arrived at the school grounds and walked towards your lockers first, Beomgyu groaning as he opened his with a rattle. "Can't we just skip History? It's just a bunch of historical facts of our country," he complained as he got his morning textbooks out before looking at you.

History's also very important, Gyu. Whether you like it or not, it's needed that we learn more about our culture and our country's past. You answered the other who frowned, nodding at your statement because you were right. I can always study with you.

"Really? No taking backs, okay?" Beomgyu stated as he held his pinky out, making you roll your eyes as you curled your pinky on his and tapped your thumbs together. "Now, let's go! The pact has been sealed!"

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That same day, during both your last periods (free period), without Beomgyu's knowledge, who was sleeping soundly in his seat as he snored lightly, you decided to sneak out to the backside of the school like you usually do to watch the cherry blossoms in person. You've always wanted to show your grandpa a picture of it.

So, you looked back at Beomgyu before slowly standing up from your seat and exited your room after grabbing your digital camera and drawing pad. In your head, you were humming an Avril Lavigne song as you walked down the stairs, smiling as you greet the teachers. You always loved to go see the cherry blossoms every free period.

You often snuck out your classroom without your bestfriend's consent (which you knew he'd say no once you asked him) who was being overprotective of you. You loved how peaceful and quiet it was there as you sat down by the bench. Finally arriving at your destination, you smiled in awe as you watched the cherry blossom's leaves fall.

You took a picture of it and turned around, deciding to sit down on a bench but you stopped as you heard voices. It usually was silent there, too silent that the only sound you could hear was the wind blowing down the leaves, but this time, you saw six guys. They were asking money from a student who seemed to have been beaten up before he gave the money so you decided not to mess with them.

Three were a bit chubby while two were skinny but not too skinny but in your eyes, one stood out from the rest because of his pink dyed hair with blue and yellow streaks. He didn't look anything like a delinquent. As you stared at the boy, you let out a quiet whimper as you felt a burning sensation on your wrist and understood that that pink-haired boy was your soulmate, with his name's initial embedded on the skin of your wrist.

Forgetting what they did due to the adrenaline in your veins, finally happy to have found your soulmate, you smiled widely and you neared them before you tapped your presumed soulmate's shoulder, making him look at you with grim eyes and a smirk, the other student running away as he got his bag. The pink-haired boy's friends turned to you once they heard their leader scoff,  mischievous looks were sent to you yet the smile on your face never etched away.

You took your drawing pad from the bench and placed your digicam back on your pocket when suddenly, one of them grabbed you by your uniform which resulted in you accidentally dropping your drawing pad. The smile on your face was now replaced with a frown as you realized what you have put yourself into. They dragged you towards an empty lot behind the school away from other student's eyes, making you panic as you tried to break free from the boy's grip. You knew what was going to happen, you weren't new to this.

Students would always shun you away or bully you, just by simply being mute. Calling you names and grabbing your hair, which was the reason why you had cut your hair just last semester but your hair grows fast so now it's a hassle since you forgot to get a haircut.

They placed a duct tape on your mouth so you couldn't scream nor do anything, you could just cry as they dragged you away from the cherry blossoms where you wanted to be currently at, your heart pounding loudly inside your chest. I should've told Beomgyu. I should've woke him up. Now, I'm in this situation. You thought as you tried to get the grip on you shirt to loosen, but to your dismay.

They stopped and slowly pushed you towards the wall, watching you crumble towards the ground and sat down on the ground. "Why'd you decide to come to us? Wanted a quick fuck?" One of the chubby guys asked as they tried to undo their belt, so you shook your head as an answer immeidately and looked away. "Then why? Fuck, doesn't matter. I need a release."

Panicking as you watched him unzip his pants, you looked for your pad frantically but saw that it wasn't with you. Oh no, have I dropped it somewhere? You thought as you looked back up at the six boys until one of them stopped the sex-deprived guy. "Oh wait, holy shit. You're the deaf student, aren't you? Yeonjun, isn't he in one of your classes?" The one who stopped stated as he pointed at you. It's rude to point at people. You thought, something your grandfather had taught you.

You looked at the pink-haired boy, who now you know was Yeonjun, remove the duct tape on your mouth, you were smiling as you showed him your wrist, his initials written on it. Before you can think of anything else, he scowled at you and kicked your stomach very hard, feeling the air in your lungs escape as you fell towards the ground on your back, making you groan as you held your stomach in pain. Why? Why would he do that? I'm his soulmate. You thought.

No one has ever went to this extent, to become very physically violent with you. You didnt know self-defense nor how to throw a punch and that was something Beomgyu can do. This was the time you actually regret not coming with Beomgyu. You tried to gather as much air as you can as you clutched on your stomach and slowly looked up at Yeonjun who just scoffed as he smirked down at you mockingly, probably admiring how pathetic you looked.

"Yeah. He always hangs out with Beomgyu. He doesn't even see it but I'm pretty sure Beomgyu hates him so much," Yeonjun stated with an amused yet annoying chuckle, how he addressed Beomgyu casually seemingly confusing to you. Do Yeonjun and Beomgyu know each other? You thought.

You let out a struggled grunt as you tried to get up, only to fall back down, making the others laugh at your idiocy and kicked your stomach harshly. You wheezed as you tried to get away but you failed. No matter what you did, they went closer as they continued to strike their feet on your stomach with no remorse as you cried at the exruciating torture. One student stepped on your stomach, making the tears in your eyes fall down your cheeks as you screamed, but only wheezes and choked up gasps escaped your mouth as they continued their assault. "No one's gonna hear you here, kid. Should've thought twice before approaching us," one of the skinny guys said.

Yeonjun neared you with a sorrowful look making you smile as he placed a hand on your cheek, making you lean into his touch as you closed your eyes, thinking his mind finally changed about bullying you. You sighed in relief, still clutching on your stomach before you heard Yeonjun scoff. You opened your eyes in confusion, a smirk appearing on his mouth before you felt him travel his hands towards your (H/C) hair.

You tried to pry his calloused hand away from you but Yeonjun had already took a fistful of your hair and chuckled darkly as he watched your pathetic state, on the ground as you sobbed quietly. He let go of your hair and stood up, dropping you back on the ground harshly before he kicked your stomach again, the others doing the same as you curled up, letting them do what they want as you writhed in pain everytime a strike landed on your probably bruised tummy.

As you writhed in pain, one particularly hard kick has you coughing up blood. You widened your eyes in shock as you spit out more of the red liquid, your throat hurting as you did yet they just laughed at your state. Sadistic jerks. You thought as you tried to get away but they kicked your back, making you fall back. No more. You signed at them with shaky hands yet they just let out confused voices.

"This fucker try'na communicate with us?" The boy who dragged you stated as he put pressure on your stomach, tears were now pouring down your face uncontrollably. Please. Anyone, anyone. Help me. I just wanted to talk with my soulmate. You were snapped away from your thoughts when Yeonjun spoke up.

"Yep. It's getting annoying. Break his arm," he stated, as you widened your eyes at his statement. Why's he doing this to his soulmate? You thought before you tried to get away but somekne had pulled your legs down as they got your free hand. You cried hard as you tried to get away. You wanted to scream badly but you couldn't when someone was covering your mouth. Before you knew it, they began kicking your arm with maniacal laughs before one of them decided to step on it to break it with a loud crunching sound, making your eyes wide as you wheezed out and looked at your broken arm that was bleeding, placing the duct tape back on your mouth to orevent you from screaming.

