#yeonjun drabble

[taegimood]

— yeonjun overstimming himself to make you cum ♡ [one-shot]

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: smut, overstimulation (m receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (m receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, good girl), tummy bulge, pussydrunk soft dom jun~

a/n - i’ve had this idea for a while now, lots of people seemed to like my other jun thought so here’s another one ♡ my inbox is open, send in requests for any member~!

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your legs tremble with every steady thrust to your cunt that yeonjun delivers, the room hot with moans and labored breaths.

the sight above you is heavenly; his dark hair hanging over his eyes, eyes that are boring into yours as he keeps his lips so tantalizingly close — so close, but just far enough to make you beg for it.

you whine as you chase him into a kiss. moaning into each other’s mouths as his skin slaps against yours, you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist and grip the toned arms that hold him up on either side of you as his pace begins to quicken. “baby..”

you can tell he’s close by the breathlessness in his voice and the way his eyes screw shut, lip tugging between his teeth to stop the moans that threaten to spill.

he’s fucking into you so deliciously. your back arches as the tip of his cock hits particularly deep; with a strangled gasp, your hips buck up into his and the way your pussy clenches around him has yeonjun seeing stars.

“baby, i’m- f-fuck, i’m gonna fill you up so good.” he groans. “such a good girl. pussy so good.. squeezing around me like that, fuck..” you can tell that he’s close. his thrusts grow sloppy, desperate, drilling into you as he chases his approaching high. you’re practically drooling, moans spilling from your parted lips as he hits so deep, so good —

before he can help it, his cum is spilling into you, stuttering thrusts slowing to a stop as he pants heavily; the silver chain around his neck is still swinging as he hovers over you, catching his breath. you whine desperately at the sudden loss of movement, your orgasm so close, now chased away —

as much as you want to cum on his cock, you’re at least happy to have his fingers and tongue to help you meet your high, always the doting boyfriend. but as yeonjun sits up onto his knees, what you don’t expect is for him to grip your hips, yanking you further down on his sensitive cock instead of slipping out of you like he usually would, your legs splayed open over his thighs as your hips lift slightly off the bed.

you both gasp in unison at the feeling. “j-jun-?!”

you’re already lifting yourself up onto your elbows, but yeonjun’s hands remain firm on your hips.

“still gotta make you cum, baby, don’t i? just relax for me,” he breathes. you drop back onto the pillow in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over you, your boyfriend’s sweaty chest still rising and falling in pants as his brows furrow at the over-sensitivity. “jjunie it’s okay, you can just—“

his first thrust takes the words right off of your tongue and somewhere far, far away, and this new angle has you gripping the sheets for dear life. “fuck,” you gasp out as he picks up the pace into a sharp rhythm, pulling your hips against his with firm slaps of skin on skin, his twitching, hardening cock drilling the deepest parts of you like it’s his job. you can’t stop the lewd moans now, wondering how you’re even able to make any sound at all when he’s fucking you this good.

“that’s it, baby, take it,” he grunts, his eyes glued to the bulge of his big cock in your tummy.

“you like it when i use myself to get you off, huh? you like it when i service you like this?” he chuckles, the filthy wet noises that your pussy is making growing even wetter at his words. “y-yes..” you whimper pathetically, unable to even say anything else.

“so fucked out on my cock, can’t even speak..” he murmurs breathlessly, and despite all his taunts, you can tell that he’s no better than you as his words grow increasingly less convincing and just as desperate-sounding as you feel.

he’s pounding into you so messily, one of his thumbs moving over your clit in quick circles, his lips parted and head lolled back as he releases a loud groan at the way you’re clenching around him so tightly. you can see the way his abdomen is tensing from the sheer overstimulation he’s giving himself in his determination to get you off and you nearly cum just at the thought of it.“jjunie, ‘m so.. so fucking close, p-please.. please..”

“that’s it, baby, fucking cum all over my cock, let go for me, fuck- good girl-“ he gasps out, his voice more of a high whine now than anything, his low dominating tone from before practically evaporating with each thrust. his thumb is moving rapidly over your clit, eyes screwed shut and hips twitching, the over-sensitivity stripping him of any thought other than getting the both of you to cum. “n-need it, jun, need it so bad-!” you’re rambling, gripping onto his hand that still holds your hip, shaking and squirming and desperately trying to buck your hips further into him. you can feel the chord about to snap when your eyes meet his, and just like that, your vision flashes white as your orgasm wracks over your entire body. you can feel yeonjun’s warm cum spurting into you again as he moans out filthily, both of you shaking and slick with sweat as he finally collapses on top of you in a daze.

neither of you speak as you both catch your breath, chests moving fervently against each other’s. yeonjun slumps fully into the crook of your neck.

“holy fuck,” he rasps.

“yeah. holy fuck, yeonjun.”

he lifts his head tiredly to give you a shit-eating grin. his hand moves to soothe up and down your waist; “my stamina is no joke, huh?” you roll your eyes but return his smile anyway, resting your arms around his shoulders as you pull him down into a kiss. “can’t believe you did that..” you mumble shyly. he nuzzles his face into your cheek, peppering it with kisses, and you giggle.

“gotta give my best for my baby.”

[niki-phoria]

YOU'RE MY ONLY LOVE FROM HEAVEN

pairing: non idol!yeonjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 789

includes: mentions of studying, yeonjun is a little cocky, written with a jock x nerd dynamic in mind but it doesn't really come through lol

“you’re staring.” you just barely catch the mischievous glint in yeonjun’s eyes when he meets your gaze. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he props face against his hand. 

“you’re handsome,” you retort. the flicker of surprise that flashes across his face fills you with pride. everything about yeonjun drips with confidence - from the relaxed way his eyes scan your expression to the compliments that leave his lips with ease - which only makes it all the more satisfying in those rare moments when you’re able to fluster him. 

he’s smiling now, absentmindedly pushing a hand through his hair as he chuckles. with his bangs pushed back, even if only slightly, you’re fully able to see his features. there’s a barely noticeable pink tint on his plump lips. despite the eyebags you can see lingering underneath his eyes, you’ve never heard a complaint dare to escape his lips. 

the report you were supposed to be writing is all but forgotten when yeonjun leans a little closer. the space separating you is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. he’s close enough for you to touch, but not enough to feel. it’s infuriating. and, even worse, yeonjun knows it.

“is your flirting always this bold?” 

you cock your head at him in mock confusion, glancing back down at your still-open textbook in a poor attempt to return to your studying. “who said i was flirting?”

yeonjun only offers a soft hum in response. a momentary silence falls over the room. for a second, the only noise you can hear is the soft ticking of a lonely clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of how little time you have to finish your work. 

unfortunately, your peace doesn’t last for long. 

the chair beside you achingly scrapes against the floor before yeonjun slides into the seat beside you. his knees knock against your own as he dramatically opens his books, flipping mindlessly through the pages before he settles on his destination with a satisfied hum. “what did you get for number seven?”

the question is so innocuous it almost catches you off guard at first. you wait for a second, waiting for a snarky remark that never comes. “twelve.” 

“thanks.”

when you turn to glance at yeonjun again, you’re almost shocked to see him already staring at you. it shouldn’t fluster you nearly as much as it does. he softly smiles, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair out of your face. “choi,” you do your best to sound intimidating, though you can even hear the way your words falter. his fingers trail along your jawline before finally settling against your cheek; his thumb gently brushes against your cheek.

“y/n,” he murmurs. yeonjun’s gaze lowers to stare at your lips before he meets your eyes once again. his touch feels like it’s igniting fires against your skin. “is this okay?”

you manage a simple nod in response. yeonjun smiles softly in return. you’re half expecting him to pull away, return to his playful teasing and maybe copy down a few of your answers onto his own paper. but he doesn’t. 

instead, he leans in a little closer. your heartbeat is even faster than before. you feel hyper-aware of everything around you: yeonjun’s hand still resting against your cheek, the limited distance between your bodies, the way his gaze lingers on your lips for just a little too long. 

yeonjun stops when there are still a few centimeters between your faces. there’s enough space for you to pull away - to turn back to your work and pretend like this never happened. to go back to the way it was before. 

but you don’t. you don’t want to.

his lips part slightly. you’re not sure what he’s about to say. 

your body moves faster than your mind. tentatively, you press your lips against yeonjun’s. a second passes before he reacts. and then, you both decide there’s no going back now. 

yeonjun’s lips are soft against your own. they smell faintly of mint - so light it’s barely there. your bodies mold together perfectly. 

yeonjun’s cheeks are dusted a light pink when you pull away. the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself. “oh, wait,” you freeze when yeonjun reaches over, carefully pulling a stray eyelash off of your cheek. 

you can feel heat spreading throughout your entire body. your heart races in your chest. you’ve never felt like this before. or at least, you’ve never noticed it before. 

yeonjun smiles as he rests the thin strand of hair on his finger, holding it up towards you. “make a wish.” 

despite yourself, you chuckle softly, closing your eyes before you gently blow it away. i wish to feel like this forever.

notes: my apologies for the lack of fics, my motivation has been HORRIBLE lately <//3 not proofread, so pls forgive any mistakes !!

