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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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pairing: bsf!yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, crack, little angst

synopsis: after yeonjun hears you referring to him as someone who's like a brother ...he tries his hardest to make you see him as a potential boyfriend.

or in which you're perplexed at all the movie hangouts your friend has been initiating.

warning: mature language, reader is assumed to be fem

notes: honestly, i always try to cut down the word count to make it more available for people who only read drabbles/blurbs but i just CANT. so here's another short oneshot T-T and as always, reblog to help the algorithm pick up on this :D

yeonjun was confused walking back home -- no, the whole day, he was disturbed. the reason for this was yesterday...when he went to get drinks for both you and him at a frat party.

the crowds were insanely hard to get through (and it didn't help that people kept on stopping him to 'catch up' or whatnot) so it took him more than fifty minutes to come back with the drinks he promised to get.

but it looked like it was too late because the people you were surrounding yourself with when yeonjun was there...disappeared. instead, you're bundled up, alone in a corner, with a guy he does not know. which was already weird because yeonjun knew everybody, and that was enough reason for him to hurry his ass up through sweaty frat drunks and make sure the unknown guy isn't some sleazeball.

that time he wasn't aware that he rolled his eyes but he did conciously plan to squeeze himself into the conversation...and technically cockblock.

but when he neared you...that's when his world shattered...on more dramatic terms. it was more like his confidence was shot down to the deepest depths of hell.

"oh, yeonjun? pfft, he's like a brother!"

even though it was almost barely audible due to the blasting music, 'brother' to his ears were magnified -- the word circling through his head.

brother. brother?!

and as a result of this baffling situation, he had backed himself in an opposing corner with your cup in his right and his cup in his left, way further than you now, thinking of where did it go wrong?

he's never had someone friend-zone him -- for heavensake, he's yeonjun, he's aware of how attractive he is. but brother-zone? that was even worse of an attack!

it doesn't matter that you said it -- come on, that's barely the case. it's the fact that someone was so unattracted to him that he was seen as a sibling.

sure, you and yeonjun were a sort of bunch that have been together since... forever, really. seriously, you were friends since elementary -- when you joined the school, fourth grade, mindlessly kicking rocks at recess he approached you like the social butterfly kid that he was, asking you if you wanted to come play with his friends.

once he took another sip of the red cup in his right hand, the fruity punch being way too overbearing (just how'd you like it), he furrowed his brows together.

he definitely doesn't see you as a sister.

he'd have to admit that when middle school hit and his puberty was acting up around ...the seventh grade? he was convinced that he would eventually marry you like the way his parents were. a brother wouldn't have felt that way about his sister! normally that is...

granted, he mostly blamed that on the first strikes of puberty because right after middle school, he moved on from the thought -- completely abandoning his pre-puberty dreams, but that was besides the point!

he was getting nauseous from the sweetness of his drink and the further he thought about the way you thought of him, he felt that he would ruin the party by vomiting on someone.

his night was officially ruined. absolutely, fundementally, literally ruined.

and thats how he found himself unfocused on everything around him the next day, finally making the decision to consult with his roommates about this frankly, very big conundrum.

"you can't just purposefully leave out important details? like, how am i supposed to diagnose you properly bro?" beomgyu asked as he spammed the keys on his controller.

"you're not diagnosing me--" yeonjun exhaled, wanting to to keep the banter to the minimum in respect to the issue he's facing. "literally what do you think we're doing right now?"

"i'm going to be completely honest and say ...i have no idea-- shit, what the fuck are you doing heeseung? jump! jump!" he yelled towards the big screen in front of him.

yeonjun groaned, turning his head to behind the couch. "soobin, it's not too late to help out your only friend!" he yelled out in hopes of it reaching the guy's bedroom.

and with no response, he turned back to watching the game beomgyu was playing. "god, you know how many times i gave that guy life changing advice on women?"

"and this is how he repays me?"

beomgyu nodded along to whatever yeonjun was mumbling about until the brunette magically connected dots and euphoric realization hit him. beomgyu almost scrambled around to completely face him this time, "hold on, hold on. yeonjun you lost me, are you having girl problems?"

to that, yeonjun rolled his eyes. "i wouldn't call it 'girl problems', that sounds like a problem soobin would have."

"uh-huh ...uh-huh. no, no yeah." beomgyu said nodding mindlessly to save the guy some face. "heeseung i'm logging off dude, yeonjuns got girl problems."

yeonjun just deadpanned to the back of the guys head, having no will to correct him.

he wanted to get the pending issue out of the way first.

it was more situated a few minutes later. instead of beomgyu sitting on the floor criss crossed, leaned on the couch yeonjun was sitting on, beomgyu was now sitting on the chair next to the couch, his elbows on his knees, brows deeply furrowed.

and not to forget yeonjun's pen and paper in hand.

"so... you're trying to get a girl to like you?"

"not like. i want her to see me as someone she would want as a boyfrie--" when he saw beomgyus brow raising up as to say 'whats the difference' he cleared his throat. "yea, basically."

"don't you know how to do that though?"

he shrugged, "it's different this time."

"how?"

"trust me, it's very different."

"okay but how?"

"you'd be the last person i'd ask for an interrogation beomgyu, that'd be a task for like... taehyun or something."

"i'm sorry that i need to understand my client first--"

"i am not your client" yeonjun said, rolling his eyes.

"what's going on here?", yeonjun turned his head to see soobin behind the kitchen island, scooping himself some icecream.

"dude, where were you when i needed you?", yeonjun asked.

"me and yj are holding a dating therapy session."

yeonjun turned his head to beomgyu, "again, it's not a therapy sessio--"

"you're getting dating advice from beomgyu?" soobin asked, his face scrunched up doubting if it really got this bad.

and back to soobin. "when you say it like that.." "soobin can you please leave yeonjun alone? he's in a very vulnerable state right now"

then beomgyu again. "i'm seriously going to beat you up." he said, biting his bottom lip and raising his fist against his roommate. beomgyu immediately jumps dramatically, shielding himself with his arms up.

"see? he's getting violent!"

soobin finally plopped on the couch next to yeonjun with his cup of icecream. "explain it to me, maybe i can help you out."

"i'll save you the trouble, he's not explaining for whatever reason--"

"a girl said that i'm like a brother to her." yeonjun reluctantly mumbled.

a wave of silence hit the dorm, for a minute yeonjun thought they just didn't hear him and to be completely honest, he was about to thank the gods because he regretted saying anything the moment he did, but that thought was immediately shot down when both sides of his ears were being blasted by humiliating laughter.

soobin got up, patting yeonjun's shoulder as reassurance, still laughing. "yeah, good luck with that hyung."

"okay, it's not even that bad--"

"dude, not even cha eunwoo would survive the sibling zone." beomgyu said, a hard reality check for yeonjun. "though hyunbin might.." he mumbled to himself. yeonjun caught it though, but it didn't matter. yeonjun was no hyunbin.

"fuck." he breathed out, the utensils he was holding had lesser grip on them as he just stared into nothingness. beomgyu was right. he's forever stuck as a brother in your eyes.

but then a ring of his phone snaps him out of it.

when he checks the id, his ambition is restored almost immediately for whatever reason; it was you.

"yo why are you smiling?", beomgyu said trying to peep at yeonjun's phone, but yeonjun reflexes took over, and he immediately turned his phone off.

"beomgyu, don't you think i kind of resemble hyunbin?" he said with a head tilt and an overconfident smirk, talking like he just had an epiphany.

"the one from crash landing on you? uh no."

yeonjun jumped from the couch a new man, his pen and paper in one hand and his ringing phone on the other. he finally faced beomgyu as the man he was, choi motherfucking yeonjun. "i gotta answer this call...and also, if you ask anybody who my celebrity doppelganger is, everyone would proudly say its hyunbin dumbass."

then yeonjun left with a smile and a surge of new confidence overtaking his face as he spoke away on the phone with you, while beomgyu was left in the living room more than confused as he looked up the actor on his phone.

instead of finding the difference, beomgyus brain was tasking him into finding the similarities...which, there was one to yeonjun's credit.

black hair.

"when are the others coming?" you asked looking around the crowded floor as yeonjun was buying popcorn and drinks. "the movies about to start.." you mumbled, checking your phone for the hundredth time.

"oh, i guess its just me and you again." he said with the popcorn and bottle of coke finally in his arms.

"again? don't you think this is getting suspicious?" you said as you walked alongside yeonjun, not noticing the way yeonjun just gulped.

you stopped in your tracks, in turn yeonjun bumping into your back a little, a few popcorns dropping on the floor.

"hey...you don't think.." you furrowed your brows, in deep thought. this has been on your mind for a while now. "you don't think they're trying to set us up or something do you?"

after the third time your friends stood you and yeonjun up, you were starting to think they were pushing, what they called, the 'ynjun' agenda..but it was the first time you'd ever bring it up to yeonjun, so you just laughed it off -- scolding your friends will come on a later date.

"nevermind, lets go inside the movie theatre jun."

"ya' y/n, wait."

you turned around to an awkward standing yeonjun at first, but he immediately straightens up and clears his throat, with a smile you've grown so attached to -- the smile that reached his eyes. for something so simple, it made your heart beat a little quicker than normal.

"can you hold the coke for a sec? i'm trynna--i'm trynna do something."

you break into a light laugh, "um, okay." that snapped you out of it because you remember who he was again -- your platonic best friend.

you took the cola bottle off his right arm, expecting him to take his phone out of his pocket to check something.

but as you stared at your sneakers, checking if they're untied, you felt his hand on top of your head, which startled you.

you looked up to meet yeonjuns eyes, a brow raised.

before you could say anything, he ruffled the top of your hair gently, leaning towards you a bit, to shorten the height difference.

"y/n, let this be our first date." your platonic best friend's voice, so warm and gentle you thought you would only hear in dreams, said those words...to you.

"so you asked her out on a date but you don't even like her...? that doesn't make any sense." soobin said, sitting on the couch watching beomgyu hog up the tv screen, his use time running out.

"bros an asshole..but i feel like we knew that already-- fuck you heeseung. you fucking suck ass you need to get off my team." beomgyu yelled.

"okay, first of all, it's not that bad. she doesn't like me at all, plus the date was how we would usually hung out anyway."

soobin just shook his head -- being the only guy with a functioning moral compass amongst the people he called his friends was exhausting.

as soon as he was about to lecture yeonjun, the tv timer goes off -- and that makes his plan a fleeting thought.

"it's my turn now, throw me the remote."

"bro give me a second, let me finish this gam--"

"no! unplug your console." soobin yelled impatiently, he knew better than to let beomgyu go over the timer again.

beomgyu groaned, abandoning heeseung in the game and unplugging his console. when soobin got control of the tv and opened up netflix, beomgyu stood up to sit next to yeonjun -- who had gotten a notification from you.

"yj, who's the chick? you never told us."

"uh, you don't really know her." he mindlessly answered, focused on the messages from you.

[y/n, 9:16 pm] that serenade ..as cringe as it was.. [y/n, 9:16 pm] like lets be serious, there was NO reason for u to get on top of the cafeteria table lol

he hadn't yet told his roommates what he did this morning, thinking that he'd get a longer lecture by soobin.

but he had took inspiration from the movie you guys were watching the other night at the cinema. you talked his ear off about how romantic it was, how you would fall at the feet of dicaprio if he did the same to you..

he was no dicaprio, but he could try is what he thought. and though you forced him to get down half way through, he could still enjoy sharing the laughter, your laughter, that was ringing in his ear.

[yeonjun, 9:17 pm] as cringe as it was...? you're in love w me ;)

he typed it as a joke, a smile tugging on his lips waiting for your reaction to his teasing.

but beomgyu hovered over his phone out of boredom again, and out of instinct yeonjun threw his phone -- the three chois looking at the phone on the floor in shock.

"bro, why are you being so secretive? were you sexting?" beomgyu yelled, accusatory.

"can we collectively have some decency in this house, jesus fucking christ beomgyu." soobin muttered.

"shut up church boy, yeonjun's hiding something for sure."

"or maybe he just wanted some privacy dude?" soobin retaliated.

yeonjun jumped up pointing at soobin, "exactly! exactly! listen to soobin, you were invading my personal space. so not cool beomgyu."

"yeah, okay. you've never agreed with me with this much enthusiasm before. he's hiding something. quick, check his phone." to soobins order, beomgyu was prepared to run to the phone when he made eye contact with the owner -- but yeonjun was quick.

"good god, wait wait. what do you want beomgyu--fuck, if you wanted her name it's y/n alright? the chick's y/n!" yeonjun doesn't do well under pressure, at all.

"what are you talking about--" beomgyu's face morphed into shock with his mouth agape. "--oh my fucking god. yeonjun, y/n's the chick? the one who brother zoned you?" beomgyu yelled.

"yeah...?" he said hesitantly.

"i can't--i just can't. soobin knock some sense into him." beomgyu turned away dramatically, shaking his head.

"yeonjun--" soobin started.

"dude, y/n has been in love with you for like a decade!" beomgyu blurted out, turning to face yeonjun again, interrupting soobin.

"uh..no? guys, i literally told you that she said she sees me as a brother. i saw her telling some guy that at the frat party last week."

beomgyu walked towards yeonjun, grabbing both of his shoulders, shaking him, "she. didn't. brother. zone. you. you stupid fuck!"

"she's been saying that to people because its so obvious that every time she tries moving on, she still likes you." soobin added in.

yeonjun, with his brows furrowed, tore beomgyu's hands off his shoulder -- walking towards his phone.

and it felt like a million thoughts were racing around his head the three seconds it took for him to get his phone, like a storm, a big tornado clouding his mind. but the most heavy was...how long? a fucking decade? and he never noticed?

he found it hard to swallow, almost nervous...that it was true.

the two other chois were staring at him, exchanging glances.

and when he picked up his phone, it was like he feared.

his text was left on read.

yeonjun's roommates were right for once.

all the secret glances he'd catch, a smirk twitching on his face as he pretended not to see, all the times you'd practically asked him out -- he shot it all down subconsciously thinking it was nothing more than coincidences on top of coincidences.

"you know, i was thinking it was weird you freaked out so much about the brother thing. yunjin told you that right to your face like last month and you didn't say anything." beomgyu said as he let himself fall on the couch.

beomgyu was right, he didn't care when yunjin said it.

yeonjun looked at beomgyu, eyes confused. "so...what are you trying to say?"