You sat up slowly as you cried hard at the pain and supported your hurt arm with your other hand, holding it close to your chest to reduce it's movements. You looked up at Yeonjun to see if there was any hint of concern or guilt in his eyes and if there was, even just an ounce, it would be okay but there was none.

You wanted to get up but one of them decided to knee your chin, making you fall backwards as they kicked your broken arm, your cries becoming more groggy caused by the tape as you tried to crawl away. Before you could, Yeonjun fisted your hair and you widen your eyes as he pulled your head and smashed your face onto the surface of the school building's wall, your nose bleeding, assuming it already was broken.

Too weak to even move even more, you lay limply in his hold as you felt them begin to assault your face, throwing blows after blows, stopping after finally realizing how fucked up you already looked. Stop, please. I have to go to grandpa's. His medicine. You thought before you felt one of them step on your knee, a loud crack resonated through the whole area as you whined and looked at it, looking away as blood trickled down your feet, your bone sticking out as you cried harder.

"Fuck, why did you do that?!" Yeonjun shouted as he pulled his friend away rather harshly who was still smiling proudly at what he did before looking at Yeonjun who was staring at your broken leg, cringing.

"Because I felt like it."

"You fucking dumbass. If we end up killing him, you're the one to blame. Let's go," he stated before taking one last glance at your beat-up figure, all bruises and blood as you lay there, can't move nor able to stand as you felt yourself succumb to the darkness, closing your eyes and finally fell into a slumber, the tape still on your mouth.

The six hooligans ran away immediately, fleeing the scene as they cursed. Smiling and shouting victoriously at what they did before moving towards the school gates.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu, who has your bag in his hold, frowned as he looked at his watch. He woke up from his small nap with no signs of you beside him and he was a bit mad. He just presumed you went to the bathroom but it's already past 5 pm and the sun's already setting. "He was never this late. Where could he be? I told him I should—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he stepped back a little as he watched 6 boys rushed away while laughing and cursing, punching the other's back as they scoffed and talked about what they did, Beomgyu's eyes travelling to a certain pink-haired male, glaring at his back before looking back down at his watch. He waited a little more as he adjusted the tie on his hair and sighed, sitting down on a chair.

It was already beginning to get dark and you still haven't showed up. The whole school was probably already silent with no students left except him and probably you. Who knows where you could have been. "I should just wait a bit more. Maybe he's off doing something and probably got distracted. Or maybe he fell asleep. Agh, I should just look for him."

Beomgyu brushed his pants and hoisted up both your bag and his on his shoulder before finally deciding to look for you with pursed lips. "It's already getting dark. Where the hell is he? It's cold every night," he stated, deciding to shout out your name to find you. He cleared his throt and placed his hand s on both corners of his mouth to amplify his voice before shouting, "M/N! M/N, buddy! Where are you? If you can hear my voice, come here this instant."

Having no replies from you, he sighed as he stopped in his tracks somewhere near the cherry blossom tree, giving up hope as he turned around, but furrowed his eyes as he saw a familiar drawing pad, down on the ground as it laid face up. "Huh, I've seen this before," he stated as he picked it up before he noticed your handwriting and gasped as he looked side to side. "Shit, M/N!" He shouted as he frantically tried looking for you. Those delinquents were from here in this direction and he was sure of that. No, please don't. He thought as tears trickled down his tears, attempting to find you as he ran in a hurry. "M/N! M/N! Shit, I won't forgive myself if I find you dead. M/N! BUDDY! M/N!"

Unfortunately, while he was shouting and running around, a guard had stopped him. "It's already closing time. Where're you going?" The guard asked as he stopped Beomgyu who tried to catch his breath as tears dropped down his eyes, a melancholic emotion blooming in his heart as he looked at the guard desperately.

"Sir, my friend is still here and he was beat up by delinquents, well I presume he has," he stated with a shaky voice before he began crying out loud again.

"What?! Those stupid vermins. Let's look for your friend," the guard said as they walked towards a dark part of the school, somewhere behind the back of the school. There were still no signs of you, making Beomgyu cry harder when he couldn't see you, not any trace. The guard and Beomgyu rounded a corner and your best friend was looking back when he heard the guard gasp. "Holy crap! Is that your friend over there?!"

Beomgyu snapped his head towards the guard and widened his eyes in shock as he saw your bloody figure, laying down on the ground as if you were left for dead. "M/N!" He screamed, wanting to shake you awake but he couldn't, knowing you had a broken arm and knee. "Those fucking assholes! I'm gonna kill them!" Beomgyu shouted as he looked at your almost lifeless figure before the guard got his phone and called for an ambulance at the nearby hospital.

He held your free hand, seeing how your right arm and right leg was broken, he couldn't believe it. How you ended up in this state, no, how they made you end up in this state. Luckily, the ambulance had arrived quickly than expected and you were brought inside the ambulance on a stretcher.

Beomgyu, whose vest was now covered in your blood, was crying so hard as he looked at your wrist, seeing Yeonjun's initials in yours. He beat up his own soulmate? That motherfucker! Beomgyu thought as he gritted his teeth in anger. The whole trip, he was killing Yeonjun in his mind and thinking of ideas on how to kill that pink-haired idiot.

-----

You opened your eyes softly as you felt your wrist and leg elevated, supported and casted before you looked at your side, Beomgyu sleeping on the bed making you smile before you tapoed his head. The boy slowly got up and yawned before he stopped and widened his eyes as you smiled at him.

"M/N! Oh my god! You're awake. Nurse!" Beomgyu shouted, calling for a nurse. Seconds later, a doctor and nurses came inside your room, asking you questions, which you answered with sign while Beomgyu translated, relief evident on his face when he found out you were okay besides your fractured bones, injured face, and bruised-up stomach.

How long was I asleep? You asked the other who counted a little before snapping his fingers.

"Three days? I think," Beomgyu answered before you gasped at the realization that you've left your grandfather for three days and looked at the other who smiled at you assuringly. "Don't worry, M/N. Your grandpa's safe. I took good care of him. I told you you were away for a while and he didn't suspect a thing. I didn't tell him what kind of state you're in since it might shock him," he stated before you smiled widely at him and sighed in relief. "You've lost a lot of blood so I decided to donate mine to you since mine was compatible with yours."

You nodded before you wrote something on your pad though you found it hard so you looked at him. I'm sorry. I should've told you where I was going. You signed as you watched the other chuckle, making you do the same as he held your uninjured hand, squeezing it tightly.

"It's fine, M/N. You have your own freedom. So, I bought this thing," he stated as he got a box and you looked at it with a raised brow. "It's an alarm thingy," he stated and got the box open as he took the things from the package. "When you press this," he pressed on one part and the other began blaring, "it'll alarm me if you are in trouble."

Wow, you're right! It's wonderful, Beomgyu. Thank you. You signed as you grabbed the other one and Beomgyu smiled as he patted your head.

"Of course," he answered before the nurse entered and placed your food on the movable tray. You pouted at that and Beomgyu noticed which made him chuckle. "I know, you don't like hospital food so I've already ordered takeout minutes ago. It should arrive soon."