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[bowlofsoob]

BUSINESS PROPOSAL

yeonjun x gender neutral reader

ceo yeonjun x secretary reader drabble, he needs to marry due to his father’s wishes so he chooses the first person he sees, aka you

“What do you mean I need to marry somebody?”

“Mister Yeonjun, I’m merely relaying the message your father sent me. He said you must marry someone to keep the company and produce an heir.”

Yeonjun drops his pen on the desk, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The young CEO just got here, and his father is already jumping down his throat with things to do. Shit, he learned all of his employee’s names only last week. And his father already wants him to knock up a girl? The fucking balls on the guy.

“Mister Yeon—“ his father’s representative begins.

“Just call me Yeonjun,”

“… Yeonjun, I’m sorry but this is non-negotiable.” his father’s messenger continues, nervously pushing his glasses up.

“I’m going to marry the next person that walks through my office doors. Woman or man. How does that sound,” Yeonjun concedes, lolling his head back to rest on top of his desk chair.

A sigh of relief escapes the man in front of Yeonjun. “Your father would prefer a woman but that’s fine by me, I can negotiate.”

As if on cue, you—his ever so sweet and ever so responsible—secretary swings the door open, two coffee cups in hand.

“Yeonjun, I have your—“ you stop in the doorway, eyes flickering back and forth between the young CEO and the business man standing in front of his desk. “Am I… interrupting something? I can come back.”

Yeonjun almost feels bad for how clueless you’re going to be when he drops this bomb on you. “Actually no, your timing is perfect. I have something to ask of you, Y/N.”

Suspiciously eyeing him, you take a few tentative steps forward and place the coffee on Yeonjun’s desk. “… Yes?”

“Well, Mx Y/N—“ the nervous businessman next to you begins.

“Ah, allow me, if that’s okay.” Yeonjun cuts the man off and he merely lets out a sigh of acknowledgment, scribbling things down on the notepad in front of him.

“If this is about making another powerpoint with everyone’s headshots and names, I already emailed it to you. You need to work on your memory, old man.” the playful smile on your lips from calling Yeonjun old even though he’s only a year older than you quickly disappears as you furrow your brows. What could you have possibly forgotten that he’d asked you to do? “And I set up your lunch with Soobin. Is there anything I’m missing?”

Yeonjun almost has to laugh at your innocent face, wholly unprepared for what’s to come.

“Y/N, let’s get married.”

“Excuse me?”

[wooyukh]

— GOODBYE KISSES

ᥫ᭡ YEONJUN may forget many things but one thing he won't ever forget is giving you a kiss on the lips before having to go somewhere. yes, it might've taken him a little too long to remember your dog’s name and yeah, maybe he can’t seem to remember what you two had for dinner two days ago but god knows he won't ever forget to give you a quick peck on the lips before having to go. 

it doesn't matter where yeonjun is running off to, he will lean in and give your lips a small kiss before exiting the room. it’s something he’s always done since the start of your relationship and it’s something you’ve eventually picked up on as well. it's basically an unspoken rule to have to kiss each other before leaving the room. however, just how you immediately caught on to yeonjun’s actions so did the rest of the boys.

“he’s not whipped!” you groaned out, throwing a pillow towards beomgyu’s direction, causing him to laugh even harder. 

“denial is a river in egypt!” beomgyu yelled back, immediately shielding himself, afraid you might throw another pillow at him. as soobin watches the scene unfold he can't help but let out a small chuckle on how determined you were to defend your precious boyfriend. 

“y/n, he gives you a goodbye kiss before having to go to the restroom,” soobin points to the door right next to him. “the restroom!” 

“babe, brb gotta pee. let me get a quick smooch though because who knows when I’ll ever see you again,” beomgyu speaks up, imitating yeonjun’s voice just to get under your skin. with a roll of eyes you threaten to throw another pillow at him.

“y/n,” taehyun sighed, bringing a hand to your shoulder. “let’s face reality.”

“yeah, and reality is that boy is whipped.” beomgyu stated, nodding his head with each word. 

“big emphasis on whipped,” kai quickly adds on causing the boys all to agree. 

“he’s not-” you start only to be silenced by the boys groaning at your words.

“okay, don’t kiss him.” beomgyu challenged, smirking at you. “before leaving the room, don't kiss him. if he reacts, which he will, he’s definitely whipped. if he doesn't react, you’re right and we’ll stop picking on him. deal?” beomgyu finishes off extending his arm out to you so you can shake his hand. 

“speak for yourself! I’m still picking on him.” kai scoffs at beomgyu’s words. rolling his eyes at kai’s words, taehyun smacks his chest causing kai to mumble out a small “ow” as he rubs his chest and apologizes for his words.

“deal.”

ᥫ᭡ IT’S been a couple of days since you and beomgyu had struck that deal and if you had to be honest, you were definitely not as confident as you made it out to be. through out the days you began to notice more and more how frequent yeonjun kisses you goodbye. you’re not complaining, definitely not complaining at all! you simply just wanted to prove the boys wrong. 

nervously chewing on your lip, you bring a hand up to yeonjun’s face and begin brushing his hair away from his forehead. with a small smile on his lips, yeonjun turns his attention towards you and softly plants a kiss on your nose before resting his head on your shoulder and focusing back on the movie.

“psst,” you hear come from across the room. hesitantly turning your head, you’re met with beomgyu gesturing you to leave the room. “do it coward.” he mouths at you. rolling your eyes at him, you quickly mouth back an ‘okay’ before shifting in your spot.

“baby, I’ll be right back,” you mumble as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the boys. rubbing his eyes, yeonjun slowly removes his head from your shoulder and nods for you to go. taking advantage of him still being distracted, you immediately get up from the couch and turn to beomgyu to send him a small victory smile as you make way towards the restroom. 

however, just as you thought you were getting away with it, you felt a small tug on your wrist. “goodbye kiss?” yeonjun asks, confused on why you were leaving him without kissing him. did you happen to forget?

“baby I'll be really quick.” you try and pry his hand away from your wrist but fail miserably. 

“are you mad at me?” yeonjun tilts his head at you, a pout now evident on his lips. he doesn't understand why you won't kiss him goodbye. he likes goodbye kisses, you know this so why are you not kissing him? “did I do something?”

“baby-” you desperately try again now feeling all the boys’ eyes on you. although you can't see them, you can definitely feel them sending smug smirks your way.

“c’mon y/n, give the poor boy his goodbye kiss,” beomgyu interrupts, amusingly watching the scene unfold.

“yeah, baby! give the poor boy his goodbye kiss.” yeonjun instantly agrees with beomgyu. sending beomgyu a quick glare at his words, you turn back to look at yeonjun and take note on how his pout keeps growing by the second. 

opening your mouth to speak, your actions immediately come to a halt as you see yeonjun standing from his spot on the couch and moving towards you. placing his hands on your cheeks, he plats a small kiss on your lips. “there,” he mumbles before gently placing another peck and making way back to the couch. “now you can go.”

with rosy cheeks, you nod at him as you turn back and continue walking towards the restroom. ignoring all the snickers, you slowly open the restroom door and step in.

“whipped!” beomgyu yells out, making sure you hear from the restroom. 

“and proud!” yeonjun yells back causing a small chuckle to leave your lips. here you were trying to defend your boyfriend, afraid he would hate being called whipped and instead he’s embracing it. giggling to yourself, you open the door and come out. seeing yeonjun smiling fondly at you, you couldn’t help but to run towards him and throw yourself on his lap.

“I’m whipped too,” you stated with a big smile on your face. with a goofy grin on his face, yeonjun places his thumb on your chin before tilting your head and leaning in to place a delicate kiss on your lips. “and proud?” yepnjun jokingly asks, leaning towards you to capture your lips against his own once more.

“oh god,” kai lets out horrified gasp as he turns to look at his members. “are return kisses going to be a thing now too?” he asks, bringing a hand to cover his mouth in disbelief as the rest of the boys let out annoyed groans.

[elaichoi]

greed ! yeonjun

%PAIRING— yeonjun x fem!reader.

C0NTENT WARNING!— nipple play, dom!yeonjun, creampie, breeding kink, slight hint of possessive/yandere yeonjun.

WORD COUNT—1.3k. ..... (!) this was meant be a drabble! and is based on this post!

it all started with one needy little nudge of his hands; languidly sliding from your forearms to your wrist—grasping it tightly to pull you closer to his lips.

downcast eyes focused on the way your lips are parted, yeonjun's hands swiftly place his nimble finger on either side of your jaw; applying just enough pressure so you lips pucker out for him. he doesn't wait long before the tip of his tongue slither out and licks a stripe from your chin to your pouted lips before finally catching your upper lip between his own teeth.

it hurt a bit for you, but the pleasure that was swirling in your core, and the heat in your stomach kept you from indulging in it. yeonjun sucked on your lips as if they were coated with honey—perhaps for him you were made of nectar. you tried to keep up, sucking onto his bottom lip ceaselessly. yeonjun's hands had long abandoned your jaw to come and undo the meddlesome buttons of your shirt—but patience probably wasn't yeonjun's best virtue. before he could open the last two buttons, the last silver of his chivalry dwindled as he ripped it open; sending buttons flying everywhere.

his slender fingers grabbing at your breasts; kneading them to his liking, while his lips devoured you. his fingers pulling on the pebbles of your chest to his liking—eliciting sharp pain through your body, masked by the carnivorous lust that pooled at your core.

the more noise you made into yeonjun's mouth, the worse he got. his bulge almost touched your belly, and yeonjun only pushed further into the softness to alleviate some of the ache in his groins; enclosing you against the wall of your room.