"maybe you feel the same way...? god, do i have to spell it out for you every single time?" he said dramatically, groaning.

"okay yeonjun. drama's over, go do your walk of shame to your room." soobin said, getting comfortable on the chair again to watch the premier of his show.

"and reflect!" beomgyu shouted out as yeonjun went over to his room, obeying soobin with his phone tight in hand.

"what are we watchin?" beomgyu finally asked, soobin giving him a side eye in response.

"we? beomgyu, i'm not watching another show premier with you again."

"just because my commentary is too good doesn't mean you have to get all jealous--"

yeonjun bursts out of his room through the narrow hallway that lead to the main door, a coat hanging on his right arm as he hurriedly slipped on his sneakers.

it startled both of the guys on the couch, looking over at him with brows raised: what is yeonjun doing?

no one could get a word in, not even beomgyu, before he was totally out of sight.

only adrenaline was rushing through his veins as he shut the door behind him, putting his arms through his padded coat, and sprinting to the elevator -- frantically spamming the button to make him falsely hope the elevator would reach his floor any faster

it wasn't like he had to do something in the ten minutes his head thought he had left, no, it was the realization that had him acting in urgency he never thought he'd have for a girl. all of his stupidity dawning on him -- for fucksake, of course it mattered that you said he was like a brother, it was you.

and as he ran out the building -- his head felt dizzy, not because it was overwhelmed with thoughts, no, this time he only had a few but those were harder to manage his head.

did he ever give up on you in middle school?

did he ever move on from you in highschool?

did he really dump a dream, you -- the dream he had as a boy, with all the other dreams he never thought would happen?

when yeonjun was finally in front of your family house, the one you still chose to live in through your college experience, he moved to where'd he guess the window of your room was.

"y/n?" he shouted out with all the energy he could muster up. he had to bend over his knee to catch his breath, because he would shout your name again.

again, and again, and again.

blood rushed up to his cheeks, not because of the cold, because he was embarrassed -- what if you weren't even here?

he waited, staring up at the window which showed no sign of your room light being on.

but he wouldn't give up, he'd have to try something else.

yeonjun looked down at his feet, the absence of the sun being harder on his vision. there were no rocks, the only thing visible to his eyes were branch sticks which only made him hope that his aim was good enough to get your window a few times.

it wasn't.

when the last stick that he found hit a window that wasn't the one he was trying to aim at - he cursed under his breath, defeated. yeonjun concluded that this was a bigger fail than the fucking time he found out that he was flirting at a family--not a class, reunion.

he could just go back to his dorm and call you is what he thought as he exhaled, a fog escaping his lips into the cold, feeling even more of a loser.

"yeonjun?!" he turned around at the familiar voice calling out for him and his eyes widened, lighting up as they set on your face, finally out of the window, with your room light making it a little easier for him to see your features.

"y/n?" he shouted back, ecstatic.

"what are you doing out here?", you shouted the words slowly so he could pick it up. then add, "it's fucking cold!"

"i just wanted to know" he inhaled, the cold air burning his nostrils, "why you didn't answer my text!"

it was silent, yeonjuns lips agape waiting for a response.

"you're fucking insane!" you said laughs slipping between your words, yeonjun scoffs lightly, a wide smile on his face.

he put his hands up as walls to his mouth to echo his words louder, "for you!" he shouted out in response.

"shut the fuck up!" it was a distant yell, one you both assumed, as you met eye contact, was y/n's neighbors. and then you laughed again at the untimely part of it all.

when you turned away from the window, yeonjun found himself yearningly waiting for you to come back. hands that were in his pockets felt a vibration -- his phone.

he took it out just to see a notification from his, quite frankly, favorite person ever.

[y/n, 10:26 pm] lets talk on here lol

he looked up and saw you at the window again, with you waving your phone at him -- it earned a smile tugging once more, on the ends of his lips.

just how did he manage to ignore overwhelming feelings about you, of you, for the past decade?

[yeonjun, 10:27 pm] come down. i'm not gonna tell u this thru text [y/n, 10:27 pm] why not? [yeonjun, 10:27 pm] don't wanna [y/n, 10:28 pm] youre asking me to get out of my cozy ass room just bcs u dont wanna??

"yeah! basically dumbass!" he shouted, startling your poor self out of your focus on your phone. you glared at him, yeonjun most likely missing it.

[y/n, 10:28 pm] STOP DONT DO THAT THOSE PSYCHOS ARE GOING TO CALL THE COPS ON ME [yeonjun, 10:29 pm] ok then come down before i freeze my fingers off

when you slid your window closed, closing your curtains, he immediately turned to quickly run towards the front of your house. yeonjun leaned on the fence of your porch, smiling with thoughts of you clouding his mind, as he looked up at the moon.

it was all so cliché -- the type of scene his roommates would squeal over and one that he would roll his eyes to, but if he were to watch this part of his life, again and again -- the moment you opened the door, the moment you both exchanged looks that communicated 'we feel the same way don't we?', a short awkward laugh that was shared, the moment you hesitantly opened your mouth to say something -- and then, the final moment of his longing lips crashing onto yours, his cold hands warming up the moment he cupped your face, the repocracy from your side making him smile into the kiss, the euphoric realisation that he wasn't late, you didn't stop loving him yet, and when he cut the kiss short, both your lips barely apart, yeonjun whispered an i love you, and to it you smiled, pulling him into your house, to finish your kiss -- he would too, squeal over the scene, kicking his feet like a highschool girl.

ending a/n: YOU FINISHED IT YAY :D yeonjun was lowk an asshole for wanting to lead on mc at first for his own benefit, but hes such a cutie im sorry, its easy to forgive T-T let me know what you feel about this piece, it was so fun to write!!

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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Hi ! For your event can i request cruel summer with yeonjun , like besties to lovers ?

Definitely not my best work but I hope it’s okay<3

Cruel Summer; Yeonjun

You watch your best friend as he sprays perfume in his neck and hair and you can’t help but tighten your jaw at the fact that he’s putting all this effort into his date. Yeonjun catches your eye and stops his actions. “You got me this perfume.”

You nod, “I know. It’s my favorite scent.”

This time it’s his turn to nod. “I know, that’s why I always wear it.”

You swallow as you quickly avert your eyes. You still feel Yeonjun’s gaze on you before he lets out a sigh and continues getting ready.

“I really wish you were brave enough, Y/n.”

You look at Yeonjun through the mirror and feel your heart ache.

“Jun..”

He nods. “I’ll stop. I will. But I hope you realize how things could’ve been if you weren’t so scared.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head but deep down your anxiety acts up. You know he’s right. Your fears are going to make you lose him.

“Well, I’m heading out, or else I’ll be late,” Yeonjun says and the corners of his lips turn upwards in a weak attempt of a smile.

You watch him as he opens the door and you push yourself off the couch. “Yeonjun, I-“

He immediately turns around and looks at you with a hopeful, almost desperate, expression in his eyes. “Yeah?”

Your throat tightens and you blink, unable to tell your best friend what’s in your heart.

“H-have fun,” you then mumble quietly and it’s almost like Yeonjun deflates in front of your eyes.

“Thanks,” he whispers before exiting your apartment and closing the door behind him.

You sit down on the couch and frown before tears start pressing against your eyes. So this is the moment you are going to lose him, huh? You are going to lose the last chance of ever being able to tell him you love him, to hold him as more than a friend, to kiss him. Only because you are too afraid to be honest with him.

You wipe your eyes and shake your head as a rush of anxiety hits you. You are going to lose him. You are going to lose him. You are-

“No,” you breathe as you stand up and rush towards the balcony of your apartment. You look over the railing and see Yeonjun walk towards his car while holding his hand above his head to shield himself from the rain that is starting to pour. Once he gets in that car, you know you’ll be too late to stop him.

Without thinking any longer, you start running down the stairs, not caring that you are on your socks or that you will get soaked in the rain that’s getting worse.

“Jun!”

He doesn’t hear you and is just about to get in his car when you shout his name again, this time his full name. Yeonjun turns around confusedly and he squints his eyes to find you running towards him. “Y/n?”

“I love you,” you cry over the loud rain as you stop running and look at him with heavy breaths leaving your lips, “there! I said it.”

“What?” A smile starts growing on his lips as he removes his hand from above his head and lets the rain soak him and his hair completely.

“I love you, Choi Yeonjun, for God’s sake!”

A grin grows on his face and his heart starts hammering against his chest.

“I knew it.”

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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: ̗̀➛ favorite txt fics

smaus are not included here! all of these fic recs are what i consider to be of high quality and/or enjoyable, so i'm sure you'll find something you really like!

≡;- ꒰ °soobin ꒱

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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till forever falls apart ♡ beomgyu

pairing: beomgyu x female reader

words count: 10.8k

contents: high school au, childhood best friend, pining, angst

summary: you and beomgyu made a promise to be by each other’s side forever but who would have thought forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life.

warnings: language, underage drinking, mention of underage smoking, blood, terminal illness, major character death, hurt no comfort

notes: as usual, i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors for english is not my first language. i hope you enjoy reading this! :) x

at the age of ten, a whole six months after meeting you, when his mom asked him does he likes someone, beomgyu had told her yes, he does – and that person is you. the answer was purely innocent, nothing intimate hiding behind it. beomgyu knew he liked you. of course, he wouldn’t have approach you during recess and asked you to play with him if he hadn’t like you. of course he likes you, you were his dear friend, after all.

while at the age of fourteen, when boys his age were starting to talk about girls in a different way and when his teenage hormones were raging inside of his growing body, when someone asked him what kind of girl he would like to date, beomgyu would say someone who has a nice personality, a warm and kind person, someone who would always be there for him through the ups and downs, a person he could hundred percent be himself with – and when kang taehyun pointed out that he was basically describing you, his dear best friend, choi beomgyu had told the younger to mind his own business.

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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yeonjun sfw alphabet

genre: headcanons, fluff

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: cold water by major laser, justin beiber, mø

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

aggressive affection

"i love you so much i could just eat you!!!" *proceeds to bite you*

he is a menace and you love him for it

he's very playful with his affection. he likes to wrestle and tickle you, for instance

but in the softer moments he looks at you with that look. you know, the one we're his eyes are soft and adoring as he stares at you with all the love the world, perhaps cradling your hand in his and rubbing his thumb against your skin

he has his moments, for sure

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

so sassy for like no reason

will start drama with you just because he's bored but you both know it's all for jokes and laughs so it's all good

he is a massive gossiper. will always have tea saved up and ready to spill when he sees you. and he's disappointed if you don't have tea to share with him

will also claim your stuff as his own. like, your clothes are his, your food, your jewellery, etc

and, most importantly, he would do anything for his best friend. his bestie is like family to him, for sure

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

of course, he wants those cuddles 24/7

and he will cuddle you anywhere. his fairly into PDA so he will literally straddle your lap and snuggle into you if you're on the bus or something. he has no shame and he doesn't care

this habit of his has lead to the members 'suffering' because, as you are a regular guest in the txt dorms, it is rare to find you and yeonjun not cuddling.

he always has to have his arms around you, because you're his >:(

his favourite cuddling position is when he is ontop of your body, legs in between yours and head layed in the crook of your neck. it's very hard to get up up from that position because he's so comfy <3

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

settling down is something he would like to invest in for the future. but for now, he wants to take things slow. he is young and doesn't want to rush into anything like that

actually very helpful with domestic chores

he basidoes as he is told 💀 so as long as you tell him and explain to him carefully what to do, he will do it

i would trust him with cleaning but cooking? i wouldn't let him touch a spoon tbh

he just has this type of chaotic energy that could set a house on fire just by being in the kitchen

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wants to ghost you so bad

like that's the only way he can think of doing it

he thinks that will let you down easy, but actually when he thinks about it, that will probably hurt you more

he will probably call you and talk it out, or seeing if you want to meet up so he can tell you he wants to end the relationship

which you can honestly see coming, considering how distant he has become lately. the signs are there, so it's not look he surprises you with the news

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

maybe when he's much older

he's not the type to want to be 'tied down' too quickly, if that makes sense

he's quite a free spirit so he wouldn't want to rush in full, committed relationship as quickly as others might

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

yeonjun can be... spikey

there are a few instances when he can rub people the wrong way, which is never his intention

he likes to be casual and friendly very early on in both friendships and romantic relationships, which means he tends to be playful and tease you even if you're not that close

which, for some people, the banter is fine. but for perhaps more sensitive ones, it might be hard to red his banter and teasing as potential signs of disrespect

yeonjun never has harmful or hurtful intentions, that's all you really need to know

and in terms or physical touch? like i said before he likes to wrestle, tickle fight, pillow fight, you name it. he is just very active and has a lot of energy but would never, ever hurt you. and that's a fact

it's all playful. think of him as a cute little lion cub :( that's all

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he hugs you all the time

to the point where it becomes embarrassing 💀

he has no shame though. he doesn't care if the other members tease him or if he is out in public with you. he is big on PDA and wants to show affection for you whenever he feels like it

so hugs are a must

he gets so smiley and happy when you initaite it >.< just sinking into his arms, your bodies perfectly fitting together as you hold each other for no particular reason. just to be close to one another <3

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

i see him being quite quick to say it

he is quite passionate and certainly a man who knows what he wants

once he finds someone he really connects with him, that makes him feel important and precious and happy and loved. yeah. that'll do it for him

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i do see him being quite jealous

he's just the possessive type. he will want to be around you all the time. he loves your company. he loves making you laugh and seeing you happy. so why is it affecting him so much when he sees you being happy with someone else?

it's something i feel a lot of people can relate to him on. everybody wants someone to be their special person

so if you have been spending too much time with one of the other members or something, he will get super pouty. and super clingy!

just reassure and tell him you love him and how he is your one and only precious boy, and you'll be fine!

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he smooches you

his kisses are so dramatic like he will shove his lips all over your face and with each kiss he will be sure to smack his lips to make an obnoxious sound against your skin

usually does this when you guys are cuddling

he loves kisses your cheeks the most and nuzzling into them afterwards because 'they're so soft!!'

when he kisses your lips, he goes slow or it a sloppy heated mess. just depends on his mood, you know?