You smiled widely at the other who waited for your food to arrive before he started eating. You tapped on his shoulder which made the other look at you with a smile and raised brows. Can you change the bandages? It's getting uncomfortable. You signed at the other who mumbled a small 'of course' as he got the kit the nurse's gave him.

He removed your old bandages and frowned once he saw your state. "Yeonjun, that guy. I'm gonna kill him. I swear. Your stomach's even bruised up! Luckily, there wasn't anyhting major about it. For the bills, don't worry about it. I've already paid for it."

What? Beomgyu, you didn't have to. You signed at the other who patched up your wounds.

"I had to," he answered shortly before you heard his ringing, probably the takeout. Upon the food's arrival, you two finally ate, conversing once in a while or Beomgyu just being Beomgyu as he told you jokes. You were really happy that he was with you.

Beomgyu, do you think, you signed before pausing with a sigh, my soulmate will ever like me? You asked the other who smiled sadly before before nodding, making you smile widely as you let out a small chuckle.

"He will, M/N. He just needs to get his mind out of the gutter," Beomgyu answered as he subtly clenched his fists.

-----

The next week, you were finally discharged from the hospital and you were more than glad to be finally back to school with Beomgyu. "I told you to stay at my friend's house. He'd be more than happy to let you stay," he stated with a frown before you looked up at him.

Why can't I stay at yours? You joked but Beomgyu tensed before letting out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of his nape. "Ah ha, well, my parents don't really like me bringing friends over," he lied. You saw through it yet you just decided to leave it be.

You just nodded at him with no suspicion and walked towards the direction to both your classrooms when Beomgyu suddenly remembered something. "Ah, right. I forgot something. You can go ahead. I'll just go get something back at the gym lockers."

You smiled at the other assuringly as Beomgyu walked the other direction. You sighed and gripped on your stilt as you walked up the stairs, a teacher helping you before you bowed to them as a sign of gratitude. As you arrived, you suddenly felt your wrist sting. Yeonjun's here. You thought.

You looked up and you were right, he was there. You smiled widely as you watched Yeonjun stand, alone in an empty classroom's door frame, scrolling about on his phone as he chewed on a gum. You sighed as you neared him. Maybe he only bullied me because he didn't know I was his soulmate, although I already showed my wrist. Maybe he didn't see it.

I'll go tell him. Maybe he'll understand. You thought as you neared him. You used your free hand to get your drawing pad before adjusting your stilt, and tapped his shoulder. Yeonjun groaned and looked at you with a pissed look. He looked a bit guilty at your state but he ignored the feeling as he scoffed. "What?"

You wrote something on your drawing pad as you steadied yourself on your uninjured leg before you smiled up at him and showed him what you had written on your drawing pad that made Yeonjun flare up in anger.

You're my soulmate.

"The fuck?!" Yeonjun shouted wildly, catching the attention of many including you who flinched as you watched Yeonjun throw the pad away from your hands. "You are not my soulmate! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He shouted hard as you cowered in fear. Hearing his outburst, students began to walk away, making you try to walk away as well but you winced when he held your broken arm harshly. "Huh? You a whore or something."

You shook your head and looked down at your feet, not noticing how Yeonjun raised his hand to slap you hard, using his backhand to slap you on your cheek. You accidentally held your cheek with your free hand, your stilt falling down on the ground as you instinctively put pressure on your broken leg, making you wince and drop down towards the floor, your butt hitting the cold tiles while your back on the locker. You hissed as you placed your free hand on your bum, carressing it because of the pain.

"What?! You want to be fucking punched again?! YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! YOU ARE NOT MY SOULMATE!" He stated as he began kicking your healing stomach while you wheezed and tried to catch some air before you shakily pressed the button with your free hand. Since Beomgyu knew where you were, he immediately went upstairs and punched Yeonjun on the face, seething with anger as he knelt down to you, grabbing your stilt and looked up at Yeonjun.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you bastard?!" Beomgyu shouted at the male as he helped you up and steadied yourself with the stilt that made you sigh in relief.

You wanted to sign somwthing to Beomgyu but you stopped when you heard the next words that escaped Yeonjun's lips. "You're as worthless as a dumbass worm. If you think I'll accept this, I won't. I'm fucking rejecting you."

You felt your heart break as you watched him walk away, tears falling down your eyes as you watched his form disappear. Beomgyu sighed as he held you close and patted your back. "I'm so sorry, M/N. I shouldn't have left you on your own."

That same day, during the night, you were on your bed, waiting to let the slumber take you but it seems like sleep has other plans. I want to die. What purpose do I still even have in this world? You thought before an image of a smiling Beomgyu flashed in his mind. You sighed as you looked at your grandpa who was peacefully sleeping. Right. Beomgyu and grandpa.

Your grandpa already knew about your situation but he took it a bit easier than you thought. You sat up slowly, not wanting to hurt your injured leg as you stared at the window. Will I...live without my soulmate? I want to go away. You thought as you unexpectedly cried yourself to sleep, thinking of Yeonjun.

That night, you had a dream. A dream where you were inside a cage, entertaining people as they laugh. In that dream you could finally talk as they smiled at you singing, doing speeches, everything! In this dream, you were doing things that you couldn't in real life, even getting married to Yeonjun.

For weeks, you've wanted to stay away from Yeonjun because you knew nothing good will happen, convincing him that you really were his soulmate will not benefit you two. "Hey," Beomgyu called your attention as he walked beside you, smiling widely before you adjusted your stilt and arm sling.

Hey, Gyu. You signed towards the other who immediately helped you out, signing a small thank you towards the other who nodded. Do we have any kind of activities this morning?

"Yep. P.E but since you're still injured, it's safe to assume that you won't be participating in the activities," Beomgyu stated as he helped you climb the steps, muttering 'careful's as he did. "Ugh, Yeonjun is such a jerk."

Leave him be, Beomgyu. If he doesn't want me, then let it be because if I were him, I think—

"Don't even finish that, M/N. It's not about you, it's totally on Yeonjun who's being such a stupid prick. Believe me, if I could, I'd change your soulmate with someone who'd love you as much as your grandfather," Beomgyu stated as you two finally arrived at your classroom. "Please don't do this to yourslef, bringing yourself down, I mean."

Yeah. Thank you, Beomgyu. I needed that. You signed towards the other who smiled and nodded.

Months have passed and you were finally healed from your injuries, Beomgyu couldn't be happier to see you in an even great shape. He'd love seeing you without stilts and an arm sling because he feels so guilty. You were seated in your chair, waiting for Beomgyu to arrive back from the gym lockers but he still hasn't arrived. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you stood up from your seat and though that you should go to Beomgyu instead.

As you walked towards the room's door, you were shocked when Beomgyu arrived suddenly, stopping you. "Don't," he stated as he stretched his arms, preventing you from going outisde the room. You raised a brow before letting out a small sigh.

I'll be fine, Gyu. I'm just gonna go get something in my locker. You signed towards the other when you were in fact really gonna pee yet Beomgyu didn't need to know that. Beomgyu persisted as he tired to push you away the door but you were as stubborn as a ram. You crossed your arms and tickled the other who began laughing.

Before Beomgyu could even speak, you walked out with a huge smile, your happy emotion disappearing as it turned into a sad one as you saw posters of Yeonjun dating this girl. You stared at it in bewilderment before you sighed. "Hey, isn't he that fag who told Yeonjun he was his soulmate? Dirty faggot," one girl said.