"gotta fuck you now, or ill explode," yeonjun confessed against your bloodied lip. his warmth breathing fanning the sweet injuries he adorned you with. you didn't need much convincing to begin with; already aching to be filled by him.

"god me too," a timid groan left you as yeonjun distanced himself from you. even the ephemeral pressure of his cock on your stomach rendered you empty; shamelessly whining to get more. the eagerness of your action driving yeonjun further into the rapacious frenzy as he quickly undid his pants— your eyes ravenously observing his each move before he stood before you in only his underwear. the pants were still at the base of his ankles but yeonjun couldn't care less as he grasped your arms and turned you around to face the wall.

yeonjun quickly unraveled his hard on, stroking it languidly in his hands as he took in the sight before him.

you both had quite a history to share, but he had never in his wildest thoughts that he would be able to have you like this.

yeonjun's hands slipped underneath your pants and he pulled it down along with your underwear half haphazardly, waiting no time as he placed his cock against your pussy—forcefully wiggling it around to coat himself with your slick. listlessly thrusting it against your clit. yeonjun's little act drove you to a path insanity as he continued on with no intention of sticking his cock inside.

"yeonjun," you wanted to sound authoritative—scary enough for him so he'd cut the bullshit and do what's he's supposed to—fuck your brains out. even though it wasn't nearly as fearsome as you had hoped, it still did the trick when you felt yeonjun line his cock against your fluttering hole.

somberly pushing the tip in—penetrating through the tight ring into your gummy walls. taking as much space as he needs as you fucks into you slowly—your eyes had rolled all the way to the back when yeonjun had finally bottomed out into you. the sensation of feeling full already pushing you to the edge of the bittersweet limbo of carnal desire.

"fuck," you heard yeonjun moan into your hair, his fingers digging into the soft of flesh of your waist as he placed his chest onto your back—cluelessly putting all his weight on you, pushing your naked nipples onto the cold wall. you bit your lips to stop yourself from moaning when your hard nipples brushed against the texture when yeonjun stilled himself deep inside your cunt. the sudden motion sends vibrations allowing your breasts to jiggle against the concrete. the cavernous moan that you were holding back slips out before you could get a hold of your wits.

yeonjun calculatively takes himself off your capricious cunt—the soft flesh stretching itself to prevent him from escaping—until only the tip of his dick is left inside of you, throbbing and rock hard.

"your cunt doesn't wanna let go my dick," yeonjun crudely laughs before his waist snaps against your ass, sending your upper body flying against the wall once more. you grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you felt yeonjun gyrating his dick inside of you—cruelly rubbing against your g spot while holding the base of his dick.

despite being just as needy as you were, yeonjun still liked to make you feel he held the reins.

"rub your tits on the wall,"

"huh?"

"don't play dumb with me," yeonjun chuckled, approaching the shell of your ears. carelessly licking the shape of it before taking your earlobe into his mouth, enticing a sweet little squeak from your mouth in the middle of the heavy panting urged by the primitive grinding of his dick inside of you.

"i saw how you moaned when you tits rubbed against the wall," yeonjun pulled himself back, his hands pulling your waist with him, causing your back to arch just slightly with your chest still pressed against the wall. the new position burned, but it also leisurely simmered into a dulcet colic.

"its okay," yeonjun bit his bottom lip, pulling his cock out once again, "ill help you." and pushed it back with such a force that it has your upper body sliding against the wall to keep your balance—all while stimulating the bundle of nerve on your nerves triggering you to moan incessantly, goading yeonjun's ego.

"fuck you feel so fucking good," yeonjun gasped, continuinally hitting your ass with his hips as he thrusted inside of you, "god this pussy is made for me!"

your hands were on either side of the wall with your chest pushed against wall—the erect nipples being pushed around by the wall according to the rhythm of yeonjun's push sending you to a divine rampage of rapture from both sides albeit lined with a bit of sourness of impatience.

although that too was soon taken care when yeonjun's hands snaked itself to your core, pressing against you swollen clit, rubbing slow circles.

"cum for me," yeonjun sighed, his hips still pushing forward—propelling you against the wall and of course his fingers working on your clit. you were hanging by a fragile thread that could snap soon—and it happened sooner than you'd have guessed. washing over you like a tsunami as it left you writhing against yeonjun.

yeonjun quickly took over as you convulsed in his arm—your nipples were too sensitive to even graze any object. he felt a sense of pride, seeing your shaking in his arms as with his dick buried inside your cunt. he took his cock out—the friction marginally less as your cum coated him, resulting in sloppier, and messier thrusts.

yeonjun turned your face around him. a grin embracing his lips when he saw the hazy downcast of your leafy eyes and the fucked out expression—yeonjun felt fulfilled. he took your tongue into your mouth, lapping it up as his own thrusts grew slower, and slower until he stilled himself inside you once again, coating your walls white with his seed.

"youre so cute," yeonjun cooed, looking at your dazed eyes, "maybe i should give you a baby so that your pussy is always mine, hm?"

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[boba-beom]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ forever valentine | CHOI YEONJUN

pairing: bsf!yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: drabble; fluff

wc: 900

warnings: yeonjun being cheesy, lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: 1/2 of my entry for @matchaxmatcha's valentine's event <3 have a cozy valentine's day guys!

it's been a while since you've exchanged songs with yeonjun, knowing that your best friend has influenced majority of your music taste to this day.

the first time you met, you recommended songs then made each other playlists, and every end of the month you would use a specific website to compare your top ten most played songs from the past month.

your usual hang out consists of sitting around and talking while playing music from your blended playlist, introducing more songs that the other potentially hasn't listened to yet. sometimes you're doing work on your laptop and yeonjun's either playing the music aloud or through his headphones to limit distracting you.

the latter happening right this moment.

your fingers are typing away on your keyboard, thinking face strong, and he's sitting beside you on the couch. from your peripheral vision, you see his black curtain bangs swaying in the same direction he bops his head to the music.

intrigued, you tap on his shoulder and watch him lift the left ear cup, turning his body slightly to give you a yes? expression.

"what song are you listening to?"

"I think you'll like this one, it's best part by daniel caesar." he takes off the headphones and places it over your ears, your hands brush as you adjust it to your ears.

you nod your head from the soothing blend of the artists' voices, a smile appearing on your lips, and when you look over at yeonjun, he's mirroring your expression.

taking off the headphones from your ears, you give them back to yeonjun, and your fingers brushing against each other again.

"connect to the speaker, I don't mind listening." you insist and he does.

"I've been having issues with the app lately." he states, stretching to rest his arm on the back of the sofa behind you.

you scrunch you brows softly, not noticing any issues with yours.

"how so? you gonna complain to them?"

he nods slowly, feigning a confused expression.

"I ought to complain to Spotify for you not being this week's hottest single." he says with full confidence.

you roll your eyes and shake your head at him, laughing at his corny joke. and he joins you.

"that sucked, jjun." you pinch his side in jest and he retracts with a higher pitched laugh.

"but it's true." he whines, "why are you still single?"

his question stops you for a second. he wasn't joking around anymore, if anything he picks up your laptop and places it aside.

"I believe the right one will arrive in due time, is all." you answer him honestly.

he slowly nods.

again, your confused expression returns when he stands up and walks over to the dining room table, carrying out a bag and a small bouquet of flowers.

the muscles in your face relax, your small frown turning into a pout. you've never seen yeonjun so romantic — to anyone else, or to you.

"I didn't know how to come about this, but ___," he takes a breath mid sentence. "will you be my valentine? not just for today, but for next year, and the one after that until the foreseeable future?"

he goes down on one knee with the bouquet of flowers in one hand and the other holding the red gift bag, while you're leaning forwards on the couch.

"yeonjun.." your hands envelope his with the bouquet and he smiles once he feels your thumbs caressing the back of his hand. "I would love to be your valentine."

"forever my valentine?"

"forever your valentine, jjun." you wrap your arms over his shoulders, bringing him to move and sit back on the couch with you.

burying your face into the crook of his neck, you sigh pleasantly in his hold. you weren't in a rush to find a significant other and neither was he, but you always spent time with each other. who knew you the way he did, and vice versa?

you were willing to go the mile with him.

"I have one more thing for you." he places the strings of the gift bag to intertwine with your fingers. "now, you genuinely might think I'm being so corny after this but it's fine." he laughs.

fiddling with the strings, you remove the tape securing the bag and peep inside. you reach into the bag, pulling out what seemed to be an engraved acrylic sheet with the first song yeonjun introduced to you. the song that made you realise just how much you cherish him.

"it is quite corny, but I love it."

you smile up at him and he has that beautiful grin on his face again. the one where his eyes hold so much love and affection, and his grin adorned by his pretty teeth to the point it could be contagious in the best way possible.