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he's on the same wavelength as them

he just... understand their mindset better than most

the members tease this is because he acts like a child

this is why children usually have a natural respect for him or tend to behave well when he's watching them

that is until he starts playing with them or getting involved in one of their games

then its absolute chaos, as you can imagine

i'm talking play fighting, screaming, running round the house, toys everywhere

10/10 babysitter, would recommend

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he is so tired and sleepy in the mornings omg

he never ever wants to wake up

probably has like 23 alarms and ignores every single one

and it doesn't help when you sleep in the same bed as him. there's no way on earth he's getting out of his 'safe place'

he just wants to cuddle with you all day and ignore the world outside >:(

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

talkative and tired

it's like he has all this energy to talk to you and recites stories about his day and arranges plans for the week ahead, but his eyes are heavy and he fights the urge to let his head fall on the pillow

get him to play a couple of video games or something and he's fine. all his energy starts rushing back because heaven knows yeonjun is competitive

but if you put on a movie he will likely fall asleep

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he can overshare sometimes without realising it

not any major personal stuff, but probably embarrassing stuff. which actually helps break the ice a bit more and definitely makes you feel more comfortable around him

as for personal stuff, that usually takes a bit more time. it depends how much you have talk to each other and how close you are together. if you guys end up spending a lot of time together, he is much more comfortable sharing something personal with you

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

i don't see him being that angry

apart from being playfully angry, where he will act as if he doesn't like you when you said something like 'your hair looks weird today.' he will have an angry pout and probably go hide in the corner of the room until you coax him out of his act with kisses and hugs

but other than that, the only thing that i can think of him being angry at is if he finds out someone has hurt you or actively upset you

he is protective and hates seeing you upset. so his concern turns to rage for the person who has wronged you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything

and you're probably thinking 'oh great he's so sweet i love that about him'

no.

he remembers everything, including the embarrassing moments you wish to bury and forget forever

and you wish he would forget, more importantly. but he maintains all this knowledge for good use

if you tease him or make front of him in front of his friends, he's always got ammo. he will always win, don't test him!

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

he likes the spontaneous moments he shares with you

sometimes he feels pressure to plan really special, extravagant dates, and while you like that, you do prefer the more playful, real side to him

so after one date at a fancy dinner, he will walk you through the city on the way home, but you guys pass an arcade

and obviously you go in

you both had so much fun. you tried your hand at the slot machines, air hockey, racing car simulator. he even won you a plushie from the claw machine!

looking back at that night, he smiles fondly at the memory. how beautiful you looked, how happy you were with him. best night ever

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

i mentioned this before but yeah, he's pretty protective

he does like to tease you and make fun of you playfully, but he knows your boundaries. he knows what jokes your comfortable with and what things you do not want mentioning, like your insecurities, for instance

so if someone mentions you insecurities or makes a joke that is out of line, they should be scared

there's no way he is letting anyone get away with hurting you, whether it's physically or emotionally

and will probably never forgive the person, even if you do

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

on a regular basis he prefers more casual dates, but every couple weeks or so, when he can, he treats you to a fancy date or buys you an expensive gift when you're not expecting it

he loves seeing the surprised look on your face when he suddenly pulls out some random, grand gesture

"i'm the best boyfriend, aren't i?"

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

because he can be jealous, it is hard for him to differentiate between when you are being playful and friendly compared to when you are flirting

consequently, he assumes you are flirting

which can cause a lot of tension

"why are you flirting with soobin? i'm right here."

he's a confident lad but he can be insecure, like all of us can be. so sometimes, these feelings can rise at the wrong moments

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he is confident in his looks

because, well, he's gorgeous

he dresses to impress. always wearing clean, crisp clothing, even when going casual

i don't know how someone looks that good in casual clothes, istg

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

over time, yes

you become his everything: his best friend, partner in crime, confidant, lover, soulmate

he doesn't realise how much he relies on your company and support until he is away from you, perhaps on tour overseas. then he is hit with a new-found appreciation for you, and when you guys are reunited, he never wants to let you go

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

you know he's fly. you know he's cool. you know he's swag

so of course you trust his fashion sense

and at first he's merely making suggestions on what outfit to where when you ask him for his opinion. he actually makes a lot of good recommendations and adjusts your outfits so they compliment your figure

but as time goes by he really starts getting into couple clothes. he wants to match with you in some way because he thinks it's cute!

he prefers the subtle approach. you both might be wearing different outfits but the same socks or necklaces or the same main colour

he just loves it

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

there are people in this world who moan about literally everything

they are always such downers, very pessimistic and doesn't even try to make an effort to change their bad attitude when their around others

yeonjun doesn't like those type of people

cynical people who can only see the bad in everything. or will just go on and on listing their problems

he's not expecting them to be a ray of sunshine. but he just gets so drained around these type of people. he wants to be uplifted, not pulled down

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

sort of splays himself out when he sleeps

like a starfish, lmao

hes ccovering the whole bed it's actually wild

and he sleeps like a rock. i think if you blasted music right next to his ear he still probably wouldn't wake up

you will have to shake him awake, it's actually hilarious

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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AHH REQUESTS OPEN?? omgomg OK could you perhaps write an angsty yeonjun friends to lovers drabble with a happy ending <//3 like reader and jun are best friends but one night they kiss and either reader or yeonjun completely freaks out over it and starts avoiding the other until they realize they’re in love w the other and need each other SORRY IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE ANGSTY FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE😩😩😩 anyways if you decide to write this, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need duckie!!! have a good day 🤍🤍

𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝗲

choi yeonjun x gn!reader

2.5k words (sorry I KNOW i said 2k max but how can i not y'all), angst, fluff in the beginning if u squint, bffs2l, kithing, idk why but they cry at the end, barely proofread

a/n: nana !! thank u so much for ur request, my luv ^_^ i loved writing it sm i'm so honored to write u an angsty yeonjun fic <3 took much inspo from the vibes of "it kills me" by dxmentia and keshi so yeah (_ _;)

"Ow."

Choi Yeonjun clicked his tongue, his lips pursing into a cooing pout. "Sorry, honey."

You suppressed your wince and prayed to god he couldn't see your pink-dusted cheeks. Or at least, maybe he would think it was from all the pain coming from your recently pierced ears. No matter how gentle Yeonjun was (and trust that he was incredibly gentle with you), the rubbing alcohol would simply never cease to bring you great pain as it rid your piercings of bacteria and infection. "It's okay. Not your fault. It just kinda hurt."

"You're doing really well," he murmured under his breath. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat, but he had claimed he had to be so close because the bathroom light was so dim and because he didn't want to miss any blood. Then came his constant praises as he helped you through the process, "It looks good so far, Yn-ie."

You sighed in relief as he stepped away and tossed the soiled cotton swab into the trash. "Does it?" You peered into the mirror and took a peek at your reddened earlobes, studded in sterling silver earrings.

Yeonjun appeared beside you again and nodded his head. He had even swapped his main earrings to match your studs. Your best friend currently boasted a whopping five piercings, and he'd even thought of an eyebrow piercing at one point. But, as you stared at his pretty, sculpted face, you realized how much you appreciated his decision to only get an eyebrow slit.

Only. Tch. As if it was something small. It amazed you how attractive such a little thing could be on a person, but you also couldn't help but admit that everything about your best friend was attractive. Even in the dim, cruddy light of his bathroom, he somehow glowed like a sculpture under display lights.

Yeonjun caught your eyes in the mirror—smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned against the wall next to the door. You wished he hadn't folded his arms across his chest, because now, all you saw were his arms. And his chest. And his smile. And his— "You should get an upper cartilage piercing on your left side," he suggested mindlessly, eyes intent on your face. "Like mine."

You leaned your hip against the bathroom counter. "Okay, slow down, mister. Let's make sure these ones are successful first." You gestured to the studs in your earlobes now.

He pushed off the wall and stepped into your space, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "It'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. He was so close again.

"Didn't your second ones almost get infected, like, four times?"

He deadpanned, and you giggled, head tilting back slightly.

Oh, if only you'd seen the stars in his eyes whenever he watched you laugh. It made his heart palpitate whenever he made you happy. (He just wished he could make you even happier.)

Yeonjun snapped out from his daze, clearing his throat. It was wrong to have feelings for you like he did, wasn't it? But what about all of your lingering stares? Did they mean anything like his did? "Laugh all you want, but they're still here, aren't they?"

You sobered into a wide grin. "Okay, okay. Whatever." You placed your palms on his chest and gave him a light push out of the bathroom door. "Now, out! I gotta do my things."

Yeonjun's bottom lip jutted out. "Aww, why can't I just do my night things while you do your night things?"

"Because you always insist on brushing each other's teeth?"

"It's not that weird."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes it is that weird, Jun."

You stepped out of the bathroom for a moment, intent on going to grab something from your overnight bag. What you hadn't anticipated was the slight lift in the carpeting; you swore it hadn't been there before. Your foot hooked onto the crevice and your eyes widened as you were sent flying.

Yeonjun's instincts caught you, and your body hit his with an "oomf" falling from his lips. The both of you landed in a heap on the floor, but he had broken your fall, your body parallel over him. Your noses brushed, your hair fell over his forehead.

His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips with his eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth. "Yn…" he murmured, and you felt the delicate, but hesitant touch of his hand smoothing the hair on the back of your head.

He coaxed you down to him, his head lifting slightly to meet your lips.

You wondered if the heartbeat pulsing like a bass drum was yours or his or both of yours—your chests were pressed together like glue, sandwiched together and clinging to dear life. Yeonjun's head hit the carpet, and his fingers threaded in your hair, a small content hum spilling into your mouth.

That woke you up.

You rocketed off of him, quite literally scrambled away.

He seemed to realize the same thing when you noticed how wide his eyes had gotten. Yeonjun sat against his bed, his gaze settled on you as he waited with bated breath for your next move.

"I'm sorry," you choked out and fumbled to your feet. In a daze, you hurriedly grabbed your overnight bag from the foot of his bed.

"Yn—wait, Yn!" Yeonjun could only sit there and reach for you helplessly as you swept yourself out of his room, out of his apartment, as if you hadn't even been there in the first place.

The kiss had been a mistake, you'd told your roommate Yeji.

She had scoffed, and pressed, "You love him, Yn. That's what this is, isn't it?" But she'd drawn up a bath and put on a movie for you to make you feel better anyway.

You could hear the exasperation in her voice, but you didn't need her to tell you that to know. Harboring feelings like this for Yeonjun was always difficult when you spent so much time in his presence, hearing about his day, feeling his affectionate gestures, dealing with your heart skipping every time he did something as small as open the door for you. No, you definitely did not need Yeji to tell you that you were in love with him.

There was this certain uneasiness about you the next few days. The hair on the back of your neck was constantly standing up; you always felt colder, emptier, even with the fan off and sunlight streaming through the windows. There was something so miserable about having no notifications from your best friend, especially since a part of you hoped that you had dreamt the kiss and that it truly had been all your imagination.

But reality slammed back into you on Saturday morning.

Early Saturday morning grocery shopping had always been something that you and Yeonjun did together, but as you stood in the self check-out lane, mindlessly scanning your items and placing them in the bagging area, you tried imagining doing this all over again next week—alone.

The lane next to you opened up, and you had the sudden urge to look up.

Yours and Yeonjun's eyes met at once, a clashing of waves against a cliff face, the memory of that night resurfacing and lingering. He was swaddled in a hoodie with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, and you wondered if he'd lost sleep over that night like you had. Or maybe you were being dramatic, but you feared what came next.

"Hey," he said first, then abruptly cleared his throat.

You set a head of lettuce onto the scanner to be weighed. "Hi."

You went quiet when, after you'd moved the lettuce, Yeonjun stepped over and lifted the large carton of mangoes from the counter for you so you could scan it. He set the mangoes down in your shopping cart, and you continued on like clockwork. You hadn't asked, and you never needed to ask with him, and thus, you were left at a crossroads now. (How did one ask their best friend if they loved them back in a way that best friends shouldn't?)

Yeonjun went back to his own station and started checking out his selected items, while you pulled your wallet out to pay for yours.

"Thank you for the help," you murmured beneath the sound of the chirping register.

He bobbed his head, swallowed. "No problem."

And then you were ready to leave—your items were bagged up and loaded into the cart, you'd grabbed your receipt from the printer—but you lingered still. Because he wasn't done yet.

You bit your lip and drummed your fingers along the handle of your cart. Yeji's voice urging you to just tell him echoed in your mind, over and over again. When you opened your mouth to say something, he beat you to it.

"Your, uhm, piercing might be infected."

You blinked, then turned to him. Out of all the things he could've said… maybe you were hopeless. "Is it?" You twisted the urge to reach up and touch your piercings, and though you'd tried to clean them out these past few days like he showed you, perhaps you had missed a few spots.

Yeonjun hoisted the bags from his counter and walked out with you toward the exit. "It's a little red. I—" he stopped himself, hesitated. "Did you want to come over tonight?"

"Jun…"

He stopped to face you, and there in his expression, you saw the lines of desperation. This wasn't about the piercing or the infection. "I just wanna make sure you're okay."

And dear god, if you didn't want to make sure he was, too.

It was just a kiss, right?

You had been weighing the pros and cons of—well, whatever was going to happen next. It was less of pros and cons, and more of convincing yourself that you hadn't just ruined one of the relationships you cherished most in your life. Because when you realized that you full-blown, head-over-heels, oh-good-lord loved Choi Yeonjun… man, did the world cave in.

You inhaled deeply before slotting your copy of his apartment key into the lock and letting yourself in. The smell of spices and the crackling sound of sizzles erupted into your senses as you closed the door behind you. Just to your left, Yeonjun stood at the stove with his back to you, laboring over a pan of what you could guess was fried rice. He knocked the plastic spatula along the rim of the pan and set it down on the counter.

"Hey," he said over his shoulder while he shut off the hood range's fan. "Thanks for coming."

You nodded and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Thanks for having me." You didn't know what to do, where to sit, how to exist in this space for some reason.

Yeonjun walked toward you and rested his hand between your shoulder blades. "Let's take a look at your ears, hm?"

Of course, you wanted to say. Of course he would worry about you first.

The bathroom light was dim as it flickered on. The bottle of isopropyl had been sitting untouched in the corner of the medicine cabinet, and Yeonjun pulled it out and dipped the tip of a cotton swab into the clear liquid. His touch was gentle as the alcohol bit its way into the earring hole, cleaning out any of the build up that might have accumulated there.