"Yeonjun won't ever date a gay like you!"

"That's enough!" Beomgyu shouted before he looked back at you then sighed. "See? I told you to stay inside. Now, look what's happened," he stated sternly before you glared at him and turned your back towards him, ignoring his calls. You let out a shaky breath before looking down at the ground and walked towards the bathroom, hearing a chorus of 'I'm jealous'es and 'what a lucky girl's.

You looked down at your wrist and saw how Yeonjun's initials still appeared there, although it was lightly fading. He rejected me easily. Guess he's finally found someone, huh? You thought before letting out a breath through your nose and got inside the comfort room, occupying one cubicle.

You were already pulling your pants up and hooking your belt when you heard footsteps. Who could those be? You thought and just as you finished, you heard someone entering the comfort room. Oh no, not just one. It was probably two or three. "Yeonjun, what the hell?!"

"What do you want this time, Beomgyu?" You heard Yeonjun answer with a gruff voice. So, they do know each other. You thought before you planned to exit but the next words that you heard, coming from Beomgyu, made you stop.

"I know I told you to reject M/N if he ever confesses his feelings to  you because I like him but that was because I still didn't know he was your soulmate."

The revelation made you tear up as you lifted your feet to the toilet and bit your bottom lip in anxiety. The feeling of a familiar turmoil formed inside you as you held back your gasps. "Whatever. I would've still rejected him eitherway. He's fucking mute. I can't marry a mute person, that'll ruin my image."

"Who gives a fuck, Yeonjun?! He's not mute! He has selective mutism, but even if he was completely mute, you should still be by his side! If you don't accept him, he'll live alone forever!" Beomgyu shouted at Yeonjun, trying to knock some sense to the latter who just scoffed as he neared the shorter male.

"Just be honest with me, lil bro," Yeonjun stated with a mocking tone. They're brothers? No wonder. You thought as you began to fiddle with your own fingers. "You know that if I marry M/N, it'll ruin my image. Which means you'll be the one to inherit dad's company. Isn't that it?" Yeonjun stated before you heard Beomgyu let out a growl.

You gasped on the inside and felt your lips wobble as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. You held your lips to silence your sobs as you listened carefully. Deny it, Gyu. Please deny it. You thought but only heard silence from Beomgyu. At this point, do I even have a reason to live? My best friend's turning his back on me, my soulmate rejected me, and no one loves me except grandpa. This world is such a cruel place.

Just because I'm selectively mute, that doesn't mean I can ruin your image. I can be tough, too. You thought as you wiped your tears away and stood up before finally opening the cubicle's door, shocking both Beomgyu and Yeonjun who stared at you as you headed towards the faucet, washing your hands and dried them before smiling sadly at the two, exiting the comfort room without hesitation.

You could see how Beomgyu was shocked and nervous as he stared at you, his legs quivered, and so did his hands. On the other hand, Yeonjun just glared at you as he sneered and rolled his eye dismissively.

You walked outisde of the confort room and just followed wherever your feet took you, which happens to be the rooftop where you and Beomgyu used to hang out every lunch period. Arriving by the door, you opened the door and closed it behind you as you walked towrds a particular area.

You could feel your lips wobble before you began crying, loud cries and hurt wails emitting from your mouth as you sat at a corner and poured your heart out, tears falling down your eyes as you did.

The hurt that was lingering in your heart was too much. First, you were rejected by your soulmate. Second, your best friend betrayed you, and lastly, everyone seems to not like you. The person you thought will be always there for you...is also gone. Unexpectedly, you fell asleep due to the tiredness and decided to stay there the whole night until it was early morning.

No one will probably look for me anyway. You thought as you closed your eyes. Hours later, you woke up, uncomfortable with the position you're in. You let out a sigh as you tried to find a better sleeping angle before you heard the door squeaked open.

You looked at who entered and immediately flinched as you saw it was Yeonjun. You wanted to run away but the thought of Yeonjun punching you to death if he saw you kept you there where you were seated. You hid and hugged yourself due to the cold wind as you watched Yeonjun walk towards the edge of the rooftop.

You saw him lit a cigar before he stood at the top and let the wind hit him, his unbuttoned polo flowing and so was his pink-dyed hair. As you stared at him, you couldn't help but think that he looked so handsome, especially since his porcelain-like skin glowed in the moon's light.

He huffed some smoke from the cigarette before he pulled it away from his mouth with his middle and index finger, sticking it in between, before puffing out the smoke, doing that a few more times before he sighed. Yeonjun took his white polo off and placed his hands on his waist before he threw away the cancer stick on the floor, stepping on the lit part and screamed loudly, as if he was frustrated, making you cover your ears.

"I HATE MY LIFE! I HATE IT HERE! I JUST WANT TO LIVE NORMALLY," he screamed before he took steps forward, making you panic as you slowly stood up and watched as he took one more step and dropped himself off the edge.

On instinct, you ran towards him before he could fall anymore further. Luckily, you were able to reach him and caught him by his wrist, struggling and gritting your teeth as you let out a small 'agh'. Yeonjun looked up and saw you as tears trickled down his eyes, his vision getting normal, getting able to see your struggling figure to pull him up, tears falling down your face as well as you mouthed him a 'hold on'. Yeonjun watched as you tried to pull him up but he tried to let go of your arm, and everytime he did, you shook your head vigorously as you held his arm more tightly.

Yeonjun smiled sadly as he watched you shine against the moonlight. "Don't cry," he stated but you just continued to cry as you tried to pull him up. You looked at his wrist, your heart hopping in happiness as you saw your initials. You smiled sadly before you looked at Yeonjun.

You'll be safe. I promise. You mouthed at the other who just looked down before looking back up at you. Suddenly, Yeonjun felt himself on top of the rooftop with a small 'oof' but something was wrong, he notice that you disappeared. You pulled him up successfully but you...and then realization struck him as he looked down over the edge and saw you falling. "NO!" He shouted as he stretched his hand out, as if he could still reach you.

You slowly closed your eyes before you felt yourself hit the ground, your eyes closing as you succumbed to the darkness. At least, I managed to save him. You thought before you smiled sadly and a tear escaped your eyes, taking your last breath.

-----

Yeonjun was wearing his green suit and his, now, black hair was slicked back with some wax as he held the bouquet of flowers in his hand, tears escaping his eyes at the words. Here lies: L/N M/N.

Knowing about your death, Beomgyu was devastated and blamed it all to himself as he cried his heart out that same night. Yeonjun felt bad to hear how Beomgyu wailed inside his own room, even more when Yeonjun found out how you were only living with your grandpa.

Feeling guilty, he decided to take care of your grandfather who still was breathing to this day. Yeonjun stood by your grave and placed the flowers down before he knelt down, smiling sadly. Ten years had already passed and he was now a succesful businessman who inherited his and Beomgyu's dad's company. "You didn't have to save me. I was really mean to you so..why did you?" He muttered as he began sobbing again. "I don't deserve you."

"I made your whole life miserable so why have you decided to sacrifice your life for me? I'm not worth it, M/N," he stated as he began sobbing, loud cries emitted from him. "How could I even hurt you? No, why did I even hurt you? You were my soulmate.."

He stated before looking down at his wrist where your initials were displayed, slowly fading as years go by. Yeonjun sniffed before placing a hand on the marble stone. "I-I...I made a mistake. I guess I was very selfish and only thought of myself only. If I could turn back time, I will make sure to treat you well and no one can ever hurt you."

