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taeiun · 5 months

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just a little sick with love.

synopsis: it spills out too fast; hard to contain this blurted confession about you (in other words, txt when asked about you during an interview)

who: txt's choi line x gn!reader

categories: a little smth extra fluffy, interview style scenarios

warnings: might be ooc here? reader is referred to as "pretty" and "beautiful" a few times (not in a physical appearance context really), love and babe and jagiya are used as petnames, use of "yn" in the fic, mentions of food and drinks

word count: 0.9k

interviewer: ...but, while we’re on the topic of romance, i’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re currently in a relationship. now, i’m just dying to know, and i’m sure the viewers are too, about who you’ve been seeing so, what can you tell us about them?

✧ YEONJUN !

yeonjun: well to start, they’re the love of my life. [he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with a hum] they understand me in ways no one else would, not even the other members. i can be choi yeonjun with them, you know? not just an idol on stage, not just yeonjun of tomorrow x together. being with them… it’s like walking into a cold room after being out in the sun all day.

interviewer: aw, that’s sweet! how did you get to meet them?

yeonjun: i spilt my drink on them. [he smiles sheepishly] i was in a rush and wasn’t looking where i was going. we bumped into each other and i ruined their shirt. i offered to pay for a new one but the thing about yn is that they’re stubborn. they refused so i asked if could take them out lunch instead. things kind of went from there.

yeonjun: now, they send me tiktoks and reels that remind them of me when we’re away on tour. they surprise me with roses after a show win and always welcome me with a smile, no matter how tired they are. yn is the best thing that’s happened to me and i can’t see myself without them.

interviewer: wow sounds like i might need to sweep them off their feet for myself! [the interviewer laughs]

yeonjun: [he lets out a tense chuckle that ends in a sigh] ah… yeah no, tough luck buddy. they’re mine and always will be.

✧ SOOBIN !

soobin: hmm [he takes a moment to choose his words carefully] where do i begin? [the interviewers laughs] yn is my other half. i don’t really know how else to explain it other than that. they’re effortlessly kind and the nicest person i’ve ever met. they never fail to cheer me up after a long day and are so understanding of my needs. sometimes i think they know me better than i know myself. [he laughs]

interviewer: when did you know they were the one?

soobin: i think i knew we were going to work out for sure when the group and i first went on tour. yn took care of odi for me and sent me video updates. they don’t like recording their voice so i asked them why they sent videos instead of pictures and messages. they replied, “because i know you can’t sleep soundly without hearing my voice, soobin.” i was already in love before then but i think that only grew after hearing those words.

interviewer: if you had to pick between your partner and your career, which would you choose?

soobin: i think that’s an unrealistic question to ask. yn made it clear that they’d never make me pick between our relationship and my idol life. they said i deserved to be happy, to receive the good things in life. for the longest time, i thought i could only have one or the other, a relationship or a successful career, and it wasn’t until i met them that i realized those things could coexist. they’re my biggest supporter and i couldn’t be more grateful for that.

✧ BEOMGYU !

beomgyu: oh, y/nnie! [he visibly brightens] it’s crazy. even though we’ve been dating for a while now, sometimes i wake up and i’m like [beep]... i’m actually dating them. they’re so sweet to me. i’m starting to get cavities from just how kind they are. [he and the interviewer laugh]

interviewer: why them? what is it about your partner that caught your eye?

beomgyu: oh it had to have been their smile. they have the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen and their eyes crinkle in the corners when they do. their laugh is the most beautiful thing i’ve heard. i’d play it on loop twenty four seven if i could. their happiness is infectious. i’ll let you in on a little secret [he leans in, forearms resting on his thighs as he moves to fake whisper to the interviewer] sometimes, they’ll dance and sing around the kitchen when they think im not watching. [he laughs, leaning back in his seat] they probably have way more blackmail on me though.

interviewer: would you say you’re happy?

beomgyu: i’m the happiest i’ve ever been. yn… they make everything i do worth it. i don’t know what i’d do without them. i wish they could see themselves through my own eyes because i think they’re the most stunning and beautiful, in every meaning of that word, person on the planet.