You stared at the counter, your neck and head tilted to give him easy access so that he could see in the dim lighting. You wondered if the reason why he hovered a little farther away this time was because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

When he had finished cleaning up your piercings and confirmed that it wasn't infected just yet, you found yourself sitting across from him at his small table in the kitchen. Yeonjun set a bowl of fried rice in front of you, and you murmured out a small thank you. The steam rose to meet your face and you realized that the smell of the food he always made you had your body relaxing. Home-cooked meals were things that either you, Yeonjun, or the both of you made for each other—and with that in mind, you wondered once more, how could you think about a world without him around?

He settled in his seat, posture slumped, as he watched you take a bite. Then he picked up his spoon and picked at his own bowl. "Yn… are we cool?

Your spoon slowed on its way back into the bowl. When you looked at him, you found that he was waiting for your answer with a nervous sheen in his eyes. You set your spoon down to play with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. "I think so."

"You think so," he echoed, but it sounded empty, as if he was uncertain if he heard you correctly. He scratched the side of his face, his jaw clenched in thought. "The—the kiss, Yn."

You inwardly winced. "Yeah."

He was fumbling for words. "I—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or step over boundaries, and I… I totally get it if you hate me for it. I just thought that was…" His voice died, lost its confidence, as he met your gaze again. He whispered, "I just thought you liked me, too."

Oh, dear Lord. Did he just say too? Your head was spinning at how your heart thundered in your ribcage. "Jun, I don't just like you," you stammered. "I literally—I'm in love with you. And I could never hate you."

"But Yn, you just left—"

"I know," you cut in and your hands flew to your hair. "I'm sorry, Jun. I'm so sorry. I was just… I was just scared of what that might have meant, and I didn't wanna lose you." You heard your voice break at the lattermost words, and your vision was beginning to blur.

Yeonjun's chair rattled against the floor as he clambered out of his seat, then rounded the table to get to you. He was shaking his head, hands grabbing your face in his warm palms, begging you to look at him. His eyes were lined in gold from the warm light of the kitchen reflecting off the tears pooling.

"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, kneeling before you. Both yours and his hands shook in the other's hold, lips quivering. "Christ, I thought I lost you, Yn."

You shook your head back and forth. "I love you," you repeated. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

His mouth pulled into a smile as he laughed through the tears now streaming down the slopes of his cheekbones. "Glad we're on the same page now."

He rose up a little to pull an extra chair closer to sit next to you. "I love you too, Yn," he promised, leaning toward you and ghosting his lips over yours. "I love you so much."

a/n: yeah,, , so that happened kdnfjd tbh i can't even tell if that was sad or not i can't even tell my own angst writing anymore T_T

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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♡ let's fall in love!

↳ smau, fluff, crack, slice of life, (barely) university!au, singer!au, gsnk inspired au, slow burn (?), classmates to ???

↳ mentions of violence, kms/kys jokes, further warnings will be added to each chapter, i'm not funny, ignore timestamps, etcetc

↳ you've been harboring a crush on the ever so oblivious and aloof choi soobin since the beginning of university. finally in your third year, you decide to confess. but what happens when your confession goes another direction?

↳ started: july 15th 2022 !

↳ status: finished september 2nd 2022 !

↳ schedule: —

# three blind mice. # binnie's fanclub. # hybe label.

↳ featuring: aespa, select nct members, and random 00-02 liners !

# bonus: relationship chart !

O1. you what?

O2. i'm a What?! 🖊

O3. sit Down

O4. yes or yes

O5. like the drink?

O6. Farts

O7. heart fluttering

O8. pov ur new to romance 🖊

O9. not heart fluttering

1O. Already a fool

11. who the Hell is loid forger 🖊

12. self inspired

13. he's my Best Friend!! 🖊

14. Janice say kwa

15. he looks urethral

16. LARPING?????

17. the Party 🖊

18. Alone.

19. pancake style 🖊

2O. Shady AF Comebacks

21. yeonjun's homewrecker era

22. I MISS PEE

23. love theory

24. Soobin Babushka 💔

25. a couple of besties 🖊

26. ATWTMVTVFTV

27. all this Cake

28. suffer for a little more

29. i like You 🖊

3O. yeonjun's cupid era

31. THEY'RE SOULMATES

32. third time's a Charm 🖊

33. dreams come true

34. #YNBIN #ANTIYNBIN #YNBINHATER

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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♡ fairytales schmairytales

synopsis: you like to think fairytale romances don't exist, until you meet choi yeonjun and all of your logic and reasoning is thrown out the window.

wc: 8.1k

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, rich kid!au

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

warnings: this happens over a span of like 5 days and they fall in love so. idk if that's unreasonable or anything just a warning

a/n: i actually came up with this plot when i was still writing for skz but never ended up writing it bc i had rly bad depression but hey. here we are. in total this took me over a year to write lmao also this is just self indulgence. pure fluff bc i needed it

playlist: itzy - surf, 1team - vibe, gfriend - creme brulee, seventeen - heaven's cloud, a.c.e - baby tonight, nct dream - dive into you

prologue.

You weren't really one to believe in love. Love at first sight, true love's kiss, the happily ever after ending, you hated all of it. Something about the way two characters' eyes would meet from across the room and they'd instantly fall in love irked you. There was no way that could ever happen — people have flaws; how would you be able to fall in love with someone without knowing their flaws? Like what if you fell in love with someone who yelled at waiters for no reason? Or someone who'd intentionally throw their garbage on the ground of a jungle gym? Or even worse, someone who'd scam people out of thousands and thousands of dollars?

What if—

"That's enough thinking for now, Einstein," Chaewon snorts. She watches as you blink lazily at her, regaining your focus. "Haven't you had enough of sulking over Sunwoo's new girlfriend? I mean it's been over 2 weeks, babe. Time to find a new cutie to cry over."

Okay, well maybe you were one to believe in love. But that was before Kim Sunwoo, your long time crush since freshman orientation, stood you up on your date that he — he — asked you out on. Not only did he stand you up for almost 2 hours in the rain, but you saw him on your way home walking around with some really cute redhead.

You really thought you had something special with Sunwoo. Ever since you two met, you thought you had hit it off well: the same sense of humour, the same music taste, the same love of barbeque eel sushi. You were in for a rude awakening when you woke up the night after your "date" and found out he made it official with the redhead from the night before.

Your first flaw is that you're way too stubborn for your own good. You have yet to confront Sunwoo about the entire date fiasco. Hell, you even have yet to see him because you've spent the past few weeks at your father's summer house in the Hamptons in pure shame and pity. You don't even know if he's noticed you've been ghosting him. You hope he has.

Yunjin nudges you with her shoulder, "You could easily find a new guy to cry over at Haknyeon's party tonight. He said some of his friends from Korea are visiting this summer so... You know..."

You slump over the table in front of you, forehead knocking obnoxiously on the hardwood. "Aren't Sunwoo and his girlfriend going to be there? Hak's like his closest friend," you whine. One of your friends brings a hand up to rub at your back as you whine some more. "Why is being 22 so hard? We're on summer break after a long year of university and the first thing that happens to me is getting my heart broken by a little balding man."

"All the more reason to go! You can flirt with a cute man, with a head full of hair, in Sunwoo's face and make him eat his own ass!" Chaewon grins enthusiastically. "I didn't drag you around the garment district for the past month looking for the perfect mini dress for you just so you could bail due to heart break."

"Also wouldn't your mom get mad over the fact you bought another three thousand dollar dress for no reason again?" Yunjin asks. "I know I'd get mad if my children threw away money like that."

Shit. The Saint Laurent dress, you had forgotten all about it. Chaewon ushered you around the garment district for so long just looking for this one dress because she said, and you quote: "Y/N, Kim Sunwoo would totally sell his stocks in his dad's company just to see you in this dress. You'd kill him. Hell, you'd kill any guy in this dress."

She wasn't wrong. You looked totally killer in the dress and for that reason, you pulled out your credit card with no hesitation. You were going to wear the dress to your date with Sunwoo, but opted for a cozy Helmut Lang romper instead. Which was a way better idea now that you think about it. How crazy would you have looked standing around in the rain, wearing a multi-thousand dollar dress waiting for a guy who was never going to show up?

Now, imagine Kim Sunwoo's face when you step into Haknyeon's townhouse wearing that dress. The embarrassment on his face when you walk past him without even glancing at him once. The shame he'll feel when you flirt with a cute man with way better hair. You can't wait.

Your second flaw, you think, is that you let your friends talk you into anything. Even if you are choosing to go to the party on your own accord, you can't forget the fact that your friends are pushing you to go.

"Y/N! Looking gorgeous, as always!" Haknyeon greets you at the door of his townhouse. He must be taking pity on you because he hasn't even greeted Chaewon or Yunjin as they step past him and into the mess of drunk university students. "If you need anything, scream, alright?"

Nodding, you duck underneath his arm as you try to maneuver yourself to the first floor kitchen. Nerves are eating away at you already: your brain is a pile of mush and your hands shake by your side with every step you take. Not only that, but it's super hot in the house and you're pretty sure you can feel the perspiration drip down your back and down your legs. Embarrassing.

Chaewon meets you at the island kitchen with two flutes of champagne in her hands. Handing one to you, she whispers, "There's so many cute guys here, Y/N. literally you hit the jackpot."

Accepting the flute, you begin to sip lightly as your eyes wander the corridors of the first floor. Most of these guys are familiar to you — they're either from Haknyeon's frat or they're sons of the board of directors from the Ju Limited company. Not surprising, birds of a feather flock together, or however the saying goes.

Your eyes land on one particular guy. He's tall, he's got blonde hair, and he's got the prettiest, sharpest eyes you've ever seen. He's hunched alone in the corner of the kitchen, standing pretty near the pocket doors. It seems he's been looking at you for a while because he immediately raises an eyebrow as you stare him down.

Now you do admit love at first sight is nonsense, but you also do know deep down in your guts that you're attracted to this guy. Turning back to Chaewon, you motion to the guy behind you, "Is he looking at me?"

"Yeah, he's like totally staring," Chaewon whispers. "Go talk to him."

Before you can ask Yunjin for her opinion (you know that she would agree with Chaewon no matter what), Chaewon shoves you a little and has you stumbling over your shoes in the guy's direction in no time. Luckily for you, the champagne in your glass barely sloshes around, unable to spill all over the guy's shoes.

He looks at you with a small smirk as you blink up at him, "Hi! I haven't seen you a-around here before. I'm Y/N, one of Haknyeon's friends."

You reach out a hand in his direction, which he shakes with a firm grasp. He fully smiles, all of his pearly white showing, and introduces himself. "Yeonjun. I'm a close friend of Hak's, from Korea. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

The way Yeonjun says your name has your heart picking up its pace tenfold. It's nice, almost melodic, the way your name rolls off his tongue. It reminds you of how beautiful poetry sounds when it's read outloud.

"So how's your night been?" you ask. Luckily there's barely any loud music blaring in the kitchen, so you don't have to whisper shout in hopes Yeonjun will hear you.

"It's getting better," he chuckles. "By the way, your dress is very pretty. It fits you really nice."

You curse the lack of alcohol in your system, because you can distinctly feel the way your face flames up at his compliment. Nodding, you thank him, rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment. You look back at your friends who are giving you big smiles and waving in your direction. Yeonjun must be able to see them too, because he chuckles again.

"Are those your friends? They're cute," Yeonjun says.

The way his demeanor hasn't changed one bit has you sweating even more than before. He seemed so charming and charismatic when you first locked eyes, and even now he's smirking at you and making your heart rate spike through the roof.

The universe must hate you because before you can reply to Yeonjun, the world's worst Kim, Kim Sunwoo, greets you. You can feel the way his eyes roam up and down your figure before they reach Yeonjun. Sunwoo tsks loudly, a little unimpressed with him, "Hey Y/N. Nice dress. Yeonjun."

Yeonjun seems to feel the awkward tension between you and Sunwoo, so he steps towards you, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He gives Sunwoo a sup nod, pulling you with him, "Sunwoo. We were just leaving."

Replaying your thoughts from earlier in the day in your head, you don't dare spare Sunwoo a glance. Instead you keep eyes anywhere else, especially on Yeonjun. You watch as Chaewon and Yunjin send you winks as you follow him blindly.

Something in you trusts Yeonjun so easily, as he tugs you through the crowd of drunk students and pulls you up the stairs to the second floor. It's almost like something you'd see in a movie — the protagonist being swept off her feet, away from the antagonist. But would Sunwoo be the antagonist? Who would Yeonjun be? The love interest?

Internally groaning at yourself and your dumb thoughts, you shake your head. You don't believe in fairytales. This is not a fairytale, Y/N.

Your third flaw: you allow your mind to wander aimlessly, even going so far as to imagine yourself getting whisked away into marriage by a cute guy you met less than 15 minutes ago.

"So what have you been doing in New York this past week?" you ask Yeonjun.

You've been laying on his bed for over an hour now, eyes fixed on the chandelier that hangs right above you. You've been talking nonstop about his flight from Korea to New York, your major in humanities, and your disdain for drinking anything type of alcohol but champagne.

"Touristy things. Taking pictutes mostly. But touristy things nonetheless," Yeonjun replies.

His eyes have been glued to your figure the entire time you've been here. They never seem to leave you, not even when you look back at him with an eyebrow raised.

"That sounds... fun? Huh. Why do you keep staring at me like that?" you frown. "Is there something on my face?"

Yeonjun stifles a laugh and shakes his head, "No! I've just been thinking... You'd make the perfect muse for my portfolio."

Perfect... muse...?

You give him an 'are you serious' look and this time Yeonjun actually laughs out loud. His eyes crinkle up into little crescant moons. It feels like time has stopped around you — the ticking of the obnoxious grandfather clock sitting in the corner of the room dissipating into thin air. His smile out-radiates the chandelier above you and you can feel your heart practically slamming itself again your ribcage.

Your heart and your mind are moving way too fast for your liking. You barely have any alcohol in your system and you're already thinking of pulling Yeonjun into a kiss—

"Would you want to?" Yeonjun's sudden question snaps you out of your thoughts and you tilt your head in question. "Be my muse?"

Your heart completely falls out of place and into your stomach. You don't think you can nod any faster than you already are.

"Great."

Fourth flaw? Maybe agreeing to things without thinking them through first, but really... What could go wrong?

day four.

Yeonjun calls you out to Central Park two days after the party. It was a little out of the blue, you got the call around 10:27am, just when you were about to leave your bed to order some bagels to your apartment. You left your apartment in some black Prada dress and a pair of sandals, with your hair still wet and your makeup not set.