Yeonjun smiled before he got up and was called by his secretary. "Sir, I believe we have a meeting—sir?" Yeonjun suddenly felt dizzy as he placed a hand on his head, his sense of direction losing before he fell down the floor with a thud. "Sir Choi!"

The next day, Yeonjun awoke to the loud blaring of his alarm. The male sighed as he quietly opened his eyes and yawned, scratching the back of his neck. As he did, he realized something wrong. Yeonjun looked down on his bed and widened his eyes, he was shocked to see himself in his old bed. "What the hell am I doing here?" He stated before he moved towards his vanity table and saw his younger self in the mirror, the 'pink-dyed hair' him. "What the hell? Why did I go back to—this must be a dream."

Yeonjun widened his eyes as he looked at his uniform that was on his desk, the blue vest and the black tie, his white button-up long sleeves. This has to be dream...or is it possible that I might have went back in time? Yeonjun thought as he carressed his flawless face, admiring it before Beomgyu suddenly entered the room which made the pinkette jump in shock. "Yeonj, we—oh my god. Put some clothes on. Just wanted to say, I have a friend to pick up," his brother stated as he saw how Yeonjun was only wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

Yeonjun stopped whatever he was doing and looked at Beomgyu who was already wearing his uniform. If he's wearing his uniform, still talking to me, and calling me by that nickname then I must really have went back in time. Yeonjun thought before Beomgyu's words finally got to his mind. "Friend? Which friend? You have a lot of friends," he asked his brother who sighed heavily before leaning on the door frame.

"You know, that selectively mute guy you and your friends almost killed last month..M/N? Ring a bell?" Beomgyu rolled his eyes with gritted teeth before placing his hands on his waist. "Go wash up and take a bath. I'll pick up M/N. You're going with dad," he stated with a small glare before Yeonjun stopped him.

"Wait, Beomgyu," he stated, the other halting his movements and looked back at Yeonjun who was now smiling from ear to ear, making Beomgyu look at him weirdly as he rubbed his eyes. If M/N was injured a month ago, then that means he still knows me as his soulmate. Yeonjun thought. "I'll pick him up."

"Haha. You're insane," Beomgyu stated sarcastically before he watched Yeonjun frown as he slumped his shoulders, looking down at the ground. He looked at Beomgyu with pity eyes, before sighing in defeat. "No way, Yeonjun. The last time he was left with you, you almost beat him to a pulp. Oh wait, no. He almost died!" Beomgyu exclaimed, nose fuming with anger.

"C'mon, I'm already putting on the most perfect puppy eyes right here. Please?" Yeonjun stated yet the other just shook his head. "But he's my soulmate!" Hearing that, Beomgyu widened his eyes, opening his mouth to say something but closed it back. This was the first time Yeonjun ever accepted you as his soulmate.

"No," Beomgyu stated sternly.

"But I already gave you a reaon, an enough reason why I should pick him up," the older Choi stated before he grabbed his bathroom things and pointed at Beomgyu. "You are going with dad. I'll be using the car and I'll be the one to drive M/N to school."

"Right. You don't even know where his house is," Beomgyu stated as he crossed his arms, raising a brow at Yeonjun as if to challenge him. Yeonjun looked at his younger brother with a pleading look, making him sigh in defeat. "Okay. Fine, I'll send you the address but if I find out you beat him up, I won't hesitate to choke you to death."

Yeonjun nodded as he finally went to the bathroom and took a bath, making sure to use every bit of the vanilla-scented liquid bath soap, just to make sure he'll smell good. After, he dried himself and immediately exited the bathroom to finally change into his uniform. This time, I'll make sure that you will never ever leave my side. Yeonjun thought as he studied himself in his body mirror, forgetting to even brush his dry hair. He got his bag and walked outside of his bedroom before walking downstairs, towards the kitchen. "Mornin', mom, dad. I'm driving the other car."

"You seem quite excited," Mr. Choi said as he smiled at his son who hastily placed butter on his toast and placed in on his mouth before going towards the door where his shoes were. "Don't forget about the meeting later."

After putting in his shoes, he hoisted his bag onto his shoulders then grabbed the toast as he looked at his father. "Can I bring a plus one?" Yeonjun asked with a wide smile, his mother chuckling before his father raised a brow in confusion. "I want to introduce him to the family."

"Oh? Your soulmate?" His father asked which made Yeonjun nod as an answer. "I suppose you can, son."

"Great!"

Beomgyu could only stare at his older brother's retreating figure in shock. "Does he have loose bolts in his mind?"

Yeonjun grabbed the keys and got a white lamborghini that was squeaky clean. His father always wants them clean. He unlocked the car before getting in the driver's seat, his phone dinged as he did. Yeonjun looked at it and saw that it was Beomgyu who sent your address. Yeonjun smiled before he placed his phone on the phone holder and drove towards your place while listening to Ed Sheeran's 'Perfect'.

Upon arriving at your address, he watched as you stood by your front porch and holding your pad, looking at the ground, kicking some pebbles or just pouting as you held onto your pad tightly. Yeonjun smiled, chuckling at how cute you looked. Why did I even hate him? He didn't deserve it. I wil make things right this time. The pinkette thought as he exited the car and walked towards you with a wide smile.

You were in your own world, thinking of anything you've missed for school when suddenly you saw two pair of shoes stop in front of you and it was really familiar. You looked up and widened your eyes as you stood in front of him, frozen in place as you shivered in fear. You were about to walk away but Yeonjun held your hand softly, making you look at it before looking up at his eyes. "You held my hand like this. You wanted to save me desperately."

You tilted your head in confusion as you watched him smile down at you, genuinely. You took his hand from him and was about to write but he stopped you. "I can understand sign language," he stated. Well, that certainly shocked you. Those sign language lessons have finally paid off. Yeonjun thought.

You stopped as you looked at Yeonjun in bewilderment. What are you doing here? You signed at the other who hummed before pointing at his car with his thumb, your head tilting to the side to see the lamborghini.

"I'm picking you up," Yeonjun answered before you furrowed your brows at him, finding him a bit suspiscious.

That's very not like you. You're gonna beat me up, are you? You signed at the older and saw how Yeonjun's face turned angry, making you panic as you signed, Sorry. I didn't mean anything.

"No, no. I'm not angry at you. I'm just mad at myself that I tried to—wait," Yeonjun stated before he slowly took your hand and looked at your wrist, turning it. You blushed hard as you looked away. "C.YJ. That's me, right? That's good."

You looked at him and saw how he raised his wrist and showed it to you, your initials written on it. "We're soulmates, M/N. This time, I'll make sure everything turns right. I won't ever let anyone hurt you."

You wondered what he meant but shrugged it off before hugging him tightly. You heard him chuckle as he patted your head, making you smile as he hugged you close as well.

-----

Currently, you were joining the Chois for dinner in a somewhat fancy restaurant. You looked at Yeonjun and tapped his shoulder, making him look at you with a smile. "Is there something wrong, M/N? Are you not hungry?"

You shook your head before sighing. No, but this place is too expensive. You wanted to continue but a familiar voice had caught your attention, you looked back and saw Beomgyu. Beomgyu? You and Yeonjun...are brothers? Is that why you never wanted me to visit?