bonus:

interviewer: is there anything you’d like to say to your partner back home?

yeonjun: hey, babe! i hope you haven’t forgotten about our one year anniversary coming up. [he says in a teasing voice] you better be taking care of yourself properly while i’ve been gone. [he smiles warmly] i miss you. tour is almost done, love. i’ll be seeing you very soon.

soobin: i hope you’re doing well, love. you better be asleep when this program is airing and i don’t want to see a single text message from you until it’s morning in your time zone. you can get more work done when you’re well-rested. [he smiles] just a little longer, dear. i’ll be home soon.

beomgyu: yn! i can’t wait to see you again, jagiya. there’s so much to tell you and i miss stealing the blanket from you when we sleep. [his expression drops to a serious, but playful one] i’m cashing in that cuddling coupon you gave me for my birthday last year when i get back and expect top tier service.

^ . _ . ^ !? hehe was inspired by a couple cute insta reels that came up on my for you. next txt post will be for ot5 hopefully as long as i have the time

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huenyang · 2 months

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pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader / genre: meet-cute, fluff / word count: 1k / notes: very self indulgent im not going to lie, if theres any spelling mistakes no there aren't

summary: after having a terrible day, the handsome stranger you meet seems to know just how to lift your mood.

The smell of coffee - the cup which was previously in your hands, now all over your shirt and the floor of the convenience store - feels like it burns on the way down to your lungs. Accompanied by the frustrated tears that sting your eyes, you almost want to sink to the ground and rip your hair out.

Today was not your day.

As if having an already stressful day and dropping the coffee you’d paid for wasn’t enough, you had bumped into someone else. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the stranger seems to want to burn himself into your brain while doing nothing at all.

Gazing up at him, you feel your eyes linger a little too long. Maybe gods are real, because this man looks like he’s been sculpted by Aphrodite herself. Good god, you wince. You don’t even know his name and you’re acting like this.

If you weren’t still stunlocked by the events prior, you would’ve made a conscious note of how his dark brown eyes widen in surprise and how his fringe looks just a tad bit too long. Or how his lips curl in a gasp.

It’s not just anybody who looks good under convenience store lighting, you reason.

“Oh my god-” he exclaims hurriedly, reaching out as if he wanted to try and save the cup from spilling. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking when I turned.”

You mumble something, it’s okay, probably. It’s like this one man has completely stolen your ability to be normal. But that’s stupid, he hasn’t done anything but apologize for running into you, like anyone with a drop of sense would.

He looks around, leaning a little to look past the many aisles and motion to the clerk that something had happened.

While he’s doing that, you crouch to finally pick up the cup you had almost forgotten while thinking about the pretty, nice stranger right in front of you.

Ew. None of that.

With a sigh, you hold the plastic carefully, trying to avoid the sticky coffee running down along one of the sides, and begin to make your way to the nearest trash can before it drips more and makes an even bigger mess for the poor employees.

It doesn’t take long for him to come back around, message delivered to the store clerk.

When the stranger talks to you again, he looks like he’s about to apologize, but you silence him with a shake of your head and a mirthless laugh.

“Man…” he sighs, shuffling his hands into his coat pockets. “At least let me make it up to you for ruining your coffee.”

You almost want to cry. Over the coffee, over this stranger who keeps being so kind to you, over everything.

“No no, you don’t have to. It’s just coffee.” but it isn’t. “I couldn’t possibly make someone else pay for my own mistake.”

Now it’s his turn to wave his hand dismissively at you, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s nothing! In fact, I insist. I think I’d like to know you better - without the coffee staining both of our shirts, this time.”

The mention of it brings you back to reality, the sticky beverage all over the front of your shirt feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds on your chest, now. You’re not sure if it’s the memory of spilling your coffee everywhere, or the air inside the store, or something else, but suddenly your cheeks feel significantly warmer. You hope the stranger doesn’t notice.

“I don’t have your name.” You say after a second of consideration. “How can I share a coffee with someone I don’t know the name of?”

The question catches him off guard, too, if the way you can see the realization dawn on his face is anything to go by.

“Choi Yeonjun.”