"I'm just glad you didn't turn me down." he chuckles sheepishly.

"I'm surprised you even asked in the first place." you place the gifts and flowers aside.

you both lean back on the couch, hands against one another and your fingers fiddling with each others. a new song plays, one that either of you haven't played before but you can tell yeonjun likes it as much as you do.

it was fitting to say the least. a new song to associate this significant moment, and you love it. and so does yeonjun.

[moontyuns]

hoodie stealer;

words count: 884 pairing: Yeonjun x gn!reader genre: established relationships, fluff

You shuffle through your closet in an attempt to find something to wear. Today you and your boyfriend Yeonjun are going on a coffee date, so you want to wear something simple and casual that brings you warmth and comfort. You already decided that you definitely wear those blue baggy jeans for the bottom but for the top, you decided between a sweater and hoodie, not just your ordinary hoodie but the one you stole from your boyfriend. Actually, there is more than one, you eventually stole at least four of his hoodies. In your defense, you can say that they’re comfier than your own and all of them felt like Yeonjun’s hugs.

After a few more minutes you finally decide on this black hoodie that is twice bigger as you. All you hope for is that Yeonjun won’t notice that it’s his. You admire your outfit for the date in the mirror smiling at how cute you look in it. Soon your phone dinged notifying you about Yeonjun’s arrival, so you put on the coat and took your keys and phone, and left the apartments.

Yeonjun opened the door of his car for you and took your hand in his immediately. It’s become his habit to hold your hand everywhere you go together and you don’t mind it in the slightest. Both of you arrived at your favorite coffee shop that you went to for your first-ever date (well technically it was a friendly date, but it’s what helps you realize your feelings for each other). This is a really cozy place, it’s not big, but there are plenty of soft couches and tables. You entered the building and immediately felt a nice smell of coffee; some lo-fi music playing in the background. Yeonjun squeezed your hand softly asking for your attention. “The usual?” He asked you, to make sure that you don’t want anything new, you just hummed in response and he sent you to your table.

The boy came back with your orders in his hands and he can see how your eyes lit up when you saw your favorite cheesecake that was served only in this place. He never stops fascinating your reaction to such ordinary things as eating your favorite food or watching clouds on a warm sunny day, but this love for simple daily things is what he loves in you. As you start sipping your coffee you fall into your casual conversation with your boyfriend about the tiring week and the plans for the next one. Everything was fine until Yeonjun gave you a suspicious look. “What?” you asked with a puzzled expression “Is there something wrong with my face or what?” you clearly don’t understand what that look was for. “Nah, you’re fine. It’s just the hoodie…it seems quite familiar. Is it mine?” he squints his eyes looking at the thing carefully. You gulped because you really hoped that he forgets about it and won’t remember that he has one. Not that you are scared of him knowing that you steal his clothes, it's just you are shy about the fact that you didn’t return it back to him. “Uh.. well..maybe?” you begin fidgeting with the rings on your hands. “So that’s where I “lost” my favorite hoodie” Yeonjun chuckled “Is it the only one? Because I feel like I have more missing clothes” he eyed your already red face and cackled “Babe, you don’t need to be shy about it just say that you like my clothes more and that’s it” he took your hand in his smiling softly. “Well maybe I am..but you know it just feels like your hugs when I wear it and make me feel comfy” you pouted and averted your gaze from him. “Cute.” the boy whispered. “What?” you pretend you didn’t hear what he said, because even after all of this time you still feel flustered from his compliments. “I said, you are cute.” Yeonjun brought your hand closer to his lips and left a delicate kiss on your skin. “You know, I guess you look even better in my clothes than I am” you feel how your face flushed and Yeonjun giggled at your reaction. The boy reached for your face across the table and stole a sweet kiss from your lips, just like you stole his hoodies.

Bonus.

You were in the kitchen when you heard that the door opened, it signaled that Yeonjun had already come for a movie night you planned for today. You went to greet him with a kiss. “I bring us some snacks and drinks, there is your favorite!” he shakes the bag in front of you, you squealed when you saw a pack of your favorite chips. “Go wash your hands and take some spare clothes, it’s on the third shelf. I will prepare everything here so be quick!” you send him off. While you set up the drinks and snacks on the table in your living room, suddenly you hear a scream from your room. “Y/n!! What the hell?? How did you end up stealing seven of my hoodies?” Yeonjun screamed and you almost dropped the pack of snacks from your hands. Oops.. you forgot to tell your boyfriend that accidentally your collection of his clothes increased. 

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[i520u]

the asshole upstairs ༘*.ﾟ

MY FIRST YEONJUN REQUEST 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 anyways might’ve went overboard with this one & i feel like it could be a series tbh yeonjun is fun to write for (because i am madly in love with him)

WARNING(S): yeonjun x gn!reader, profanity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, physics 😟

WORDCOUNT: 1,778 words

MASTERLIST

“The Archimedes’ Principle states that—”

“The Archimedes’ Princip…”

“Th— FUCK!”

It was three in the morning, you were approximately 6 hours and 27 minutes away from the moment you’ve been dreading most; your physics finals. You had spent all week, or maybe even the whole month preparing for your exam, but you were still burning the midnight oil because you were scared, and mostly because you couldn’t sleep.

It was peaceful for a while, no sound of kids running in the hallway outside, no sound of couples arguing next door, and no sound of television bypassing your four walls. It was calm… until it wasn’t. Your neighbour upstairs probably thought it was funny for them to vacuum the floors in the dead of night, but it’s okay. You can still focus. What you couldn’t bear to stand was the fact that he started to loudly play his guitar afterwards. And horribly, too. Talk about being inconsiderate.

Now you didn’t actually have to memorise whatever Archimedes had stated about buoyancy, that was high school Physics. But you were terrified out of your mind that you wouldn’t be able to do well for this semester’s finals. It was like a life and death situation for you. You needed to get everything in order.

You took in a deep breath, calming yourself as you begin to mumble the Archimedes’ Principle once again from memory. Just as you were about to say the first word, again came the loud, and not to mention, horrendous noise music that your neighbour was making. You slammed the pen that you were holding onto the desk out of anger.

“Who the fuck keeps doing that!” You hissed to yourself. You decided to put the hood of your hoodie up to cover your messy hair, and immediately stomped your way out of your apartment without thinking twice.

It didn’t take long for you to reach the floor above you, your index finger angrily pressing onto the doorbell a bunch of time. You didn’t care if you looked disheveled, you just wanted to give your neighbour a piece of your mind. As you were about to start banging on their door, it clicked open.

A man probably around your age peeked outside to see who was in front of his doorstep, he flashed an awkward (or nervous?) smile to you. “Ah… I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He asked, trying to make the situation lighthearted. Your eyebrows furrowed in fury, you put your hands on your hips. “What do you think? I’m trying to study but your god awful music is distracting me!”

You had to admit, the anger that you had was probably from the pent up stress that you’ve been accumulating throughout the entire month. But he deserved it. The man looked around you awkwardly before flashing you a smile, “sorry! I’ll stop. Good night!” He said, giving you a wave, and then closing the door on your face. You could even hear the door click again — meaning he had locked the door, too.

You stood them, dumbfounded. Not only was he inconsiderate, he was also rude and shameless. There was nothing else that you could do but walk away, but you decided that from that moment onwards, he was your public enemy.

You understood why it’s not advised to stay up all night before a test. The amount of times you had fallen asleep while answering the exam questions was outrageous. You just hoped that your answers were accurate, there wasn’t anything else you could do about it.

You were overall having a bad day, with your crazy neighbour, with your exam, and also with the fact that no cab wanted to drive you home from the subway station. Not even the universe was gonna let you wallow in self-pity peacefully. As there were no other options, you decided to walk home.

The first thing you did upon reaching home was to stand outside your apartment’s balcony to smoke. You don’t do it often, but when the times are trying like these, you deserve at least one smoke.

It was only your second puff when you heard somebody whistling from above. You scrunched your nose in disgust, you hadn’t realised that you had catcallers in your apartment complex. Ultimately, you decided to ignore the whistles, but it was getting annoying. Sighing, you turned your body around so you could look up easier. Of course it was the same rude, shameless, FREAK of a neighbour.

“How’d you do? Your test?” He asked, quite loudly so you would be able to hear him. You decided to ignore him, his pretty face wasn’t enough to persuade you to converse with him. You heard him tutting in disbelief as you continued to ignore him, enjoying your smoke silently. “Oh, c’mon. I said I was sorry.” He continued, you could feel him burning holes into your skull and you sighed at that feeling.

“Don’t talk to me.” You answered without looking at him. You could hear him giggling slightly. “I’m Yeonjun, by the way.” You rolled your eyes upon hearing that. Rude, shameless, freak, and annoying. “I don’t care.” You replied. “Hey, look at me for a sec.” His voice had a faint of amusement as he talked to you, and it annoyed you even more. You continued to ignore him.

“In case you didn’t hear me, I said look at me for a sec!” Ignored. “Heeeeey!” Ignored. “Come onnnn!” Ignored. “Pleaseeeee? Pretty please?” Ignored. “Pretty please with cherries on top?” Ignored. “Aw, c’mon! Don’t be such a baby!”