Beomgyu sighed before nodding. "Yep. I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

It's not a bad thing, Gyu. If anything, I like it. I get to spend time with both you and Yeonjun. You signed at Beomgyu who just chuckled as he ruffled your hair.

"I don't see why not but Yeonjun-hyung hates sharing," the other stated as he ruffled your hair and sat in front of you two, beside their parents that smiled at you as they waited for the food.

"M/N, was it?" Mrs. Choi stated before you nodded with a shy smile, making Mrs. Choi giggle. "He's not much of a talker, is he?"

You held onto Yeonjun's hand before he squeezed it lightly to assure you that everything will be okay. "He has selective mutism," he explained towards his parents who sat there in shock as they stared at Yeonjun. "I know, I know. But I'm still marrying him, whether you like it or not. You can let Beomgyu inherit the company for all I care because right now, M/N's my top one priority."

Hearing that, you blushed hard as you looked down at the table. "It's not like that, honey. We were just...shocked, really. I'm pretty sure your grandparents won't like this but we don't want to take your happiness away. We'll figure things out. I'm proud of you, Yeonjun," Mrs. Choi stated as the food arrived.

While eating, you all engaged in a conversation once in a while "Do you live alone, M/N?" Mr. Choi asked you before you nodded and Mr. Choi looked at Yeonjun. "Well, do you want him to live with you, son?"

Blushing madly, you shook your head at Yeonjun who chuckled before looking at you. You don't need to, Yeonjun. I'm capable on my own. You signed before you smiled sadly at your soulmate. Besides, I still have to get some money from my aunts so I can pay for grandpa's hospital bills. You signed, all the while Beomgyu translated.

"In that case, we'll pay for the expenses, dear," Mrs. Choi said before you widened your eyes in shock at the offer. You bit your bottom lip before Mrs. Choi held your free hand. "Don't worry, dear. You're already a family. If you ever need something, just call us, okay?"

You held Yeonjun's arm and nodded, Mrs. Choi cooing at how cute you two were. They all began to eat their food, Yeonjun being unusually clingy towards you, you telling your life story while Beomgyu translated, and all in all. It was a great day.

The following days, Yeonjun has always been with you everytime, even going as far as to change seats with Beomgyu  and change his schedule to be the same as yours just so he could always see your handsome face. Every day, he'd be with you during lunch, bring you snacks and would take you out to the theater to watch movies every weekend or just plain coffee date if you two had school works.

When he has free time, he also helps you with your selective mutism. He'd help you to be able to speak but the only word you have uttered for now was your soulmate's name and hearing your voice was music to Yeonjun's ears who became quite eager to hear your voice again even if you were still stuttering.

It had already been months and both your grandfather and Yeonjun's family had known you, although they hated you at first, they eventually fell in love with your kind personality and shy self.

Currently, you two were at your classroom, everyone doing nothing as they gossiped and just slept. As for you, you were drawing something on your pad with light strokes and just a pencil. Yeonjun had you sitted on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin placed on your shoulder as he watched you draw.

"M/N.."

"M/N-ah.."

"L/N M/N. Yah!"

"M/N~"

"M/N-ie~. My baby~"

Those were one of the few ways he'd love to call your name. But usually, he always calls you 'handsome' or 'baby' which always leaves you a flustered mess which Yeonjun always loved to see. Everyone had noticed his change and they didn't know he also had a soft side, especially for you when he hated you the most just a months ago.

You've been calling me nonstop, Junie. Do you need something? You signed as you looked at Yeonjun and kissed his cheek before you went back to your pad and smiled once the other whined as he made kissing sounds, wanting you to kiss his lips.

"Aw c'mon, M/N! Kiss me on the lips too, please. I'm M/N deprived," he answered with a slight groan before you chuckled and stood up from his lap, much to Yeonjun's disappointment. You sat on your own seat and looked at your soulmate as he pushed his chair towards you and placed his head on your shoulder, watching you polish your drawing and stuffs. "Is that me?" You nodded as an answer and jolted when Yeonjun suddenly kissed your cheek. "What? We're already dating anyway. Plus, you also kissed me and we'll be doing this often in my room, house, and in the future, my office desk."

He laughed before he held your hand and exited the classroom, taking you to the rooftop where it was very sunny. You smiled as you basked in the sunlight before Yeonjun started. "M/N, I'm sorry about the things I've done to you  It's probably unforgivable so I'm taking my all to make up for it."

Yeonjun, I told you. I already forgave you when you apologized to me last, last month. You signed before giggling and hugged his waist.

"It may sound crazy but...this was the day I rejected you as my soulmate back then," Yeonjun stated, making you perk up as you raised a brow in confusion. "Yeah, long story short, you died saving me. And I thought that I didn't deserve you. M/N, I'm really sorry," he stated as tears began flowing down his cheeks like a waterfall.

You held his cheeks and wiped away his tears with your thumb. You kissed his eyes, making the other chuckle before you pulled your hands back and smiled. I may not understand what you just said but Yeonjun, trust me when I say you're worth saving. You signed before Yeonjun sighed and held your cheeks in his palms, pulling you close before he kissed your lips and brought you into his hold, making you kiss back as you smiled into the kiss. Yeonjun pulled away and connected your foreheads together as he chuckled. 

"I-I l-love y-y-you, Yeonjunie," you managed to say before smiling widely at the othermale who pecked your lips, making you giggle before Yeonjun pulled you close into an embrace.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you ever. And this time, I'll be the one to save you and protect you, my angel," he whispered before kissing your lips once again.

[star-suh]

Choi Yeonjun

cream pies

[hynzsn]

💭 HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY’RE NEEDY ★

☆ txt x male reader

-> OT5 x boyfriend!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff, headcanons

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₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHOI YEONJUN ꒱ ˚₊

— king of playful neediness. he’s not afraid to be direct.

— loves physical touch -> lots of clinging, cuddles, and demands for kisses

— sends you a barrage of pouty seflies when you’re not giving him attention

📱 -> from junnie 🧡: [4 photo attachments] baaabe, i miss you 🥺

— calls you to dramatically sigh into the phone

— shows up at your place unannounced with your favorite takeout

-> “feed me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.

— can’t be away from you, not even for 5 seconds whenever he’s in your presence

-> you’re engrossed in a game, controller gripped tight, when you feel a shift on the couch. yeonjun drapes himself over your back, arms snaking around your waist. "babeee," he whines, voice muffled by your shirt. "pay attention to me." "jun, i’m in the middle of something," you chuckle, trying to focus on the screen. he nuzzles his face into your neck, placing a trail of kisses along your jaw. "something much more handsome is right here." you can't help but laugh, turning in his arms to meet his gaze. "you’re such a dork," you say, but the fondness in your voice is evident. "your dork," he corrects, pulling you in for a kiss. "now, where were we?"

— steals your hoodies and wears them around the dorm

— he’d call you during his break from practice, voice breathless and full of excitement as he recounts the choreography. but then he'd pause, a softer tone taking over -> "i miss you," he'd admit, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "wish you were here to see this in person."

— sends you thirst traps at random times in the day

📱 -> from junnie 🧡: [50 photo attachments] oops, my hand slipped and i accidentally took 50 photos of my abs… thoughts?

— gets needier after performances, craving validation. calls you immediately after getting off stage -> “did you see that? was i cool? tell me i was cool."