Yeonjun meets you at a hot dog stand with his hair slicked back and a grin on his face, "Fresh out of the shower? You must have been eager to see me."

You scoff, eyes rolling. "You wish."

"Mhm, totally," Yeonjun laughs. Looking at the camera hung around his neck, your eyes begin to travel his body. "What?"

"It's 94 degrees out right now and you're standing right here underneath the blazing sun with a knit cardigan around you? Are you crazy?" you ask, dumbfounded. As nice as he looks, you know it's way too hot for any type of cardigan in this weather. "How about we—"

You're cut off by the sound of a shutter going off. narrowing your eyes at Yeonjun, he just motions for you to continue talking as if nothing was going on. As if he wasn't just taking a picture of you talking.

You pout, "I thought we were taking pictures doing touristy things? You know?" Turning to the hot dog vendor, you ask for 2 hot dogs. You pay with the cash Yeonjun handed you earlier and take the change from the vendor.

Yeonjun continously snaps pictures of you, even as you're being handed said hot dogs and squirting ketchup and mustard on them. He hums, "What's more touristy than eating hot dogs in Central Park?"

Taking the two hot dogs, you begin to walk around the park as Yeonjun mindlessly follows you, looking for a better angle to shoot you at. Luckily today is bright and sunny and you look effortlessly stunning in the sunlight.

"I think we should go to the Empire State Building," you state, three bites into your hotdog.

You had finally gotten Yeonjun to give up on his knit cardigan. Deciding to be a gentleman, he draped it along the grass so the two of you could sit down and eat your hotdogs peacefully. You didn't expect him to be wearing a sleeveless button up underneath. It takes a lot of strength to just not eye his arms.

Yeonjun looks at you, confused, almost like he had forgotten his earlier question. "Why?"

"It's such a touristy thing to do!" you exclaim, taking a bite of your hotdog. The ketchup and mustard smear around the corners of your mouth.

Yeonjun gives you his hotdog to hold for a second and you look at him with an eyebrow raised. It hits you once the camera is lifted in front of his face again, shutter going off quickly.

"Why would you do that!" you complain. "I have sauce all over my face! At least get one where I don't look gross."

"Why not? You looked so cute, confused and covered in ketchup," Yeonjun shrugged. He puts the camera back down and leans over, your bare shoulders brushing. "Look at me."

Feeling shy, you turn in Yeonjun's direction, but make sure not to look at him. You're a cynic, sure, but right now, you know that your heart is racing to no end due to the fact that Yeonjun is so close. It also doesn't help that heat must be radiating off your face like it's full of boiling water.

"I said look at me," Yeonjun repeats. You finally look into his eyes and he smirks, bringing his thumb up to the left corner of your mouth and swiping the condiments off your face gently. You watch as he licks the sauce off his thumb then repeats his actions to the other side.

If your heart was racing before, well, you're about to flatline now as your breath hitches in your throat.

Your thoughts are swarming. The first of Yeonjun's few flaws is that he's able to get your heart racing over nothing. He can manage to get you flustered and warm faced in under ten seconds, tops.

Your fifth flaw is that you can easily get flustered over something like this. Heart fluttering gestures always get you going, no matter who's doing it to you.

Yeonjun can only laugh at your flustered state as he grabs your cheeks in his hand, "Don't forget to breathe. You'll die if you don't."

Huffing, you tear your eyes away from his face as you frown, "Would rather die to be honest."

Yeonjun only laughs harder as he pulls away to grab his camera again; this time taking a picture of your pouting face.

Yeonjun's second flaw, you think, is that he has too much fun teasing you. Like he finds actual joy in the way you pout at him to delete those pictures.

"So the Empire State Building, huh? Sure, but isn't it like way pricey to see the very top?" Yeonjun asks, leaning back on his hands once he's finished his hot dog. He watches as you chew slowly, your eyes following the pigeons that walk around the park in search of food.

Picking some bread off your bun, you toss it towards the pigeon closest to you. Then you turn to Yeonjun and shrug, "Yeah, but money isn't really a problem for me."

"Oh, okay. We'll go once you're finished then," Yeonjun hums and turns to focus on the pigeon who comes closer to you, probably wanting more food. He picks up his camera and gets up from his spot to kneel a few feet away. He quickly snaps a few shots of you throwing pieces of your hotdog bun to the pigeon. You're smiling in one of them, unbeknownst to you.

"The total is two hundred dollars and thirty four cents," the attendant at the window tells you. The two hour wait in line better be worth it, you think. You've actually never been to the Empire State Building before, despite being a New York resident for your entire life.

You smile at her and then look at Yeonjun, raising an eyebrow, "Do you have my purse?"

Yeonjun makes a face at you and shrugs, "I thought you didn't bring a purse?"

Your expression of nonchalance quickly changes to one of confusion, then one of frustration. You really didn't bring anything with you? How stupid of you—

Before you can continue scolding yourself in your mind, someone in line behind you begins to complain, so you quickly apologize to the attendant before pulling Yeonjun with you towards the building's exit. You huff, looking up at Yeonjun with a dejected look on your face, "I'm so sorry, Yeonjun—"

"Hmm, don't worry about it, yeah? We can always come back tomorrow. And besides, I really only wanted to take pictures of you and the view, so don't sweat it," Yeonjun replies lightheartedly. He takes one of your cheeks between his fingers and squeezes lightly, causing you to whine. "Cheer up! Let's go do something else."

You think your sixth flaw is that you get upset really easily, even over the smallest things. You think your small mistake will put a big damper on the mood.

But Yeonjun's third flaw is that he doesn't blame you for small mistakes and he's quick to cheer you up, even if he hasn't known you for very long.

As you two stand outside the Empire State Building, Yeonjun suddenly seems to have an idea! moment as he snaps his fingers. He watches as you frown at him in confusion, eyeing him as he picks up his camera and takes pictures of you. Those are probably going to be the worst pictures of you ever taken because A.) you're in a bad mood due to some stupid mistake you made and B.) Yeonjun is literally taking pictures of you glaring at him in confusion. You hope he isn't going to get these printed in the future or anything because you would hate to see yourself like this.

Once he finishes (not that it takes very long), Yeonjun makes his way back to you and laces your fingers together, slowly pulling you through the streets of Manhattan.

He leads you to a small pizza place, where he finally looks at you for the first time in a while. Yeonjun mirrors your frown as the two of you enter the pizza place.

"Come on, Y/N, cheer up! I'll buy you an entire pizza," Yeonjun pleads, small smile on his face as you make your way to the counter. "I promise we'll go back there tomorrow."

Yeonjun's promise makes your heart ache; not to mention the amount of effort he's putting into cheering you up. You don't think Sunwoo would even notice if you were upset.

"Fine," you grumble.

And as if on cue, Yeonjun smiles and kisses your temple, as he whispers, "That's my girl."

Your heart doesn't stop racing the entire time you're in the pizza place. It doesn't even stop racing on the subway ride to your apartment.

After an extra large pepperoni pizza, you find yourself laying on your bed, face inches away from Yeonjun's. He's much prettier up close; bright eyes, button nose, pouty lips... He is exactly a man fresh from a fairytale. Except fairytales don't exist.

You sigh and watch as Yeonjun brings up two fingers to press gently on your cheek, "What're you thinking of?"

"Mm, nothing really," you mutter, reaching up to grab at his hand. "How much longer are you staying in New York?"

Yeonjun's eyes leave yours to admire the butterfly lights that decorate your bedframe. He frowns, "3 more days."

Your mouth drops into an "o" shape as you process his words. Shifting yourself into a more comfortable position, you ask quietly, "And for those remaining 3 days, what will you do?"

Another flaw of yours is that you tend to get your hopes up. The dying hopeless romantic in you hopes that Yeonjun will want to spend his remaining days with you. But you feel like you know he won't.

Yeonjun chuckles as he brings his eyes to yours again, "Continue to take pictures of you."

Your breath hitches once again. There's no way he wants to spend the rest of his trip following you around New York and taking pictures of you. You probably won't ever see him again after this, so why would he?

"What?" he asks, as you continue to eye him. "Can't spend my days with a beautiful girl?"

"Hmm, no," you reply, the confusing glint in your eyes quickly replaced with a playful one. You lace your fingers together as you smirk, "What if I get tired of you within those 3 days?"

"I'll make sure you won't," Yeonjun smirks back. He brings your hand up to his lips to press a chaste kiss on the back of it as he gets up. "Well, today was fun! I'll see you tomorrow; don't forget your purse this time. Have a good night, yeah?"

As Yeonjun makes his way around your bed, he doesn't forget to kiss your cheek before he leaves. The racing of your heart at his little actions leave you breathless and unable to sleep the entire night.

day three.

You meet Yeonjun at the Empire State Building at the tip top of the morning (read: it's 10:30am) in a little Chanel number and matching strappy purse. You had to not only double, but triple check that you actually brought your purse with you and that your wallet was actually inside of it.

"Ponytail today?" Yeonjun's voice came from behind you as you turn to meet his gaze. He's clad in a sleeveless turtleneck and some checkered pants. "Cute."

At his observation and simple response, you could feel heat around your neck area. You find it completely unfair that he could rile you up with just a simple smile and three words. You haven't even known him that long either, which makes you feel even worse.

Still, you smile back at him and thank him. One of his hands travels down to your waist and pulls you close, your heart nearly erupting out of your chest at the action.

"How are you feeling?" Yeonjun asks, eyes looking down at your outfit. "Oh, and you brought your purse today, that's good."

"Um, I couldn't sleep well last night," you grumble. "So I had to make up for it with two layers of concealer. I probably look horrible."

"Hmm, I didn't notice. Let me see your face," Yeonjun replies. He lets go of your waist so he can cup both of your cheeks, eyes scanning your face for any sort of imperfection. This action has you incredibly nervous for some reason, like you're almost terrified of looking less than perfect for him. But Yeonjun just pulls back with a smile as you narrowly avoid eye contact. "You look the same way you did yesterday: perfect. Sure you've got a little puffiness under your eyes, but that just adds to your cuteness."

The couple behind you just coos at how adorable they think the interaction is — this makes you want the building to open up and swallow you whole. How does Yeonjun know just what to say to get your heart racing? Are you actually falling for it?

Groaning internally, you pout at Yeonjun who just smiles at you, "What? You are very cute."

You frown, "Can't you tell me I look bad or something?"

"Okay, fine. You look like crap," Yeonjun deadpans, to your dismay.

"Yeonjun!"

A camera is quickly shoved in your face and the shutter goes off as you frown at him even more.

"What? You told me to say that," Yeonjun chuckles, as he brings the camera back down.

You huff and Yeonjun grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it quickly, "I'm just kidding. You look very lovely this morning, even with very little sleep."

Compared to your heart, the line moves abysmally slow, and you inch towards the attendant every ten or so minutes. You wish that the line would disappear so you could this over with quickly. You're not sure you can take your heart racing for the next hour or so.

The trip to the very top of the Empire State Building is not worth the two hundred dollars you gave the attendent, you figure. You're glued to Yeonjun's side as he snaps photos of the breathtaking view, which you think is rather mundane. You could easily get this view from Chaewon's penthouse if you tried hard enough.

"Anything the matter?" Yeonjun asks, eyes still trained on the buildings that stretch beyond his view. "You've been frowning the entire time we've been here."

"I just thought, I don't know, that it would be better?" you shrug. Yeonjun just laughs at your response, pulling you in front of him so he can get pictures of you frowning at the scenery. He puts the camera down for a split second to gesture at you to pose better. "Do I really have to pose?"

Despite your whine, you make sure your back is erect as you force a smile at him. Then you hold out a hand so it looks like you're holding all of these little buildings in your palm.

Suddenly, a woman begins to whisper to Yeonjun, who only smiles and nods in return. He hands her the camera and rushes over to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush into his side. The two of you pose for a while, smiles on your faces as the woman takes photos.

She hands the camera back to Yeonjun, smiling, "Such a beautiful couple. Have a great rest of your day, you two!"

Before you can refute her claims, Yeonjun waves at her, "Thank you, goodbye!"

You look at Yeonjun with an accusatory stare, hands planted on your hips and all, as he grins sheepishly, "That was the only way I could get photos of us together."

You purse your lips, nodding at him. He grabs a hand and interlocks your fingers as he leads you to the elevator, his bare arm pressing against yours, "Lunch?"

"Of course. What do you suppose we do after lunch?" you reply, squeezing past the family of 7 who just stepped off the elevator. You hold the doors open for a few more people and then look up at Yeonjun, who's been watching you the entire time.

"Mm, we can go to Hak's place and I can take pictures of you being domestic," Yeonjun suggests.

"Are you suggesting I cook for you?" you ask.

"Maybe."

Another one of Yeonjun's flaws is that he makes even the most boring of things seem fun. You can't cook, but for him, you will surely try.

Your flaw? Easily agreeing to anything Yeonjun suggests, because maybe, you're just a smidge attracted to him. Yes, just a smidge.

Cooking turned out to be a total disaster. You burnt the onions and the garlic, left the pasta noodles in the water till they were mushy, and you set the bread on fire. Not bad for your second try cooking.

The everso lovely Yeonjun managed to get all of it on photo — from your panicked state at the small flames on the sourdough to your confused expression when you checked on the penne. You have half of a mind to tell him to stop taking pictures of you, but the other half convinces you that once he stops, you won't have anything else to do.

Yeonjun finally submits your uberEats order and turns to you with a shit eating grin on his face, "Wasn't that fun?"

"Watching me set fire to bread is fun?" you frown, taking the seat on Haknyeon's leather couch furthest from Yeonjun. You bring your legs up so your feet rest on his lap.

"Yes," Yeonjun laughs. The sound set off an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. He smiles at you then, soft and tender, "Don't worry, I'll cook for you next time. But I won't set the bread on fire."

Your heart sort of hiccups at the mention of a next time. What does he mean? Like as in tomorrow, next time? Or a completely different next time?

You don't want to get your hopes up, so you ask, "What do you mean by next time?"

"Like when I come back to see you," Yeonjun answers matter-of-factly. "Did you think I was just going to take a bunch of pictures of you and then never see you again?"

"To be honest, yeah..." you mumble, hiding your face behind your hands. Yeonjun's words got you dizzy — the fact that he wants to travel just to see you again makes your mind go blank.