You sighed as you turned around to face him once again. He was holding three bottles of soju, dangling them in his hands as you stared at him. You could use a drink, if you were being honest. “Come here if you want some.” He said it playfully, you hesitated for a moment, but you decided that there was no harm in coming over. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You announced.

Yeonjun chuckled, “how cute.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach his house, and it was already unlocked by the time you were there. Yeonjun was already seated in the living room. “This is my apology to you,” he explained, flashing you another one of his smiles. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he was extremely good looking. You looked around his house as you made your way to him.

You assumed that he probably has a girlfriend of sorts, his house was fairly neat — something you would never expect from a man living on his own. “Drink up…” he trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. Your eyebrows raised as you took one bottle from the table, “Y/N.” You told him, before taking a huge sip of soju. “Y/N!” He cheered.

“I didn’t remember you looking this pretty last night. Shit, if I had known that you were this cute, I would’ve been way nicer to you.” He joked, throwing his head back as he sipped more from his own bottle. You frowned at his words, “so you were aware that you were being an asshole? And a douchebag?” He nodded shamelessly, when he noticed the evident frown on your face, he gave you a wink. “I wasn’t going to listen to you scolding me at three in the morning while being shirtless.” He added to his defense.

You rolled your eyes once more, you had preferred to focus on the drink rather than the man himself. You felt him scooting closer towards you, nudging you with his elbow. “Don’t be mad, I’m an even bigger douchebag once you get to know me!” He continued joking, giggling to himself like he’s the funniest person ever. He reached for the remote control for the TV to put something on for the two of you to watch.

“What do you feel like watching today?” He asked without sparing you a glance. You gave it a thought, you let out a giggle as you thought of a movie to watch. “Little Mermaid,” you told him, you were expecting him to judge and disagree, but he immediately put it on for the two of you to watch.

Yeonjun seemed to know some of the songs, confidently singing the parts that he knew. He was a strange man, you had to admit that. He seems to be fine with being shallow, he’s not scared to invite a random stranger to get drunk with him alone in his house, and now he’s singing to Disney movies. The fact that he had been vacuuming his floors and playing his guitar in the dead of night didn’t sound so weird anymore.

“So, what do you do Y/N? You’re a student?” He asked leaning against the sofa, his head casually falling onto your shoulder as he eyed you. You nodded, “I’m gonna graduate soon, and probably work some mundane fucking job.” He liked your answer, his face showed how amused he was. “Then don’t work! Do something you actually like.” He told you, but you couldn’t help but snicker at his response.

“I didn’t take you for an optimist, Yeonjun.” He jolted upon hearing you say that. “Optimist? I’m just rich. I don’t have to work like you,” he shrugged, he looked prideful as he told you that, obviously flaunting his wealth. “Prick.” You mumbled under your breath as you took a big sip of soju.

The two of you continued watching the movie and talking in between the scenes, you were curious about him. He was a huge asshole, but at the same time he wasn’t. He tries to console you when you share something about yourself like how you had probably flunked your tests, but then he would say something extremely self-absorbed it’ll leave you speechless.

He shared a lot about himself, but at the same time you felt like you still didn’t know who he was. You honestly couldn’t tell when he was joking and when he wasn’t. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was stopping you from fully understanding his character. Or perhaps he’s just a big asshole.

When the movie ended, Yeonjun was fairly disappointed upon realising that you were immediately going to leave, “are you leaving?” He asked, looking up at you as you sat up from the sofa. He looked like a puppy as he stared at you. You nodded, stretching a little after not moving for so long. He frowned as he made his way to the front door to see you out.

“Don’t you wanna stay?” Yeonjun continued asking despite you already having one foot out of his house. You stopped in your tracks as you looked at him. “No.” You deadpanned, before sliding your feet into your slippers. Yeonjun was a little taken aback by your answer, but he remained calm.

“Y/N, you’re so mean to me.” He told you as he watched you make your way to the stairway. You mouthed a half-hearted sorry as you continued to walk, “it’s kinda hot, actually. I like it!” He added, raising his voice a little higher so you would be able to hear him from the distance. Your body jolted as you immediately turned back to look at him, “what did you just say?”

Yeonjun gave you a wink, as he waved at you. “See you tomorrow.”

[stareesm]

out of the oven .⠀━━⠀choi yeonjun

⠀⠀(ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈)⠀⠀synopsis choi yeonjun comforts you after a rough day.

pairing txt c.yn x gn!reader⠀genre comfort & fluff⠀warnings mild implications of stress⠀word count 375⠀note just a small thought :)⠀© stareesm

⠀⠀YEONJUN⠀⠀was unbeknownst to the sight of utter turmoil waiting behind him. piles of dough-splotched mixing bowls scattered across the kitchen counter, its surface barely visible. heaps of whisks, spatulas, measuring spoons, and whatnot awaited him in the murky waters of the sink. and there he crouched patiently in front of the oven, amidst the heart of the chaos, with his mitten-gloved hands ready to grip a fresh tray of biscuits.

he glanced to and fro at the blinking digits of the timer, anticipating a ring to reach his ears any time now. instead, his ears were pleasantly greeted with the familiar sound of metal keys jingling and a lock turning. yeonjun craned his neck towards its source, where his eyes met your figure shuffling into the entrance.

“hey, honey, i’m home.”

yeonjun immediately frowned at your tone. your voice was monotonous with lethargy, thin and croaky. you let out a dense sigh, eyes clamping shut as you tried to rub away the lack of sleep from your eyes. it was obvious that your day hadn’t been the greatest, and it made yeonjun’s heart sink in a sea of hurt.

“oh, baby…” he sighed pitifully as he pouted, his shoulders dropping. yeonjun slipped his oven gloves off and set them aside, striding toward you.

his arms encircled your tired figure from behind, enveloping you in his endless warmth. the both of you swayed gently like leaves tickled by the wind in the entrance of your home, a pillowy silence forming. no words were exchanged, just a mutual acknowledgement of each other’s presence - enough to ground you from your sky of worries. it was the breath of fresh air you longed for after holding your breath for goodness knows how long.

the shared tranquillity was destroyed by an ear-splitting ring bouncing off the walls.

“oh, they must be ready!” yeonjun exclaimed, his head turned towards the oven. “i was baking biscuits for you while you were at work.”

“let’s give them a try, shall we? i hope they don’t turn out like last time,” you chuckled softly, his arms still wrapped around you. he snapped his head back upon hearing your response, a scornful look stretched across this face.

“it’s not my fault the salt wasn’t labelled!”

[piakae]

5:52 pm — yeonjun.

spending blue hour in your small, cramped bathroom cutting yeonjuns hair was not planned. in fact, it was only suggested around 7 minutes before he was sat on the toilet lid and you were stood in between his legs with a hair straightener in your right hand. he knew he could trust you, recalling the countless times you’ve cut your own hair in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth.

yeonjun’s eyes were focused on the design of your (his) t-shirt, your eyes focused on his over grown black locks.

the short puffs of steam from your hair straightener rose into the bathroom air, making its way out of the small window where you could see the dark blue horizon. his eyes were now over shadowed by the straightened stands, proving your idea was much needed. it was far too long and far too uneven, long in some places, short in others.

you combed his hair carefully, attempting to ignore the burning stare he was attacking you with. “if you keep staring at me, i’ll cut your bangs so short they’ll be considered baby hairs.”

he chuckles, looking down again with a small ‘sorry’. but it was difficult.

your breath was on his forehead, your hands were on his cheek and in his hair, at some points on the back of his neck. he glanced up again. you looked incredible. yeonjun made it known he loved your personally, appearance, pure aura, and not only in overbearing compliments. in little smiles, heart-eyed stares, kisses and touches. it was expected, he was your boyfriend. but he meant it more than anything else in the world. here you were, stood in front of him with focused, beautiful, eyes, and parted, pretty, lips. how could he resist?

it was moments like these that you and yeonjun thrived. though he had to blow the cut hair off his cheeks at times, you both flourished in the comfortable silence. your hands thoughtfully and carefully made their way around his hair, cutting that, trimming this. he looked funny with completely straight hair that seemed to be stuck to his head, but it didn’t mean he didn’t look handsome. you wipe his shoulders off, hair falling beside yeonjuns feet and the toilet.

your focus ran deep. so deep in fact, that you didn’t even feel yeonjuns hands crawling to rest on your hips, or how his fingers hooked into your jean’s belt loops. you hook your pointer finger under his chin and point him to look directly at you, focusing on his bangs. he smiles, deciding to sacrifice his hair to continue staring at you.

“your nearly done, yeonjun. you don’t want me to wreck it now, do you?”

“if it means i can stare at you, maybe.”

you smile softly, patting his shoulders off once again and setting the small pair of scissors onto the bathroom counter. you took a step away from him, taking one last look at his hair. “perfect,” you whisper.

“perfect,” he whispers back, smiling.

tags: @raevyng @i520cm @enhacolor

a/n: ik i’ve used this photo of yeonjun already but it was the only mainly blue one i could find 😭😭

[lovergonebad]

Black Cat ~ *Choi Yeonjun*

Summary: Yeonjun made a mess of all your potions that you've made for your clients. Now it's up to him to own up and clean up after himself.