— becomes surprisingly shy and flustered when overwhelmed with feelings -> mumbles into your shoulder, “you’re just... really fucking important to me, okay?"

— gets needier when he's feeling insecure about his skills. asks for your opinion on every little thing -> “does this hand movement look okay? should i change it?"

— expresses affection through nicknames and pet names. cycles through increasingly ridiculous terms of endearment -> “hey there, my little cutie snuggle muffin~" “what’s my sweet honey bunny doing tonight?” “my little sugary dumpling.”

— gets dramatically pouty when you have to leave. he will cling to your leg like his life depends on it -> “noooo, don't go! i’ll wither away without you!"

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHOI SOOBIN ꒱ ˚₊

— prone to quite neediness -> gives you those big sad eyes and lets his actions do all the talking

— craves your attention but doesn’t actually know how ask for it directly

— expects you to know what he wants by the way he looks at you

— loves quality time -> lots of movie nights, cooking disasters, and quiet evenings spent just enjoying each other’s company

— follows you around like a lost puppy

— bcomes unexpectedly clingy in public. he’ll hold your hand or links arms everywhere, even in crowded places -> “i might get lost without you.”

— sends you cute, slightly awkward texts throughout the day, hinting at his need for your presence.

📱 -> from soobie boobie 🤍: what are you up to? :) just thinking about you and wanted to say hi.

— backhug attacks when you’re doing chores. uses his height to his advantage when seeking attention. rests his chin on your head, back-hugging you -> “this is my new favorite position. don’t move."

— gets extra clingy when he’s stressed or tired

— unbeknownst to him, he pouts adorably whenever you try to get up in the morning -> pulls you back down to lay with him

-> “can’t we just stay in bed all day?” he mumbles into your neck before leaving little kisses. “five more minutes. please?”

— always wants to be the little spoon

— he’d call you late at night, voice low and soothing as he tells you about his day. he wouldn't explicitly ask you to stay on the line, but the way he lingers on your every word, the soft sighs that escape him, speak volumes.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHOI BEOMGYU ꒱ ˚₊

— chaotic, and needy type -> becomes playful, extra loud and way too hyper

— has absolutely no chill when he wants attention

— spams your phone with increasingly ridiculous selfies until you respond

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: day 37 of being ignored: i’ve befriended the dust bunnies under my bed. they understand me."

— spam calls you with dumb jokes until you pay attention to him

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: ya! stop ignoring me and love meee!

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: babe

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: hey

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: hey hey hey

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: answer meee!! i’m bored :(

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: wanna hear a joke?

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: what do you call a fake noodle?

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: an impasta!!!! hahaha

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: come on that was funny

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: fine, be that way.

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: i miss youuuuu

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: [photo attachment] dressed up for you today, loveee! bet you wanna come over and smother me in kisses 👀

— starts play fighting with you out of nowhere

— steals your phone to make you chase him

— leaves a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom

— flops dramatically onto the bed or couch, “i’m dying of loneliness!”

— sends you memes at 3am

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: u up?

📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: [6 photo attachments] found these in my camera roll. guess my fav?

— whines dramatically whenever you have to leave

— surprises you with impromptu dance performances

— becomes a human octopus when he's feeling clingy. wraps himself around you like a koala -> “i’m not letting go until you promise to love me forever!"

— invents elaborate schemes to spend time with you. shows up at your place in a trench coat -> “i’m a secret agent and you're my new partner. our mission? date night."

— gets extra bratty and playful when he's craving affection. will start a pillow fight out of nowhere -> “fight me, coward! the winner gets unlimited kisses!"

— sends you voice messages of him dramatically singing love songs

[03:00 AM] 📱 -> from b-bear 🤎: [audio note] *clicks play* “AND IIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUU”

— becomes ridiculously competitive for your attention. challenges other members -> “bet i can make y/n laugh harder than you can!"

— uses his aegyo powers shamelessly when he's feeling needy -> pouts and bats his eyelashes: "pwease give beomie some wuv? 🥺👉👈"

— resorts to terrible puns and dad jokes to make you smile -> "are you a parking ticket? because you've got FINE written all over you! ...love me please."

— bombards you with random questions when he misses you -> "if you were a potato, what kind would you be? i think you'd be a sweet potato. because you're sweet. and i like you. a lot."

— instigates playful arguments just for the banter -> “fight me on this: cereal is a soup. i will die on this hill... unless you distract me with cuddles."

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕KANG TAEHYUN ꒱ ˚₊

— the tsundere of neediness… at least in his mind he is

— acts aloof at first but the second you pull away, he’s right back by your side, grumbling about how clingy you are

— loves acts of service -> surprise him with his favorite meal, or a back massage after a long day

📱 -> from taetae 💕: i’m not saying i miss you or anything… but what are you doing right now?

— casually invites himself over to your place

-> you’re sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie. taehyun’s got his arm draped casually over your shoulders, but you can feel the tension in his body. “you good, tae?” you ask, turning to face him. “hm? yeah, why?” he replies, eyes glued to the tv screen. “you seem… tense,” you observe, gently massaging his shoulder. he shrugs off your touch, though you notice the way his gaze flickers to your hand for a fleeting second. “i’m fine. focus on the movie.”

-> five minutes later, he’s the one snuggled into your side, head resting on your chest. “don’t get any ideas,” he mumbles, voice muffled by your shirt. “you’re just comfortable.”

— late at night is when his walls truly crumble. he’ll call you at ungodly hours just to talk, his voice husky with sleep and vulnerability. he might even confess his deepest fears and insecurities, things he'd never admit to in broad daylight.

— gets surprisingly really needy at night, particularly when in bed. he’ll wrap his arms around you tightly and pull you into his chest. “fucking missed you…” he’ll mumble, before pulling you in for a deep and needy kiss out of nowhere.

— he’d call you to complain about something trivial, like the long line at the coffee shop or the annoying song stuck in his head. but you can hear the underlying need in his voice, the way he draws out his words, as if trying to prolong the conversation.

— he’ll never admit it, but he secretly loves cuddling. however, he'll never initiate. instead, he'll strategically position himself closer and closer to you on the couch until you inevitably give in and let him snuggle up against you. then, he'll act like it was your idea all along -> “you looked cold," he'd mumble, burying his face in your neck. "don’t get any ideas."

— he’ll "accidentally" brush his hand against yours while you're walking side-by-side. he might even "trip" and "fall" into your lap, muttering a quick "clumsy me" as if it wasn't a calculated maneuver.

— he subconsciously mirrors your actions when he's feeling particularly needy. you take a sip of your drink? he’s suddenly parched. you lean back on the couch? he’s adjusting his position to be closer to you.

— he’ll tease you mercilessly when he's feeling insecure or needing reassurance -> “you sure you wanna go out looking like that? don’t want to blind anyone with your handsomeness." it’s his way of saying -> “you look amazing, and i’m lucky you're mine."

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕HUENING KAI ꒱ ˚₊

— adorable, and affectionate -> isn’t afraid to show his neediness. he’s a natural cuddler and loves showering you with love.

— gets extra touchy when he’s feeling needy -> always finding excuses to touch you, brush against you, or like your cheek -> “y/n, your hair looks messy. let me fix it for you~” he then proceeds to play with your hair for 20 minutes

— has a habit of “accidentally” leaving his stuff at your place so he has an excuse to come over -> “oh no, i forgot my favorite hoodie here again. guess i’ll have to stay the night, huh?”