"Why? You're my muse," Yeonjun muses. "I could never just leave you like that."

Yeonjun's newest flaw is that he knows just what to say to you, as if he can read your mind. He knows just what to say to leave you a flustered mess, mind both empty and full of racing thoughts at the same time.

"Would you actually fly back to see me?" you ponder. A pout graces your features and you watch as Yeonjun's eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and lips.

"Anytime you want me to," Yeonjun grins. "C'mere."

He opens his arms and gestures for you to come over. You shift and crawl into his arms, head pressed against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat. Yeonjun begins to hum as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

Mesmerized by the timber of Yeonjun's voice and his soft breaths, you close your eyes and begin to think about how this feel so natural. You have never even met Yeonjun before, but this seems... almost like it was meant to be. Your friendship (if you could call it that) and everything leading up to this feels pure. Yeonjun just nuzzling his nose into your hair as you cuddle? Almost instinctive. You and Yeonjun have come together so easily; it seems like you and him being this close is just your usual everyday shenanigans.

But the way your heart has been racing reminds you it's nothing of the sort.

Logic and reasoning be damned. If fairytales are real, so be it. For now, you want to believe in love at first sight and happy endings.

day two.

You agree to meet Yeonjun at the Nintendo NYC store, to his very, very annoying insistence. He greets you with an iced coffee and a kiss to the cheek — something you find you need every morning now.

"I thought it would be nice to get matching plushies," Yeonjun grins as he leads you into the store.

Despite living in New York, you've never actually been to this store, not even when Sakura begged and begged you for weeks. So stepping foot in it now with Yeonjun feels like you're on an entirely different planet.

Yeonjun reaches behind him and laces your free hand with his. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he winks, "You know, just in case you get lost or something."

You scoff playfully and roll your eyes, yet still allow him to drag you around the store excitedly. He pulls you towards the Pokemon display and ushers you beside the main character.

"Say cheese!" Yeonjun grins as he brings his camera up towards his face. You huff, squatting down to the character's level, and put up two peace signs, one near your face and the other behind the main character's head. "Okay, one more!"

You hastily change your pose this time and frame your face with your hands like a flower. Yeonjun's smile grows even bigger at your uncertain smile and your clumsiness, as you fall from your squat getting up from your pose.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" Yeonjun asks as his hand finds yours again, pulling you up the stairs of the store.

"You only say it like every two hours, Yeonjun," you laugh in reply.

"Well, I mean it!" Yeonjun retorts. He pulls you towards the Animal Crossing display with ease, eyes trailing over the available plushies.

There's a little girl debating on which plushie she should get, and in her hands is the last Reese plushie. Yeonjun lets go of your hand to bend down to her level as he smiles at her.

"Hi! Are you getting the last Reese plushie?" he asks her.

"I'm not sure," she shrugs at him.

"Well, I was wondering if you could give it to me so my girlfriend and I could get matching Reese and Cyrus plushies. We really wanted to get them so she won't forgot me when I go back home," Yeonjun explains.

You watch as the girl's eyes go big as she looks at you and she hands the Reese plushie over to Yeonjun, "Oh! Sure! I hope you and your girlfriend can get married like Reese and Cyrus."

Yeonjun just chuckles at her response as he replies, "Thank you! Have a good day."

Yeonjun then comes back to you with the Reese plushie in one hand and a Cyrus plushie in the other. You glare at him with your hands on your hips, and Yeonjun takes this oppurtunity to shoot a picture of you and Tom Nook in the background.

"What?" he asks sheepishly as you take the plushies from his hold. "I had to! How else were we supposed to get matching plushies?"

"Not by lying to little girls!" you huff. His arm then sneaks around your shoulder as you walk towards the Lego section. "Thank you though, these are really cute."

"Yeah, yeah. Which do you want? Personally I want Reese," Yeonjun comments. You turn to him with yet another pout and he, like always, just laughs. "What? She's cute, she reminds me of you."

"So I get Cyrus then?" you ask in return and Yeonjun nods. "Then I'll call him Jjunnie."

"Good," Yeonjun says.

The look of fondness on Yeonjun's face as he smiles at you is something you don't think you could ever forget. The tenderness behind his eyes as he looked at you will be something you could find yourself remembering forever; the image etched into the back of your eyelids so even when you close your eyes you can see it.

Yeonjun's blazer works itself as a makeshift blanket as you lay on it, waiting for Yeonjun to return from his trip to the sandwich store.

Yeonjun consumes your thoughts as you blink up lazily at the clouds in the bright blue sky, the curls in your hair cushioning your head.

Yeonjun is not just some guy you met a few days ago, you think. Yeonjun is the man of your dreams — patient, caring, and kind as he presses chaste kisses into the palm of your hand without a care in the world. Yeonjun is the person who holds your hand when you're anxious and whispers sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. Yeonjun is—

Yeonjun is hovering right above you, face a mere few inches from yours as he blinks down at you, "I got us meatball subs."

"Did you also get fries?" you ask, sitting up. Yeonjun dusts off your back and your shoulders as you make room for him on his blazer.

"Yes, just like you asked," he nods. He sits down and hands you a sub, warm and toasty. "I didn't know what drink you wanted so I just got you a lemonade."

"Good," you say, already digging into your sub. "I love lemonade."

"You're like the girl of my dreams," Yeonjun says nonchalantly.

That alone has you choking on a meatball and coughing into your hand. Yeonjun brings a hand up to gently hit your back, trying to get the meatball out of your esophagus.

If you were the girl of his dreams before, you certainly aren't now after your entire choking fit. You turn to Yeonjun with tear-lined eyes and a blank stare.

"Too much?" Yeonjun asks with a playful smile. You nod and Yeonjun laughs, continuing, "I know we haven't known each other long, but there's just something about you. I feel like I've known you forever and at the same time, I want to get to know you more. You're like some sort of paradox I dreamt up, but you're real."

The tears start cascading down your cheeks and you must think you look stupid as hell, crying while eating a meatball sub. It totally doesn't help that you've got marinara sauce around your mouth.

Instead of taking a picture of you looking like a mess, like he always does, Yeonjun puts his sub down, grabbing your face and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He then trails his thumbs up and down your cheekbones, collecting your tears.

"You know, you're kinda funny— tearing up while eating your meatball sub. You're so cute, Y/N. You make me wanna stay with you forever," Yeonjun mumbles as he wipes away the last of your tears. You let out a giggle at his statement and a soft smile appears on his face at the sound of your laughter. "There she is. Keep smiling, yeah?"

You scoff a bit, but continue smiling nonetheless as Yeonjun drops his hold of your face and goes back to eating his sub. His words ring throughout your mind as you bring your attention back to your sub.

You make me wanna stay with you forever...

Right. Yeonjun is leaving tomorrow. There's a sudden weight placed on your shoulders and you can help but deflate with a sudden dull aching in your system. Tomorrow you have to say goodbye to the man who's kept you on your toes for a while. The same man who made your heart race with every smile and every laugh and every snort and every scoff. A part of you wants to go to the airport before his flight and beg him to stay. But why?

Another of Yeonjun's flaws is that he has you questioning yourself for no good reason. He causes madness and confusion and chaos. Your flaw is that you accept it readily with open arms.

Yeonjun sits on the plush rug of your bedroom, focus concentrated on the Nintendo Lego set placed in front of him. He sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth as he focuses on sticking blocks together. He looks really cute with his messy hair and his glasses on the tip of his nose.

Yeonjun's camera is discarded on your bed, at your feet. You grab it and look at Yeonjun through the viewfinder. He doesn't pay you any mind as he continues building his set. The shutter goes off as you press the capture button at the perfect moment.

Yeonjun looks up at you in surprise then as you continue capturing photos of him in his element, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking pictures of you," you answer, taking another photo of Yeonjun's blank stare. "Why?"

"It should be the other way around," he replies, getting up from his spot and making his way to the bed. He takes a seat in front of you, sitting on his feet as he places his hands on his knees, looking at you with an eyebrow raised as if to challenge you.

You raise the camera back up to your face and bring the viewfinder to your eye, pressing the capture button as Yeonjun lunges toward you, hands reaching for the camera. Quickly, you raise the camera as high as you can, hoping Yeonjun's arms aren't long enough to reach. Instead of sitting up right, Yeonjun pushes you onto your back and he hovers above you, only a hairs length away.

You watch as his eyes travel up and down your face, stopping at your lips. Sighing, you place the camera on your bedside table then wrap your arms around Yeonjun's neck, pulling him closer to you.

He's the one who presses his lips to yours as his hands find your waist. He tastes of iced coffee as you smile into the kiss, trying to pull Yeonjun closer than he already is. With a tilt of his head, Yeonjun deepens the kiss. The dull ache in your bones from before is gone — it's been replaced with adrenaline, the electricity between you and Yeonjun keeping your head up in the clouds. You're dizzy with relief as Yeonjun pulls away, brushing some hair out of your face as he smiles at you.

"Sorry. Been wanting to do that for a while now," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh, don't w-worry about it," you laugh as well, "I really liked it."

"Oh? Good," Yeonjun smiles. The warmth of his smile knocks the breath out of you as he leans back down again, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You swear you were very quick to notice things like this, but maybe not this time. The way you feel right now about Yeonjun is like standing in shallow water. Something happens — a smile, a laugh, a lingering stare — and all of sudden a large wave comes and knocks you down. It takes a while to get up, for your heart to stop racing from the adrenaline, to dry yourself of the water, but then another thing happens and you're knocked down again.

And it happens over and over and over again till you're held underwater by the crushing ache of your heart, unable to breathe. But then Yeonjun just looks over at you with a soft smile, then a wink, followed by a giggle when he notices your flustered state and then all of a sudden, you're released. It's like you've taken your first breath of air; your lungs no longer suffering from lack of oxygen and you can breathe again.

Again, another of Yeonjun's flaws is that he can make you feel like you're drowning, but at the same time, he's also the one pulling you up for air. It's quite a confusing feeling.

day one.

After waking up in Yeonjun's arms, you reach for your clock. It reads 12:17pm. Yeonjun's flight is in four hours. You turn around and peck his chin, hoping that he wakes up from the light sensation.

"Yeonjun, we should really get up now. You've got to head to Hak's and get your things," you mutter. You lightly trace Yeonjun's features with your index finger and his eyelashes flutter in response.

"What if I don't want to go?" he whines, pulling you closer to him. "What if I wanna stay here with you?"

You laugh, cupping his cheeks between your hands, "You have to go back. Your mom will be sad if you don't show up at the airport."

"She'll understand— young love and being impulsive, yadda yadda," he replies with his eyes still closed.

You scoff, "You're really going to stand your mom up at the airport?"

"It's not like I haven't done it before," Yeonjun mumbles.

"You're such a bad son!" you exclaim.

"I'll just FaceTime her! I'll explain everything to her," Yeonjun retorts. "'Mom, I fell in love at first sight with this girl wearing a three thousand dollar dress and now I'm going to live out my dreams as her freelance photographer!'"

"Wait, Yeonjun, what did you say?" your jaw hangs slack at his statement and just in time, Yeonjun opens an eye. He picks up his phone and takes a photo of you with your jaw hanging open.

"What? That I fell in love with you at first sight?" Yeonjun shrugs like it's not a big deal. "I just saw you and knew that you were the one."

"Yeonjun, you can't just say that!" you whine. "You can't just get my heart racing and then leave me for Korea!"

"Exactly why I'm staying," Yeonjun mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your neck. "I want to stay with you. And I want to love you. And I want you to love me back."

You let out a groan at his words and shut your eyes tight.

"Fine," you mumble. Yeonjun just grips your waist tighter at your response.

Yeonjun's last flaw? He makes you believe in fairytales. He gets your heart racing at his cheesy lines, he pours his heart out to you, and he falls in love with you within a week. He confesses to you in your bed and he tells you he wants to stay with you. He nuzzles his sleepy face into your neck and falls asleep like that, as if you weren't having a very important conversation before.

He treats you the way you deserve to be treated, even you make little mistakes. He doesn't blame you for mishaps and he doesn't yell at you for wrongdoings. Instead, he kisses your forehead and tells you it'll be okay and he wipes your tears away with little strokes of his thumb. He kisses your cheek good morning and he kisses your cheek goodnight. He makes you believe that you are easy to love — that you are lovable. That you are flawless.

And the one thing that gets you is that you feel the same way. Yeonjun is the man of your dreams — someone you haven't known for very long, but there's just something about him. You feel like you've known him forever and at the same time, you want to get to know him more. He's like some sort of paradox you dreamt up, but he's real. You were right the first time you thought this. Yeonjun is the man of your dreams — patient, caring, and kind as he presses chaste kisses into the palm of your hand without a care in the world. Yeonjun is the person who holds your hand when you're anxious and whispers sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down.

Fuck Sunwoo and whatever he did to you. Fuck the you of the past — the cynical, bitter girl who didn't believe in love at first sight and fairytales and true love's kiss. Your last flaw is that you'll let Yeonjun make you believe in fairytales. Whatever this is, you love it. You don't think you could ever get enough.

Yeonjun is the prince in the every fairytale and you are his princess. The you of the past be damned, this isn't something you could have ever seen coming. Yeonjun makes you believe in love. And you're kind of happy about that.

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut (I'm not sure about this, but if my bestie wants it, I might add I lmao)

Content Warnings: University au!; mutual pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might well turn suggestive

Word Count: 1.96k words

Mellow speaks: The first part is here!!! I honestly can't believe I came up with this idea in a dream lol. I'm enjoying writing it, so I hope you guys look forward to more parts!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @yogurteume @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi @yogurteume @blahbluhblahbluh @yeonyeonyeonjun @yjs6x @silent--cry (this one's for you my love)

(Taglist is open!! Send in an ask/dm to be added, or simply comment under this post!)

Next》

You're back at last, and despite having had been away for months on end, it seems that the campus you had come to adore over your years as a student hasn't changed one bit during your absence. No, it's still the same, buzzing with people both known and new, some roaming across the gravel and others seated at the benches. The fro-yo shop at the left-hand corner catering to a whole line of of expectant customers, and the sound of Kai's voice, slightly off-note on purpose to "attract listeners" (his own words, not Taehyun's) filtering through the speakers and telling you it's time for the radio's afternoon show. Yeah, everything's the same, and boy are you glad to be back.