Pairing: Cat!Choi Yeonjun X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 803

Warning: Cat!Yeonjun

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve

“Get inside. NOW!” You shouted, your voice thundering through the usually peacefully peaceful forest. You were hardly ever this furious, however he knew this time he crossed a line.

Slinking inside, the sleek black cat made his way into your cottage and jumped onto your desk chair. It was then that Yeonjun transformed into his human form. He rested his chin on his hand and pouted like he didn't know what he did. But he did know what he did. Although you should know that accidents happen.

You pointed to the mess on your workbench. It was littered in glass shards from broken jars and spilled potions. At least the flames of your candles were blown out and your grimoire was tucked into your bookshelf, or else you'd be even more furious with the amount of damage he caused. Still, all of the important stuff was safe. So Yeonjun had no idea why you were this mad at him. So he made a little mess! No big deal!

“What. Did. You. Do?” You snapped, your pointed finger shaking in fury.

Yeonjun shrugged, acting like it wasn't that big of a problem, although he wasn't making eye contact with you. “It was just an accident, that’s all. I was chasing a bat.”

“You were chasing a bat.” Your glare was starting to freak him out now. He found himself adjusting his carefree posture into a straight back with his hands on his knees. “YOU WERE CHASING A BAT ON MY WORKBENCH AND SET ME BACK SIX MONTHS IN POTION WORK! TELL ME, WAS THAT BAT WORTH THE MESS YOU MADE?!”

“W-well, I didn’t want it to get anything that was important-”

“THOSE POTIONS WERE IMPORTANT!” You let out a scream of frustration before sinking down into a chair near the hearth, your head in your hands.

Yeonjun didn’t mean to make you so upset. True, he knew he shouldn’t have been near your workbench with all your important projects on them. Really, he should've been smarter about the whole thing. Now he knew he needed to fix his mistake, somehow.

An idea dawned on him and before he could contemplate on the effectiveness of it, he got to work.

First things first, Yeonjun grabbed a log near the hearth and stoked the fire more. This allowed him more light to work with. Taking a slender stick from the fire, he started to light the candles near the workbench and began to clean up. He took his time and care when handling the glass shards and mopping up the potions. He didn’t want to cross-contaminate anything or accidentally get something on him. The last time he messed with your potions, he had spiky neon fur that would change colors every time he sneezed (which was frequently, due to another potion he was doused with) with the effects lasting for a whole month. You wouldn’t stop laughing at him, which positively vexed him. But now he found himself smiling at the memory. It was nice hearing you laugh rather than you yelling at him like you did earlier.

As he finishes cleaning up, you appear by his side. You didn’t say anything at first, just stared at the now clean table. Feeling anxious again, he knew he needed to say something to you first.

However you beat him to it. “Thank you, Yeonjun.”

“I’m sorry, for making such a mess and putting you behind in your work. I didn’t mean to be so careless. I'm truly sorry.”

“I forgive you.” You assured him before adding, “But now you have to help me remake all of the potions you destroyed.”

He winces before nodding. “I completely understand. I’ll help with whatever you need help with.”

You smile at him, but it wasn’t your usual tender smile. It held mischief and a slight bit of malice in it. “You have to go out into the forest and replenish all of my ingredients you ruined. And when I run out, you have to go out again and repeat every time I run out until all the potions are done for the year.”

Yeonjun opened his mouth to protest, but swallowed his objections. He could be getting it a whole lot worse. Sure, he hated going out foraging alone, but you needed the time and concentration to redo all of those potions. It was the least he could do for all the trouble he caused you.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

You scratched the top of his head, right in between where his ears would be if he were in his cat form. “Thank you, Yeonjun. Now go fetch!”

Grabbing the little basket he used when he went foraging with you, he left the cottage. Grumbling under his breath, he muttered, “Be a familiar, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

[niki-phoria]

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

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

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

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

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

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

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

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

“‘m fine,” he rasps out. 

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

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

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

⋆｡°✩ soobin

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

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

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

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

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

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

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i love you too.”

[bowlofsoob]

LOVER BOY™

yeonjun x gender neutral reader

for extra money an ai company pays yeonjun to roleplay as a boyfriend on one of their fake dating apps since they can’t afford to have a proper ai. it’s easy money but you drive him over the edge when you keep begging for esex.

nsfw is skippable!! content warnings — semi public sex, hickeys, biting, blowjobs, untouched cumming, degrading, leashes, grinding, oral sex, top yeonjun

notes; my attempt at gender neutral smut, when he’s fucking you it can be…ykw either 🐱 or 🍑…wtv u want! 🤞

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You try to busy yourself with packing away your things as you feel Yeonjun approach your seat, but it was to no avail because your palms were far too sweaty to do anything. Before you knew it his knuckles were knocking the table before you and causing you to look up into his eyes.

“Hey,” he greets, a sly smirk on his lips as he leans down to get to your level, “You free?”

You could only manage a nod as he grins at your reply. Without a warning he grabs ahold of your backpack and swings it on his shoulder, his own bag on his other one.

“Let’s go,” he hums as he starts walking ahead of you.

“You don’t have to carry my shit,” you insist, catching up to him as you both walk out the building together. A few people stare, which reminds you of how well-known Yeonjun is around campus.

“I want too,” he hums, leading you down a walkway and towards the parking lot, “Did you drive to class?”

“No,” you frown, “I walked, I don’t have a car.”

“I’ll give you a ride from now on, yeah?” he hums, unlocking a nearby car and tossing your bags into the back seat of it. He pulls open the passenger door for you with a bow and gestures you inside.

“Y/n,” he says, locking the doors once he tucks himself inside, “Sounds good on my tongue.”

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that.

“Where are we heading?” you ask instead, nervously putting on your seatbelt. You were so close to him and your texts from the last few nights circled around your mind.

“Arcade?” Yeonjun asks, tapping his fingers on the wheel, “I haven’t been in a while,” he smiles, looking over at you.

“Sounds fun,” you agree, settling into your seat as Yeonjun pulled out of the parking spot.

The arcade he took you to was one of the bigger ones, but the lot was completely empty apart from a few stranded cars that presumably belonged to the workers.

You both made your way inside, Yeonjun holding the door open for you as you marveled at the interior. The carpeted floor held abstract designs and the sounds of the whirring machines filled your ears. You felt nostalgic as Yeonjun put some money into one of the machines and pulled out two loaded cards for you.

“Where should we start?” he asked you, holding up the token cards you guys would use to play the games between his fingers, a smile tilting his lips.

You pointed to the racing games, already bounding over and tucking yourself into a chair.

Yeonjun swiped the cards for you and the game lit up as the seats you were sitting on came to life. You gripped the steering wheel as the animations started and you and Yeonjun laughed at one another whenever he drove off the digital road.

The day was spent trying to win every colorful game Yeonjun’s greedy eyes landed upon and pouting when he inevitably lost. He had lost his skill after not playing for years, or at least that’s what he told you.

You, on the other hand, were hitting the jackpot with every game and were on a winning streak when you guys emptied out your cards' digital tokens.

“Do you wanna recharge them?” Yeonjun asked, gesturing to the cards.

“It’s alright, your ego can’t take any more losses,” you laughed as you guys wandered over to the prize counter. You didn’t have an interest in any of the candy but Yeonjun did reach out to pet the plush fox sitting atop one of the shelves tagged with a price of 5,000 tickets.

“I wanna take it home,” he smiled, pinching the fox’s ears before kneeling down to look in the glass cases and its prizes. You didn’t have a big desire to use your tickets on anything so while he was admiring a giant chocolate bar you gestured to the worker to take the plush down for you. You tapped on Yeonjun’s shoulder and handed it to him.

He looked down and made a rounded o shape with his lips at the fox staring back at him. Yeonjun had a flushed look on his face as he stared down at it.

“Thank you,” he smiled, and you laughed, finding amusement in Yeonjun’s embarrassment.

“We’re even now,” you assured as you both exited the arcade building. The staff bid them farewell as they did so. You made a mental note to post about it later but the only pictures you had were ones of you and Yeonjun in the photobooth.

The two of you made your way back to Yeonjun’s car in the empty parking lot, tucking yourselves into the seats. Yeonjun sat the fox plush in the backseat, which garnered a smile out of you as you started up the heater.

The sky was a dull grey and the air was humid as they waited for the heater to kick in. The R&B streaming out of the car’s speakers almost lulled you to sleep until you noticed the pitter-patter of water against the car’s windows.

“Seems like we’ll be stuck here for a while,” you observed, watching as the rain droplets dripped down the window’s exterior.

“Are you okay with waiting it out?” Yeonjun asked, pulling up the weather forecast on his phone, “I can ask someone to pick us up if you want.”

“It’s alright,” you assured, waving him off, “I’d rather wait it out with you.”

“Alright,” Yeonjun replied, putting his phone away.

You watched as Yeonjun undid his seatbelt, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt as the car had started to grow humid from the rain. You swallowed at the flash of a collarbone that was now exposed.

“Eyes are up here,” Yeonjun chuckled, his breathing slow and reverent. You felt his chest tighten.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your teeth digging into your lips as you felt yourself grow hot. The sweater vest you wore was not helping.