— gets extra giggly and flustered

— loves giving and receiving gifts, so expect small, thoughtful presents that remind him of you.

-> "y/n! y/n! look what i got!" he exclaims, holding up a plushie that looks suspiciously like the one you won for him at a carnival a few weeks ago. "kai, that's adorable," you laugh, pulling him into a hug. "but what's the occasion?" "no occasion," he replies, burying his face in your neck. "just wanted to give you something because i love you." you melt at his words, returning his embrace with equal fervor. "you’re the sweetest," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his hair.

— expresses his neediness through random acts of service. shows up at your workplace with homemade lunch -> “i just happened to make too much food, so..."

— shows up at your workplace with homemade lunch: "I just happened to make too much food, so..."

— sends you the cutest, most random texts throughout the day, just to let you know he’s thinking of you.

— sends you cute animal videos

📱 -> from ningning 🤍: [video attachment] this made me think of you hehe >.<

— always wants to hold your hand or link arms

— gives you random little gifts and trinkets

— writes you silly love songs on his keyboard

— he’d call you during his gaming sessions, his excited shouts and giggles filling your ears. he’d narrate his every move, asking for your advice and celebrating his victories with you. "y/n, you're the best good luck charm!" he'd exclaim, his joy contagious. "i knew i could win with you listening."

— has a tendency to stress-cuddle when he's nervous about performances or big events -> "can we just stay like this for five more minutes? you’re my lucky charm."

— becomes extra needy around holidays or special occasions. starts planning elaborate dates weeks in advance -> "this valentine's day is gonna be epic, just you wait!"

— loves to sing for you when he's feeling especially affectionate. serenades you with cheesy love songs in public, complete with dramatic gestures

— gets flustered easily when caught being needy, often trying to cover it up with jokes -> "what? no, i didn't come all the way here just to see you. i... uh... really needed to borrow a... spoon?"

— has a secret folder of your photos and messages that he looks at when he misses you. accidentally revealed this during a vlive -> “ah, shit- i mean, shoot! you weren't supposed to see that!"

— becomes extra playful and mischievous when craving attention. starts a silly dance battle in the middle of your living room -> “bet you can't beat my aegyo moves!"

— gets a bit jealous when you pay attention to others, but tries to play it cool. usually pouts and mumbles -> “I mean, i guess yeonjun-hyung's jokes are funnier than mine..."

[yawnzbf]

LITTLE MORE

Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)

Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), slight taebin at the end, fully smau

All the photos are taken frm twt,, fin~

Back. M.list

[thatblvckboyy]

Baby boy can I have a Yeonjun audio?

Yeonjun x male listener audio

Yeonjun who lived in an old mansion in the woods hasn't had a proper meal in days. You are curious so you decided to go in the mansion while you were camping with ur friends, when he smelt the scent of blood in his house he wasn't about to let his snack just get away

"Normally i expect females but anyway blood is blood and a hole is a hole,"

[sunoooism]

› summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)

› fluff , comfort / wc: 691

› warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.

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choi yeonjun

→ cooks for you

you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."

"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.

"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."

your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"

you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.

"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.

choi soobin

→ takes you on a walk

you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.

"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.

"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."

"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.

choi beomgyu

→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes

"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"

he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.

as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.

"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"

it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.

"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.

kang taehyun

→ reads to you

you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.

he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.

"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.

"no. jus' wanted to look at you."

he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.

huening kai

→ doesn't let go of you

your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.

"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.

"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."

kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.

©sunoooism

[niki-phoria]

Hii !! Can you do a Yeonjun x gn reader where yeonjun wakes up in the middle of the night bc of a coughing attack, and you comfort him bc he started crying cause he thought he was going to die >_< ( It’s actually based on true events tho, he catched a cold recently and he said all that, even that he couldn’t talk well bc he was coughing so much, so I really wanted to take care of him and give him a hug after he said that so I had this idea and found your blog hehe) Take your time and please take care, thank you so much <3333

⋆｡°✩ choi line reaction - taking care of them when they're sick

includes: established relationship, yeonjun cries kinda, samgteyang is a chicken soup, gen sickfic warnings lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

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you stir awake from the noise of incessant coughing piercing through the previous silence lingering in your bedroom. slightly annoyed, you sit up, squinting into the darkness. 

just barely illuminated by the moonlight you can see yeonjun sitting up in your shared bed, body hunched over from a coughing fit. “jun?” you whisper, now fully awake. tears sting at the corners of his eyes as he takes in short breaths between coughs. 

you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his skin. you wipe away the stray tears that escape his eyes, checking him over as well as you can in the darkness. “are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he rasps out. 

you furrow your eyebrows, leaning over to press a kiss against the crown of yeonjun’s forehead before momentarily slipping out from underneath the covers to grab him a glass of water. he accepts it with a grateful smile as you slide back beside him. 

yeonjun is quick to follow your lead, setting the glass down before leaning over to rest his head against your chest. you brush your hands through his soft hair, occasionally twisting the strands between your fingers. 

yeonjun lets out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles even closer to you so he can hear your heartbeat. “get some rest, love,” you whisper. his breathing slowly begins to even out until he eventually falls into a now peaceful sleep.

⋆｡°✩ soobin

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soobin sniffles as he nuzzles his head a little closer to you; hiding his face into the crook of your neck. his arms wrap lazily around your waist, keeping your bodies nearly pressed together at all times despite the inconvenience and his overall sickness. 

“bin,” you murmur, eyes still focused on cutting up a carrot to add into the samgyetang boiling on the stove. your boyfriend barely hums in response. his eyes remain closed as he leans his body weight against you. “you should go sit down. you need rest.”

he simply whines, nuzzling even closer. “i need you.”

you smile to yourself as you carefully step over to the stove to add the carrots to the broth with your boyfriend in tow. the aroma of boiled chicken and various spices spread throughout your shared apartment. it’s almost comforting to take care of soobin. intimate. 

turning the heat down to let the soup simmer, you twist around to face him. the blanket you had gingerly wrapped around his shoulders earlier that morning has now slipped down his body so it barely covers his torso. you reach up to readjust it before wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“come on,” you murmur. “the samgyetang needs time to boil. let’s go get some rest.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 238) i'm obsessed with him here he's so kdfndslknds

“y/n?” beomgyu rasps out as he stumbles through your shared apartment. you can hear his footsteps as he slowly approaches, using the wall to support his body. 

“gyu,” you leave the kettle on the stove to boil as you rush to his side. beomgyu immediately drapes his body against yours, letting you hold him up. you wrap an arm around his waist, carefully coaxing him to move over and lay down on your couch. “what are you doing up?”

“you were gone,” beomgyu mumbles. he shifts so his body is nearly entirely on top of yours; knees pressed against either side of your hips to pin you in place. you chuckle as he leans down to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“i went to make you some tea.” you slip your hand underneath his shirt, gently rubbing it against his overly warm skin. beomgyu presses a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck in return. you can almost feel him smiling against you. “how’s your throat feeling?”

“a little better,” he whispers. you softly smile, pulling him even closer so his body is fully relaxed against you. 

“good.” you push his fringe back just enough to press a kiss against the crown of his head. “i’ll let you know when the tea is done and then we can make some samgyetang, okay?”

“okay,” beomgyu whispers. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”