Don't get this twisted though. You were more than grateful for the opportunity of going to Australia for the exchange programme, and you're even more grateful as you think back to all the interesting stuff you learned and all the sweet memories you made during your stay. But that doesn't mean you didn't miss being back home in Seoul, didn't miss your weekly trips to the fro-yo counter just to get a student discount. Didn't miss seeing Beomgyu being weird in class, or didn't miss sipping on your latte with Taehyun while judging Soobin as he tried to ask his crush out (something he finally did manage to do while you were away, much to your dismay).

And most of all, it definitely doesn't mean you didn't miss a certain someone, because you did. You did miss him, much more than you'd care to admit. The late-night and early morning video calls weren't nearly enough to fill the void that having to navigate your days without him had left inside your heart, and it's no lie that right now, you're counting down the minutes till you can meet him again. That's the thought you have in mind when Kai's voice breaks you out of it, a giggle to be heard from the tiny intercoms spread throughout the balconies and roofs of the buildings.

"You're favorite boy Kai is back!," his high-pitched tone carrying through the air as a groan from Taehyun follows soon after, their wordless banter making you let out a chuckle. "Some things never change," you mutter to yourself, tuning in to the news segment just so you know all the juice before stepping back into college life. But what you hear instead is nothing short of a scream of excitement, a gasp slipping past your lips at the suddenness.

"Now as you all know, our lovely Y/N, the heart of our campus, has come back from her trip to Australia. And as her best friend, I think it's my duty to-," Kai says all to happily, only to be cut off by Taehyun's panicked voice as he says something that makes you raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I'm sorry for that Yeonjun. Everyone knows Y/N's your best friend, Kai was just being stupid. Ignore him,"his words bleed through, the mention of a particular name making your ears perk up.

Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun, the clueless campus heartthrob and your best friend since first year of college. Despite being a year elder to you, his annoyingly adorable ways did help him wiggle into your life, and eventually, your heart. You hadn't planned for it to happen, but how could you not melt when he was always popping up by your side at random times, just to "steal you away" and take you to his spot, the small room on the rooftop which he claimed to have discovered. How could you not melt when he was always there to stop people from waking you up when you fell asleep in the library, threatening to blast them off to space if they ruined your nap.

Yet, all you had thought of it was a simple crush, confident that it would go away when you left for your programme. But as your eyes scan the grounds and halls for any signs of his mop of hair (which you know from all the selfies is blue now), you're not so sure anymore. Because how can you be when the past few months, the only thing that's been keeping the homesickness at bay has been his constant words of encouragement, his efforts to sneak in a "Good morning" and "Good night" every day without fail, despite it not being an obligation.

Yeonjun has been nothing but supportive of your effort to broaden your horizons, and he's been telling you the same thing over every text message and through every video call, day in and day out. He didn't need to put it into words, it was plenty evident from the way he told you he said "I miss you" but never lingered on that thought too long, afraid of making you change your mind. And if you had expected the softness in your heart to go away as the skyline of South Korea had receded into the distance, his actions and gentle sure did prove you wrong.

That's why, here you are now, letting your feet carry you through the corridors of the university, your eyes peeking into every nook and cranny in the hopes of discovering the person you're searching for. Your best friend, after all, is the person you want to meet first "He was supposed to meet me near the archway," you mutter to yourself, shaking your head a little as you continue down the halls, turning up no luck in the cafeteria or even the dance room, the two places you know he loves the most. Except......

"Of course!," are your words at the very next moment, your hand flying to your forehead as you think of the one place he can be. Before you know it, you're jogging, your feet slapping against the hard ground as you make your way towards the gymnasium hall. Why, you ask? Because in case you've forgotten, that's the building whose top floor happens to be the home to the radio room, the place where you had, quite literally, run into a wall during your freshman year, on your way for an interview.

The wall in question, rather obviously, was the toned chest of none other than Yeonjun, the hottie who was notorious for being absolutely in the dark about how he made head turns and hearts ache with a simple smile of his. That was your first meeting with him, but by no means did it become your last, the stars aligning in a way to orchestrate meeting after meeting. Soon enough, he was your co-host on the morning show, the sleepy expression on his face as he walked into the station with a boba in hand making your cheeks flush every morning.

To put it short, it was bit too adorable for you to handle. His hair a little messy from the shower, and his cheeks still puffed-up from the late-night snacking, something he had told you quite early on was his favorite pastime. And that wasn't all he had told you either, his witty oneliners and quirky, completely random thoughts always managing to catch you off-guard as you got ready for another "Wakey wakey" over your mic. But your chemistry with him was undeniable, the Y/NJun duo quickly becoming a fan-favorite. And with that, blossomed the beginning of a beautiful friendship with the man you had affectionately come to call "Jjun."

The rest, as they say, is history, your mind swimming with memories that threaten to make you smile and weep at the same time. "He must be in there," you think to yourself, turning the last corner between you and the gymnasium. But the very next moment, you're suddenly stopping, skidding your feet against the gravel as you let out a gasp. It takes you a minute to process the sight in front of you, your eyes scanning over the giant blue and pink banner that welcomes you back.

That's not all that's waiting for you though, because right under the banner, stands a whole group of people, the figures of most of them rather easily discernable as they face away from you. That is, until one of them, one with a fading blue haircolor, starts to turn around, the smile that you've missed so much finally greeting you in the face. And then, you're running again, actually dashing this time, your form throwing itself at Yeonjun as your arms get wrapped around his shoulders, his own snaking around your waist.

Next thing you know, he's lifting you up, laughs to be heard from everywhere around you as he spins you, his own laughter rumbling through his chest. It's in that moment that you notice the tears that are now streaming down your cheeks, the months of being away from him hitting you like a truck. Everything fades away into the wind, only Yeonjun and you being left behind, at least in your mind's eye. It's just the two of you, perfect like always, not needing anyone else.

When he puts you down, it's like you can't being yourself to tear your gaze away from his eyes, his head bent slightly as he looks down at you with the softest expression on his face. "Hi," is all you can say, finding yourself at a loss for words the longer you stare at him. It's hard to fathom that he's finally there, finally in front of you, and not just waving at you through a screen. This moment is perfect, and you don't want it to break. Ever.

Except it does, a giant Soobin lurching in to steal you away, hugging you super tight and crying about how he missed you. It's not like you can bring yourself to be mad at him though, because you did miss him too. After that, it's an slew of hugs and kisses and shouts of "Welcome back." The kisses, of course, are from Beomgyu, your eyes voluntarily flicking over to the eldest among you to gauge his reaction.

But he's not there, making your scrunch your brows in confusion for just a second until Taehyun pulls you to the side, complaining about everyone, especially Kai. And all you can do is laugh at that, your heart warming at getting back all the things you missed so dearly. It's mid-laughter that you hear Yeonjun's voice cut through the air, your head turning towards the sound as yet another gasp slips past your lips. A huge cake, bearing your face, is what greets you, a grinning Yeonjun looking at you expectantly.

"Surprise," he whispers, smile widening as your eyes move from the cake to him and back. After what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to squeak out a "I- Jjun-," only to be cut off by a feminine voice. "It's so nice to meet you at last, Y/N," a girl comes into view, his voice warm and his smile friendly. But she's someone you don't recognize, aside from the fact that she seems a couple years younger. "I've heard so much about you from everyone, especially Yeonjun," she quips, sticking a hand out for you to shake.

But you only look at her in confusion, your face morphing into one of perplexity when she links her arm with Yeonjun. "Your Yeonjun," your mind says, though he's not really yours to keep. Not yet, anyway. Seeing you zoning out, your best friend is quick to spill out an introduction. "Y/N, meet Sara, a freshman and my-," he begins, but it's the girl next to him who completes the sentence, saying something that you're not sure you hear correctly.

"His girlfriend."

Girlfriend. Yeonjun has a girlfriend. That's when it all comes crashing down.

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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Imagine

💭 ✩ synopsis: coming back after moving away was awesome! Seeing your old friends, old apartment, old neighbors, childhood friends and yeonjun. Yeonjun had been your crush for years, you tried giving him hints that you liked him but he didn't get them. Planning to confess before you moved away was probably the worst idea you had but it never even happened. Rumors spread about your return but supposedly, you and your boyfriend are returning. What happens when yeonjun contacts you and all your old feelings for him you thought went away come rushing back?

Taglist: open! (Send an ask or comment to be added!)

A/n: this is lowkey boring but most first chapters are boring 😭😭

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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these endless summer nights | c.yj

inspired by the song endless summer by cashae. you should give it a listen :) also I am experimenting w new fic layouts so sorry if everything’s a little different atm 💕

(note: this was originally posted for svt hoshi but I thought the concept fit yeonjun will enough with a few tweaks for character/personality - this is NOT plagiarism!)

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au, summer romance!au

Triggers: allusions to sex (nothing graphic), drinking

Word Count: 7k

This summer feels endless, spent in each other’s arms.

Hoshi (SVT) Ver. | TXT Masterlist

You got me wrapped around your finger

Every moment I see you

At the end of the night I’m begging please, don’t go

When you wake to summer sunshine streaming through the slats of your window, the first thing you see is the mop of hair that is decidedly not yours sharing the pillow beneath your head.

“Oh my god.”

The sleeping boy doesn’t awaken, which gives you a moment to process the embarrassment of having spoken to no one at all, as well as relive the memories that brought you to this moment right here.

A party you weren’t supposed to be at but that Woooyoung invited you to anyway. Drinks, music – conversation over a thumping bass with people you had just met, some games where you learned too much and laughed too loud. Someone’s hand on your knee as you spun a bottle, giggling like a teenager, then sharp eyes smiling into yours and that same hand drifting up to touch your cheek as you leaned in, mind abuzz and lips tingling as people cheered in the background –

The boy in your bed right now, soft breaths still fluttering gentle against your skin.

This time, as your eyes drift to the hair spread across your pillow, you don’t say a word. Instead you lift a hand from the rumpled sheets to touch the mop, running your fingers lightly through the soft strands. It was styled last night, you think – artfully windswept like he’d spent the day at the beach nearby, those sharp eyes crinkled into the smile he greeted you with as he laughed under the sun.

“Isn’t it a little weird to be touching a stranger’s hair while they’re sleeping?”

The words that burst from your lips are a lot stronger than oh my god this time.

Dark eyes blink open, already narrowing into that laughing smile you were remembering just moments prior. And as his gaze meets yours under the light spilling through the window, right after you had just started to calm your heartbeat, you have to take a moment to catch your breath again.

“I think I touched a lot more last night,” you finally say. He’s still so close, hasn’t bothered to shift away or move at all from his place against the pillow. If you wanted, you could give in to the lingering urge to press closer, closer, and have those lips against yours once more.

When he laughs, raspy with sleep but bright as the sun, the urge only grows stronger.

“Fair enough.” He shifts, then, letting the blankets slip from his bare shoulders. “So what happens now?”

What happens now, indeed. Not kissing, probably. But you don’t want to part from this sunshine boy either, don’t want to leave behind the messy hair and blooming smile and strong, gentle touch you remember he used with you last night, hands soft and warm against your skin.

Maybe for another one night stand you would’ve showed him the door, bade him a polite goodbye and never thought about him again. But today, as you shrug off the blankets, letting them pool around your waist…

You smile back.

And as he stares up at you with sunlight dancing in his eyes, you dare to believe he finds your grin as beautiful as you find his.

“I’m kind of hungry,” you say. “Breakfast?”

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➷ a star called you | c.bg

ᯤ pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

ᯤ genre(s): social media au (semi sometimes), college au, band txt, slice of life, fluff, crack, maybe some angst?

ᯤ warning(s): language, gyu gets wasted in a chapter, mentions of food, chapter-specific warnings will be listed on said chapters.

ᯤ synopsis: yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

ᯤ release date: 28 June 2021 – 30 August 2021

ᯤ status: completed.

profiles || chapter 1: “SIMP” || chapter 2: “flowers” || chapter 3: “hope, cheerful thoughts & friendship” || chapter 4: “yogurt” || chapter 5: “agreeing with soobin” || chapter 6: “dear sputnik” || chapter 7: “tuesdays” || chapter 8: “i’m telling your mom” || chapter 9: “f2l” || chapter 10: “arthur, guinevere & lancelot” || chapter 11: “another contender” || chapter 12: “blowing my cover” || chapter 13: “technical difficulties” || chapter 14: “panicking” || chapter 15: “on your side” || chapter 16: “a thimble” || chapter 17: “drought” || chapter 18: “smoke” || chapter 19: “ynsplace” || chapter 20: “modern society” || chapter 21: “phase zero” || chapter 22: “my love” || chapter 23: “lover boy” || chapter 24: “mourning clothes” || chapter 25: “karen” || chapter 26: “kimb187” || chapter 27: “technicalities” || chapter 28: “mayday” || chapter 29: “sour” || chapter 30: “otp” || chapter 31: “rock-a-bye beomgyu” || chapter 32: “trust” || chapter 33: “plushies” || chapter 34: “twinks” || chapter 35: “steve” || chapter 36: ghosting || chapter 37: “air supply” || chapter 38: “robbed” || chapter 39: “asanoya” || chapter 40: “lover not a fighter” || chapter 41: “party pooper” || chapter 42: “big brain era” || chapter 43: “a bad tamale” || chapter 44: “boomer” || chapter 45: “hocus pocus” || chapter 46: “snack cupboard” || chapter 47: “not daijoubu” || chapter 48: “soulmates” || chapter 49: “angel313” — bonus !! || chapter 50: “a star called you” [end]

a moodboard for yn & gyu from @yoonzinoswife 🥺

when subin and yn go costume shopping by @yoonzinoswife

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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Angel or Devil?

Summary: Senior year was the year you had to focus on your school work - college was your first priority. Well….that’s until a certain boy steals your attention.

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x f!reader

Genre: fluff x (eventual angst - possible smut)

Words: 7.1k

A/N: this is a long one yall, didn’t know where to cut it off lol XD

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Senior Year….

Senior year was your final year to prove you were ready for college. The year that will set your future straight. The year that will send you on your way to a much easier simple life. You have goals to set and you weren’t gonna let anything get in the way.

Until him….