“If we’re going to be here for a while, you should get more comfortable,” Yeonjun suggested, reaching over to undo your seatbelt, his hands lingering on your chest.

You reached out to grab Yeonjun’s palm, enclosing it in your right hand. You didn’t say anything as you caressed the other’s hands, feeling your anxiety wash away with the rain. Spending the day with the male your harbored feelings for had lessened the nerves prickling around your body.

You stare, watching Yeonjun’s face like it was the prettiest art piece in a gallery. The gentle dip of his nose and his angular chin, along with the dark hair that adorned his head that fell in strands from its original style due to their long day at the arcade. He was breathtaking.

Yeonjun was snarky and playful when they both grew overly competitive while playing children’s arcade games, but now he sat still, waiting for your next move.

You move your head down and bring Yeonjun’s hand to your lips. You both make brief eye contact before your lips meet Yeonjun’s palm, trailing kisses alongside it before bringing the index and middle finger into your mouth.

Yeonjun’s gaze hardened as you swirl your tongue around them and pulled your lips back, a trail of saliva in its wake.

Yeonjun moves his hand from your grasp to grab the back of your neck, tugging you close. Both of your eyes met for a second before your lips met. His kisses weren’t gentle but they weren’t rough, it was possessive to an extent and it had you tugging on Yeonjun’s hair.

The position was awkward with their bodies angled towards one another, but that didn’t matter since all you could focus on was the pair of lips moving against your own.

“Fuck, hold on,” Yeonjun muttered as he pulled back, moving his hand beside your seat and pushing the lever to recline it back before he climbed atop you.

You snaked your hands around Yeonjun and brought him onto your lap as your lips met once again, your hands sneaking under Yeonjun’s shirt and caressing his lower back.

Yeonjun’s hand moved to his hair and pulled off the hair tie holding his hair together and let you run your hands through it, tugging on it as his lips moved to your neck.

You bucked your hips up in response, a gasp leaving your lips as Yeonjun raked his teeth along your neck and used his free hand to grip your waist.

Yeonjun bit down and that was all it took for your to tilt your head back, eyes practically at the back of your head as the pleasure surged through you. The pain felt blissful.

Yeonjun hummed, licking his lips across the bite mark before bringing his head back up.

“Seems I’ve found out just exactly what you like,” he drawled, bringing his free hand to your’s neck and hardening his grip, “You like to feel a little pain, don’t you?”

You answered with a moan escaping your lips, your eyes falling shut as the hand on your waist kneaded its knuckles into your skin.

“How bad do you want this?” Yeonjun mused, his voice a shadow of his usual condescending tone.

“I want you,” you breathe, a heat pooling in your stomach as Yeonjun unbuttoned your jeans with expertise. It had you a bit envious to see him do it so quickly but that feeling quickly dispersed when you felt Yeonjun’s warm hand palm your sex over your boxers. Your cheeks were now felt flushed as he looked down at you.

Impatience grew between the both of you and Yeonjun pressed his lips against yours once again while simultaneously palming you. The ring hanging on Yeonjun’s lips felt cold against your own as Yeonjun tilted his head. you opened your mouth as you felt the air hit your nether region, Yeonjun had pulled your boxers down.

Yeonjun pulled away and shoved his fingers roughly into your mouth without warning, the tips of his fingers just reaching the back of your throat.

“Spit,” he ordered, Yeonjun’s hand still getting you off.

It felt odd to be the one being given orders, but you didn’t push it away as you did as you were told. Once again, a string of saliva left your lips as Yeonjun pulled his fingers away. Instead of bringing it down to your hole immediately, he brought it to his lips, Yeonjun’s tongue licking around his own fingers and the remnants of your saliva while maintaining eye contact.

Within a blink, the fingers were inside you and your body surged with pain as two fingers went in and out of you. Your hands gripped the seat’s armrests as Yeonjun didn’t show you any mercy and quickened his pace, head coming down to suck the skin on your neck.

You bucked your hips up as Yeonjun’s fingers went in and out, matching your rhythm. Your right hand found Yeonjun’s back as you attempted to steady yourself.

Your neck was littered with Yeonjun’s marks as the other male lifted his head once more, inserting a third finger with a gleam in his eyes.

Your jeans and boxers were pooled by your feet and you felt on display as you were surrounded by windows, but you didn’t care at all as the pain seamlessly transformed to pleasure.

You reached down to use your free hand to help yourself release, body jerking this way and that as Yeonjun had to keep you pinned down which only made you go faster.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” Yeonjun teased, lifting his lips from your’s neck and removing your hands from yourself. Yeonjun removed his fingers from your hole, much to your dismay, and dragged them along your cheek, your juices staining your face.

“Let’s try this,” Yeonjun hummed, “Arms above your head,” he instructed you who followed suit. Yeonjun pulled at your top and yanked it over your shoulders so your bare chest was exposed. He marveled at the sight of your erected nipples for a second before he pulled the seatbelt from the top of the car down and wrapped it around the headrest and consecutively your arms. He tied it in a knot before nodding to himself.

“Stay still like the good whore you are,” Yeonjun smiled, inserting his fingers once more, you could only buck his hips up in desperation for any friction. You felt your hole tighten around Yeonjun’s fingers and a feeling rise from his lower region.

“I’m gonna cum, Yeonjun,” you groaned, the material of the seat belt digging into your skin. Your eyes fell shut as you felt Yeonjun slow down his pace.

“I can't have you do that so quickly,” Yeonjun murmured, removing his fingers slick with your insides and moving his hands to his own pants. He removed his belt with ease, the leather gripped in his hands as Yeonjun only pushed his pants down far enough for his cock to come out.

Yeonjun got down on his knees, the seat being pushed far enough back for him to comfortably sit, and spread your’s legs open.

“Have to prepare your tight hole,” he murmured, his head in between your legs. You felt his tongue slide up your thigh, leaving a trail of kisses until Yeonjun reached your hole. His tongue swirled the edge, slowly and knowingly, as your let out a cry of pleasure. The feeling only increased when Yeonjun traced a wet circle around the rim just before he dipped his tongue in.

Before your could release right then and there Yeonjun removed his mouth from your sex and sat back up, crawling atop you and lining his cock with your hole.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun groaned as he slid in, his cock inside you. The tip of his hard cock made contact with your entrance, unprotected.

Your wrists were burned from the seatbelt due to how much you were tugging, but you couldn’t control yourself. Yeonjun let himself simply sit inside you as you grew used to the feeling, not thrusting just to edge you even more.

“Are you gonna be good for me and be loud?” Yeonjun asked, taking his belt from the floor of the car and snaking it around your neck.

“Yes,” you whimpered as Yeonjun clasped the belt around your neck. He grabbed the loose end and used it as a leash to tug on it and bring your head closer to him.

“Good,” Yeonjun praised, one hand on the belt and the other on your waist, “Nice and loud.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Yeonjun was pulling out only to slam right back in again. He rocks back and forth as he does so, his nails digging into your bare waist. It was difficult to control yourself when Yeonjun was buried so deeply inside of you.

You moaned in arpeggios as Yeonjun lifted himself out of you once again, his tip trailing the inside of your thigh only to thrust back into him again. It was rough and harsh, just like you preferred it to be.

“I’m gonna fill you up at this rate,” Yeonjun muttered, bucking your hips up to meet Yeonjun’s with every thrust, “You’re ruining me.”

Your head was tugged from the belt Yeonjun held in his hands, your guys’ faces a mere inch away from each other when Yeonjun locked your lips together. You felt the taste of metal as Yeonjun’s tongue explored your mouth, the knowledge of the male above you having a hidden piercing only fueled you more.

You could feel your orgasm nearing since your hole was tightening around Yeonjun’s dick. You were just a hole at that moment and would let Yeonjun do whatever he wanted to you at that point. The sounds of skin on skin filled the car as the windows steamed up from the heat inside.

He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your guys’ lips, as Yeonjun’s head tilted back.

“I’m gonna fill you up to the brim,” was the last thing you heard as Yeonjun rode out his orgasm. Your hole clenched as you felt warmth ooze inside of you, causing your eyes to fall shut and legs to tremble.

Yeonjun slowly pulled his cock out of your hole, cum spilling out as Yeonjun wrapped his palm around his own cock to get the excess cum off. Once his fingers were covered in white he reached up to shove his fingers into your swollen lips.

You were in a daze as you tasted Yeonjun upon his tongue, swallowing every last bit as Yeonjun tucked his cock back into his pants before looking down at your lower region.

“I can’t allow your filthy cum to get on my seats,” Yeonjun slurred as he leaned towards you while inserting two of his fingers into your hole, “It costs far too much, how would I explain that to the cleaners?”

Yeonjun snickered as he pushed in the cum threatening to spill out of you with his fingers, “Would I tell them my little slut creamed all over my car?”

You cried out at the overstimulation instead of responding, not like you would be able to since your mind was clouded. Yeonjun’s words only sent trembles up your spine and down to your privates which were wetter than before if that was even possible.

“Excited…again? Already?” Yeonjun asked, looming over you, “I didn’t know you were this easy.”

“Please,” you whined, wanting to use your own hands to finish yourself off. The stimulation was too much for you.

“You didn’t get to cum yet, think of this as your reward,” Yeonjun said, removing his fingers and grinding against your sex.

Yeonjun’s hips moved fast and it didn’t take much for you to release right into his lap. You were ashamed at how quickly it had taken you but your crush just had that effect on you.

“A little pathetic how quickly you came,” Yeonjun scoffed, dragging his palms sullied with your cum across your chest, “Are you that much of a whore?”

You could only nod as the sticky substance dripped along your skin, your sex drained as Yeonjun cleaned off his fingers, each one leaving a resounding pop. He dragged his fingers across your chest and swirled them around your nipples, moistening them before pulling back.

“I think you should sit in your mess until you get home,” Yeonjun smiled, reaching down to grab your boxers and pants that were pooled around your legs and hoisting them up.

You swallowed as Yeonjun pulled your jeans up and buttoned them for you and you could feel your wet sex against the fabric of your boxers. You were still full of Yeonjun’s cum and it felt warm as you squirmed around in your seat.

Unlike the sex they just had, Yeonjun was gentle with the way he untied the seatbelt adorning your wrists and rubbed at the red ring now encircling his hands from them. The belt around your neck left red marks along with the love bites littering your skin, it felt sore but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Sorry,” Yeonjun apologized as he buckled his belt around his waist, proceeding to lift your top from the ground, “Looks like it’ll take a while to heal.”

“Don’t be, I quite liked it,” you assured as you pulled the shirt over yourself as Yeonjun maneuvered himself over back to the driver’s seat, fixing up his disheveled hair in the mirror.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yeonjun drawled as he turned the radio down, the window finally clearing up as he rolled them down.

“Looks like the rain has stopped,” you observed while you fixed your collar, the marks on your neck would need to be hidden for the next few days.

“I guess I should take you home,” Yeonjun nodded, albeit reluctantly.

“Yeah,” was all you said before you felt a hand caress his thigh.

Yeonjun held a small smile on his face as he proceeded to pull out of the parking lot with one hand on the wheel, a flustered you beside him. You could only bite your tongue as a multitude of dirty thoughts once again raced through your mind. But getting into a car crash because you wanted to get fucked again was not one of your kinks.

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[itgirlgyu]

⚠️— might be suggestive!!

"i know what you want,"

your threat is nothing but a fatal invitation to yeonjun; calamitous attraction beckoning him towards you, only a few sane thoughts keeping him from colliding into you. the separation tastes like copper as it cuts into his tongue.

" i want you. " yeonjun confesses, through webs of sincerity he has long abandoned whenever the topic came to you, but not tonight. he was desperate to hold you; feel your softness under his calloused fingers, and deceitful decisions.

"to own me or to love me?" comes your brave reply. yeonjun doesn't speak a word but he stalks towards you. his hooded eyes reflecting his true intention in a long, long time. his hands touch yours, as though they'd melt away from the heat he is emitting—you've got to admit they do burn.

it's painful, and satisfying to have him. probably not fully, but the way his hands roam from your palms to your forearms to inch you closer to his embrace—you cannot help but soak in the scathing fire of his love.

"to submit myself."

© to itgirlgyu. feedbacks are always appreciated!!!

[beom1e]

12:13 am — long way

pairing yeonjun x gn! reader. genre fluff. wc 288.

the train was moving quickly but smoothly, only slowing when it came to a station that others needed. you knew that if you were to look out of the window, everything would be dark except for the occasional light source provided in tunnels or by lampposts. it was comforting, despite the fact the train felt deserted and you hated still being in transit so late at night.

yeonjun had sacrificed his own comfort for your own. he had taken the aisle seat of the train, then patted his lap to gesture for you to lay your head down. it had been a long day, and you were just grateful to be heading home.

it had already been an hour of your head resting in his lap and your legs stiffly bent at the knee in order to fit into the small space. music had been softly playing through your headphones as you had drifted in and out of consciousness, and he was softly rubbing his fingers against your scalp.

‘hey,’ yeonjun gently pulled one of your headphones out of your ear. ‘we’ll be there in ten.’

you stretched as far as possible within the small space, groaning at the stiffness in your joints. your boyfriend smiled down at you, quickly dipping down to place a kiss on your lips. you audibly complained, asking for another. he laughed shortly before closing the gap once more.

‘do you think you could carry me home?’ you mumbled sleepily. ‘my legs don’t work.’

‘i don’t think i can hold two suitcases and three bags in one hand and you in another, as much as i’d like to,’ he frowned. ‘how about we just order an uber?’

with a sigh, you nodded in agreement.

[boba-beom]

꩜˖*⋆｡˚ accident | OT5

⟢ non-idol!ot5 x reader

⟢ drabble; angst, some comfort

⟢ travelling several hours to what was meant to be a mini road trip with friends took a turn when you ended up in a car accident.

⟢ wc: 838

⟢ warnings: injuries, mentions of blood, slight arguing, cursing, reader comforting members.

⟢ a/n: ot5. the site of a car accident. angst. anon’s req for my event!

the ringing noise pained your ears, panting as a pair of hands hastily lured you out of the vehicle. harsh sirens from the distance didn’t help that pain, wincing as you could almost feel your head throbbing if someone were to lay their palm against your temples.

“yeonjun- where’s yeonjun?!” you panic, knowing that he was the one driving and the rest of you were either half asleep or silently scrolling through the social media abyss on your phones.

“he’s here.” beomgyu calls you over by waving his hand, sitting on the side of the road with the guy you were looking for, his hands cradling his head.

“fuck, yeonjun are you okay? are you hurt? what happened?”

you rushed over to him, letting go of taehyun’s hold on you as you failed to make your way to him. you’re limping; unaware that you also have a few cuts along your calf from where you were sat in the car. that’s where the other car had hit.

sitting beside yeonjun, you gently caress his arms, slouching while you cooed ‘it’ll be okay’s and ‘you’re alright’s.

“what happened?” soobin scoffs, spitting some blood on the ground, he can feel in his mouth after the collision. he was sat in the passenger's seat and was supposed to be talking to yeonjun to make sure he didn't get too tired, but who knows why he didn't because you were asleep. “what happened was that this asshole didn’t slow down at the crossroads nor did he check the light. isn’t that right?”

soobin was standing behind where yeonjun was sat, nudging his back with his knee. yeonjun’s shoulder jolts forward, not saying a word but huffing while he was still facing the ground; glass shards spread around and in front of him and the damaged vehicle.

you ‘tsk’ at soobin, "bin, quit it." looking up to scowl at him but he looked past it and refused to leave it be.

“hyung-” hueningkai tugs on soobin’s sleeve, backing him off from the eldest.

“what, got nothing to say?” soobin spat, nudging yeonjun again.

but this time the latter swung his head around, stumbling slightly while getting up on his feet despite his injured shoulder and his hands scuffed with cuts and grazes. he slips out of your hands but you remain sitting on the cold concrete, too overwhelmed to move.

soobin laughs sarcastically, approaching the older male and about to push his shoulders if it wasn’t for taehyun pulling yeonjun away, and beomgyu and hueningkai attempting to calm soobin down, holding him back.

“I’m sorry.” yeonjun croaked, his voice was weak and his head hung low.

“yeah? well that bullshit of a sorry isn’t going to help if one of us were severely injured. you’re lucky we’re somewhat okay.”

"soobin, honestly, stop it. it's over now, so quit shouting at jjun." you speak up, raising your voice from the curb of the pavement.

soobin’s chest starts heaving, filled with rage as he shoves the two younger ones off of his arms. he turns around and walks away from the rest of you for the moment.

beomgyu told yeonjun to sit back down shaking his head in soobin’s direction while the ambulance made its way to the site.

“hyung, I’m sorry I fell asleep. I know no one was talking to you so that’s why-”

“no, it’s okay. it’s my fault, I should have stopped somewhere.” yeonjun sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while his brows furrowed.

“jjun, tell me what happened.” your gentle voice was enough to have him break down at that moment. a contrast from soobin’s tone with him earlier.

as you wait for yeonjun to speak the cars on the other lanes continued to curve their way around yeonjun’s car and the other car involved in the accident.

“soobin was right. I didn’t slow down towards the crossroads, and it was quiet in the car I was dozing off until I heard the horn from the other car.” he takes a deep breath, exhaling before speaking again. “fuck, it could have been worse, all of your lives were put in danger because of me-”

“hey, no, jjun,” you shush him, enveloping your arms around his shaking shoulders. “it could have been, but we’re somewhat okay. and you know for next time, your life is just as important too.”

he buries his face in your shoulder while leaning your temples against each other. beomgyu’s hand bumps with yours occasionally while you both rub on yeonjun’s back to soothe him.

the sirens are now louder, the ambulance approaching the scene with a police car trailing behind.

“uhm, hyung, let’s go talk to them.” taehyun walks up behind the three of you, worry fills his eyes as he notices you comforting yeonjun. you nod your head at him gently to assure that you can handle it for now.

“c’mon jjun, it’ll be okay.” you reassure him again, tightening your hold on him before you helped him up to talk to the authorities.

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