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sooxmoonlight · 2 years

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literally made my eyes bawling 🥺

★ through the dark | c.yj

▰ genre: comfort, fluff, tinge of angst

▰ word count: 3.2k

▰ synopsis / request: you have many fears and worries for the future but best friend yeonjun is there to help + platonic friendship where yj may or may not love you as more but he still he loves you nonetheless

warnings: lots of self-deprecation, lots of fears and insecurities shared, use of baby + love + angel from yj, thunderstorms (yn is always crying in every single one of my stories haha whoops)

a/n: HI <3 ANON 🥺 you deserve the entire universe and MORE! ur so kind and sweet and i hope ur hard work will be recognized ^^ also my yns are always crybabies so i’m deeply apologetic about that and also i typed this all lowercase not sure why but that’s the style for this

most people enjoy rainy days. they find comfort in the way it falls on earth and evaporates, even in the way the smell lingers long afterwards. some even fall soundly asleep to thunder and the flickering of lightning. you could say the same, but not today.

the sun and its vitamin d could have made your mood significantly better, but you realize it still wouldn’t have fixed whatever else you were feeling. you couldn’t even bring it to words, which is why you’d stayed silent the entire day, or rather since you last spent time with yeonjun, who was one of your, if not your closest, friend.

an indecipherable feeling, or rather, feelings, has been weighing tons on your shoulder these days without the distraction of your dear friend. but, today it has been wrapping itself around your clarity like a boa constrictor. it is bad enough that as days roll by, the monotonous routine of every day is fulfilled endlessly, even if this is your path to forming the career that you were to eventually take. just the thought of your career, of the future, makes your heart quake in your chest and your blood pound in your ears, like it’ll just give out one day against your tense yet fatigued body.

it seems like everyday has become more and more disheartening to live and wake in. you cannot even bear admitting it, even though you live in your head with all these raging thoughts. this is also why you can’t bear to bring it up and tarnish the days you were distracted, the ones where you are temporarily uplifted by your best friend, yeonjun. days with him by your side, with your mind and body occupied by joy, ward off enough of the overwhelming feelings you have.

today, however, is unexpected. days like today where you’re barely making it by with the weight of everything, literally everything, crushing you are ones where it is ensured that you’re but a star that is to crash and burn.

without so much as looking at your phone, as you do your best to peddle to your home, trembling and growing weaker with every step. artificial adrenaline runs through your veins and has your chest heaving in breaths that run faster little by little. the dismal weather of a murky, thundering rain shower surprisingly makes you feel worse, even if you enjoy the rain.

work was okay, you try to calm yourself down with a rundown in your thoughts. it was okay, it was okay, everything is fine, and you can keep going.

your school advisor had emailed you a rundown of which classes you still need and also asked what exactly you still wanted. this conversation took endless little paths of questions you couldn’t answer. but, every time you blink, you only see your shaking hands each time you’re put in a position where you’re asked about what you want to do with life, and it’s reality when you open your eyes. it is a nightmare. why is the world impatient and demanding and why is it so difficult for you to measure up?

despite the daily test of endurance that it is when you go home, walk the walk, you find it all the more challenging when you finally push through your door after unlocking it, your movements are clumsy and curt, you expect nothing more than silence for you to fill with whatever is unfurling in your chest.

the television is blaring and much of your lights are on. you catch that beautiful speck of a birthmark passing through as yeonjun makes his way towards you.

you see him before you hear him. his bright figure and warm smile saunters his way over to you as your shoulder drops your bag. he’s dressed for a nice day out regardless of the gloomy weather, and his piercings ring sweetly in the air just like that dazzling smile on his thick lips. that’s your best friend, alright. and of course, he managed to get into your place before you did. this wasn’t new to you, and as much as his presence is comforting, you’re convinced that this is the last thing he needs, or either of you need.

“hey, silly! how come you didn’t answer my texts! i told you to bring my favorite ramen from the store on your way and a little something extra for the marathon tonight! almost thought you bailed on me. imagine the heartbreak i would have felt, huh!”

he sulks a little. while you toe your shoes off with your back to him, you rub your eyes hastily with the backs of your palm, anything to dissipate the watery film threatening to overflow.

“as if i’d bail you at my own house,” your voice is hoarse, shaky, but you refract your tone enough that he doesn’t suspect (enough). “and what-uh what marathon are you talking about?”

“well, since the new season to stranger things came out, we said we were going to rewatch the whole thing, remember?” he follows closely behind you while slurring his words together the way he always does. you do your best to get him off your back as he tries to jog your memory no matter where you go until you stop.

the tension in your body is binding your emotions further and it only fuels the hurt from today and every other day. this is the last thing you need: trying to get space in your own home. it feels like a joke; you feel like a joke. the muscles in your face wobble from how weak they feel.

“come on, now beautiful,” your mouth draws further into a frown as he moves around from behind you. “let me get a look at those eyes i’ve been waiting to look into all week— oh… oh, y/n,” his voice drops now that his eyes catch your face, intaking all that he can see, as you try to hide from him, feeling so dramatic but so overwhelmed.

“hey,” his tone lowers, clicking his tongue already worried. you wince at being so vulnerable and having to show your weaknesses, which, you felt were already so exposed. sometimes the contrast between you and him makes you wonder why yeonjun stays by your side, why he sticks to you, cares for you, even if you are worlds apart in having it together. how he has the patience for you, or how he–

you bite down the cry building up in your throat, keeping your head down and trying to walk past him, but he knows better. “what’s wrong? are you alright?”

“what,” you gulp between breaths struggling to maintain a decent facade, but it’s all pointless. not when yeonjun knows you like the back of his hand, understands the cues of your emotions, and holds as much sympathy in his heart as the earth holds water. his instinct, especially when it comes to his loved ones, will always be to look out for them. your voice breaks when you try with an incredulous, “i’m fine! i swear!”

you bypass his attempt to keep you put when you speed to your bedroom, collapsing into your bed.

yeonjun blinks a few times in shock before chasing after you, guilt seeping into his mind as he knows he should give you your space but his innate concern takes manually and he finds himself joining you in your bedroom.

it’s dark, but he finds your back to him as you sit atop the covers of your unmade bed. whenever the two of you do hang out, it would be at his place or out in public; in fact, it’s been a while since he’s come over. he curses himself for not noticing and taking action.

he knocks so as not to startle you, and with each step he takes, his mind rattles an idea of how to best attempt to comfort you but he doesn’t even know what the issue is. all he knows is you’re in pain, and his heart aches. you hardly move a muscle, he notes.

yeonjun takes a seat beside you, watching you carefully with his concern showing on his face as it is his own heart on his sleeve.

his vision lapses in blurriness. he curbs the urge to just grab you by placing his palm over the backside of yours.

“i know i ruined our plans and i know i’m acting like a child–”

“hey, don’t worry about that, love, no you didn’t. that’s not even close to the truth,” he hushes. his voice in any width or measure has a rich texture that calms you. your mouth curves into a frown and you swallow hard. “come on, baby. what’s wrong?”

his heart rate picks up at the sudden anxiety he feels, internally panicking over the awkward lilt in his voice, unsure of how to best assess the situation, even unqualified to comfort his best friend who sits beside him so broken. he shuts his eyes in minor pain of the situation but then is brought back to reality when you surprisingly reply.

“i don’t even know where to start,” your voice trembles. your chest feels so tight and your body is so tense it seems that there is no end in sight, but the sensations of yeonjun’s hand moving to your back breathe color into the monochrome world of dread that is wrought by your worries. “there’s too much that’s wrong.”

“there’s never too much that’s wrong. there’s never a situation that can’t be fixed, y/n,” he tries with a hopeful tone, ducking his head to try and reach your level but your gaze is too fixed to the ground.

“no, yeonjun,” you whisper and move to look at him. “i’m scared. i’m so so scared. my god, you have no idea how scared i am.”

the tears that have been itching for release finally cave and your breaths are airy but broken.

“i’m sorry, angel. but, of what, y/n?” he gasps before cupping your face with his hand and wiping the few tears he can catch with his thumb. you lean into his touch, eyes shut. “what’s got you this scared, hm?”

he doesn’t press, letting you speak when you’re ready but he makes it known to you that he’s here for you by rubbing your knee in comforting motions.

“well, uh,” you sniffle once you’ve gathered the strength to speak. “maybe you won’t understand because you’ve…you’ve got your life together, but i just don’t think i’m gonna make it.”

his eyes sting with the prospect of your words but he bites his lip to keep going.

“what do you mean?”

“well, you know i’m not the brightest person, jun,” your tone is so bitter and cynical even if the pain is glistened in your eyes. “i don’t see myself getting far in life. i don’t have much of a future, and even someone as dumb as me can see that.”

your bottom lip wobbles but you shake your head while wiping some tears with your hand haphazardly.

“woah, woah, y/n,” he takes your face in his hands. yeonjun moves his sleeve over his thumb to dab at your tear stained cheeks. “that’s not true at all! god, i wish you knew how smart you are. to me, you’re so brilliant and passionate that sometimes i don’t know even where you find it. are you kidding me?”

you duck your head down and yeonjun sucks in a breath, feeling like he misspoke.

“don’t lie,” your tone is so untrusting that he can’t help but feel hurt but he brushes it off to return to the matter at hand.

“i’m not lying!”

you still can’t help but cry a little louder because even now as you explain, those worries and insecurities still have a hold on you that you can’t even shake it. yeonjun pouts and wraps you in his arms, holding the back of your head gently.

“i’m so overwhelmed with school and-and work, and even now that i struggle, i just don’t understand how i’d possibly get by in the future and it scares me. it’s just classes, i don’t learn anything, and how can i possibly hope to be any success when i don’t know anything?

everyone our age has their life together, like-like you, and yet i’m just—“

it becomes too difficult to finish, so yeonjun just let your cliff of a sentence transition into a drop off of little sobs. he kisses your temple and rubs up and down on your back, whispering sweet nothings.

after a while, your breaths even out and you quiet down significantly, and then, your best friend pulls away with his hands on your shoulders. his eyes are watery, but somehow he gives the most reassuring smile. so beautiful and warm.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” he whispers, wagging his head to rhythm of your name. the dimness of the room forms a shadow to adorn his ruddy face. as charming as ever. “all your fears and worries are valid and normal. i don’t even have my life together, and i get overwhelmed. hell, we all get overwhelmed, baby, but that is okay. everything will be okay. i promise you, everything will work out.”

you were still pouting and he chuckled wryly at your obvious disagreement.

“sorry if you don’t believe what i say, but take it from me! i’m just…” he sighs. “i’m right, alright? i hate seeing you upset. there’s a storm brewing behind those eyes of yours where there should be clear skies. i can’t imagine how hard things have been for you, even what you haven’t mentioned. but i think, no i know, it doesn’t help that you’re too hard on yourself. i’ve wondered for so long why you don’t give yourself the credit you deserve when you’re the smartest cookie i know. i don’t know why you call yourself dumb because that’s not true at all.” tears were free falling from your eyes and his, at this point.

“school just sucks. that can’t be helped. it’s hard for everyone i promise you. what we can do is take each a day at a time. you keep working hard. you keep learning. you keep breathing. you use the skills that you already have and make ‘em better because that’s how progress works,” yeonjun chuckles his little curt laugh and locks eyes with you, leaning in close as if you’re unable to hear even though his words are all you can hear besides your heartbeat. “you’ve always done well, y/n, and you’ve always been enough. there’s no timeline for life, baby. without a doubt, you’re going to make it especially with what you know so far. there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

the flash of lightning comes but the thunder doesn’t follow. rain has long been staining your windows and the world outside, and even though it had helped drag your mood through the mud, your head didn’t feel as turbulent as it did earlier.

“and you’re crying again, aw i’m sorry, baby!” he sulked but you shook your head and brought him in for a hug which he reciprocated very enthusiastically. the next few minutes were spent with you two hugging and sniffling. arguably, it is gross that you both sniffle a lot and have to run to get tissues to combat the snot and wetness on your faces, but you both giggle afterwards.

the night resumes with a trip to the convenience store even if it stormed nonstop.

you’re in the middle of season 1 of the show when you sit up from lying your head on his chest. he stirs at that. it’s been an hour or so since you both finished snacking and crying. before that, there had been an hour of showers since you both got soaked to the bone during the run through the rain.

you both had dozed off it seems, considering that you don’t remember this part. your cheeks are still wet. the day still weighed on you; it had weathered you and done its damage in eroding you into exhaustion.

though hooded from just waking up, his eyes find yours and that’s when his smile elongates.

“hi, angel,” his voice is raspy. he cups your cheek. you smile uneasily, something still on your mind. and just like the best friend he is, he knows.

“hey,” you reply with a murmur.

“you’ve got something on your mind, hm?”

it takes a while for you to search the words and assemble them in an appropriate way.

“i don’t know how to show the gratitude or pay you back for the things you said to me today,” you were working yourself up again. yeonjun notices and turns his body to face you properly, holding your hands in his to curl against his chest. full of warmth and brushing against your knuckles every time he would inhale. “i don’t want you to think i took your words for granted because i’m — thank you. thank you for being so nice to me like always. i feel like you do all the work in this friendship and i offer nothing. i just wonder why…”

“why what?” his breath tickles since he’s so close to you.

“what do you see in me?”

there was a lot more to your question that you let on, but perceptive yeonjun catches on always.

as for what goes on in his head, yeonjun is unsure of what exactly to say. you are his entire world. you are everything to him. he sees you in everything, and he sees everything in you. he sees his past, present, and future. sometimes he’s unsure of whether to reveal the way he mistakes what kind of love he feels.

so he settles for—

“i see my beautiful best friend with those eyes i could never resist,” his stomach flips at the touched look blossoming on your face. “in all seriousness, love, all that i said earlier — that’s all just facts. i see someone so passionate and strong, who has always been more than capable of getting far into their own future, who has the biggest heart i’ve ever known, who has no reason to be afraid, who will always measure up, who works so hard but devastatingly gets scraps from the world, but most importantly, i see someone who i love.”

your sniffles are practically snivels as you place your face in your palm. yeonjun just chuckles fondly and reaches a hand behind your to push your face into his neck.

“i’d cry, too, if someone as handsome as me—“ he jokes and giggles as you smack his wrist.

“thank you, i love you, junnie,” you mumble while looking up and wiping your face. your best friend smirks at you, colorful light from the tv making his skin glow.

“i’ll always be here for you, y/n.”

the stranger things marathon was very much long forgotten. and even if all you did was cry and the rain still poured on, much to your dismay, still, you couldn’t help but feel relief knowing yeonjun was there to reassure you to the best of his ability. even if life did drain you at times, love always remained at the end of the day, and yeonjun was proof of that.

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