With a grin, you introduce yourself too. An employee with a mop and a bucket interrupts you then, saving you from an awkward conversation with the pretty stranger- Yeonjun. You both step outside, the small ding of the door opening and closing the only sound between you.

“So,” you start, shuffling your feet anxiously. “Can I have your number- for the coffee, of course.” No other reason. No other reason at all.It feels like the single beat between your question and his answer is an eternity. Maybe you sprung the question up on him too suddenly, or maybe he didn’t even mean it to begin with. But before you can think of even more reasons to go and change your identity entirely, he’s fishing for his phone and handing it to you.

“You can put yours in.” he breathes out. Maybe you’re more far gone than you thought, because it sounds almost dreamy. “I’ll put my contact in yours, too, if that’s okay?”

With shaky hands - from the cold, obviously - you quickly tap in your number, setting your own contact as your name and a little sun emoji. You can see him doing the same to his contact, his emoji choice being the fox instead.

Cute.

“We can set up a date later, whenever you’re free.” He says, handing you back your phone and tucking his own back into his pocket. “Just let me know!”

With that, you go your separate ways. On the way home, your mind wanders. It’s almost hard to believe that your shitty day turned into whatever this is. From spilling overpriced coffee you’d bought to cheer yourself up, to meeting a handsome stranger who not only offered to make up for said overpriced coffee, but also gave you his number? If this was a dream, you don’t want to wake up from it.

The dream doesn’t last long, however, because a ping rings from your phone, startling you out of your fantasy and back into reality.

You hope that the multiple people passing by you on the street don’t notice the way your face breaks into a dumb smile as you read.

From: Yeonjjunie 🦊 Hey!! Just making sure this is the right number!! haha Don’t feel pressured to pick yet btw, we can decide later

#txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x gn reader #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun fluff #writing tag

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flowerui · 1 month

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♫ three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj

fluff, 4.8k words ୨୧ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol

wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ꒱

It’s hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).

It must’ve been when you were still in kindergarten—right, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.

“Are you almost done?” Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.

“No, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just ‘cause you don’t give a shit about your education doesn't mean I don’t.”

“You almost flunked last year. And you’re only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,” Yeonjun deadpans, “how do you even score that bad?” Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.

“Whatever,” you grumble, it’s not your fault you can’t be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. “I feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?”

Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. “I ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.”

“What the hell—and you didn’t invite me?” you whine, “That’s cold, you better let me try it first.”

It’s hours later into the evening when you’re watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately… thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, “You remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjun’s TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.

“He doesn’t usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldn’t get him to shut up,” Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. “He was complaining though, ‘cause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldn’t get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.”

You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjun’s face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. “Oh.”

It doesn’t surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if you’d put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they ‘like-liked’ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.

You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjun’s nice when he’s not being a little shit… and he’s not horrible to look at, one might even say he’s good-looking.

“Are you into them?” The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but you’re not even sure why you asked, you don’t think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.

“...No, I mean, they’re pretty, but,” Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. “they seem kinda… much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldn’t talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.”

“Hm, yeah.” You hum, a weird feeling of… relief washing over you. Yeonjun’s mom comes in to ask if you’re staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.

Later that night, when you’re stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasn’t going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. It’d suck to lose your best friend that way.

“Please do not throw up, because if you throw up, then I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m not gonna throw up,” Yeonjun insists, but it doesn’t sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe you’ve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. “I… am perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“Uhuh.”

“Don’t ‘uhuh’ me,” Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you can’t take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. “Oh, I—I think I’m gonna hurl.” He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.

That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friend’s hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.

“Why’d you drink so much, you know you’re a lightweight.” You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.

“Am not,” he protests petulantly. “I was just—I just felt like it ‘cause I thought it’d make me feel better ‘nd I could stop thinking about other shit.”

“Did something happen?”

“...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.”

“Why? I thought it was going well?” ‘Well’ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjun’s partners, you didn’t hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didn’t hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjun’s relationships—his fleeting interest, you haven’t figured out if you should say anything about it.

“It was just, um. ‘M not over someone…. I didn’t feel right staying in a relationship knowing I’m still not over someone else.”

Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little off—you hope you aren’t going to throw up next… “You haven’t told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Don’t quote me on that, though.”

Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, “I’ll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.”

Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.

You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child.

And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjun’s bed for the night… but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.

He never ended up telling you about this mystery person he’s not over.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” You sigh.

“But why? I thought things between us were going great, I—”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see this relationship progressing any further.”

“But, I—I told my mom about you! You can’t leave me, I love you!”

“Ugh, you asshole,” you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, “You’re supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!”

Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, “I mean he could react like that, couldn’t he?” Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shoulders—not shaking you this time. “Okay, seriously, it’s going to be fine, you’ll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.”

“You’re right… ugh, I’m gonna be late.”

“You’re the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.”

Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, “Okay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, I’ll be waiting here with takeout and beer.”

“You are a grown-ass man.” You deadpan before you’re finally off.

It’s been a good few months since you started seeing this new guy—his name’s Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, you’ve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships… You just can’t seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when it’s going well you ultimately lose interest.

Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but it’d be even worse to just lead him on, right? That’s what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice café that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. You’ll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of ‘Arcadia’ ever again.

“Hey, there you are,” Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.” A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than ‘I was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friend’.

“No worries.”

“Um,” it’s better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, “so, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound too good,” Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you don’t laugh, “What’s up?”

With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, “I don’t think this is going to work out, I just don’t see us—this relationship going any further. I’m sorry and I hope you can understand.” Okay, that wasn’t too scary, if you’re ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.

Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, “I guess I should’ve seen it coming, I mean, I’ve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.”

“Uh… you what?”

“You don’t have to play dumb about it, it’s obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.” Mark sighs, “I think I’m gonna… go, sorry.” He says, then leaves you to spiral.

‘Obvious the both of you are in love’? You and Yeonjun? That’s ridiculous, right?

Leaving what was once your favorite café in a daze, you’re suddenly glad that you’d decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.

“Hey,” Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, “how’d it go?”

“It went fine,” you say with a smile that doesn’t quite make its way to your eyes, “he took it as well as he could have.” It’s weird, that you don’t just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.

Seemingly taking the hint that that’s going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, “Go change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.”

“What the hell! I didn’t think I was gone for that long!” You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.

Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. “I lied, there’s still like half an hour.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.

“I’m starting to think I’m gonna end up alone,” with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, “why’re we both so bad at relationships?”

“Rude,” Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you weren’t so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you might’ve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.

“You’re rude,” you stick your tongue out at him childishly. “Y’know I didn’t mean it like that, though, right?”

“I know.”

“Mm. Maybe…” You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjun’s face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so… “If we’re not… If we’re still single by the time we’re thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.”

Yeonjun laughs, “Okay, I think it’s bedtime, don’t you have work in the morning?”

If you hadn’t fallen asleep right then, you might’ve clapped back with a witty response, or you might’ve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.

“No, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,” you pause, then sigh, “Yes, I know I’m not getting any younger. And, no, I’m not gonna—wait, what?”

“You heard me, I asked when you’re going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, he’d be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!”

Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. “What… are you talking about?” You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.

“Oh, c’mon. You’ve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time together…You may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.”

You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, “Hey—random question—how early do you think is too early to get engaged? Lia’s only been with her partner for like three months, and they’re already engaged! You’ve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?”

“Uh? My… boyfriend?”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend, his name’s Yeonjun, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my… He’s just my best friend.” You’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesn’t make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossiping—all mostly harmless.

You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.

“It’s weird, lately, I’ve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are together…? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?”

“Oh, you poor sweet summer child…”

“Have you still seriously not realized?” Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. What’s up with everyone lately? You’re starting to feel like you’re the only one missing something.

“Realized what?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless.” Taehyun laments, looking as if he’s about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.

Ideally, you’d like to think you’re not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you can’t help but consider: that you’ve never properly thought of Yeonjun that way—in a romantic sense. He’s always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you can’t seem to be rid of (not that that’s an issue). He’s your everything, really.

When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehow—but it occurs to you that as someone who’s never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.

Oh.

How dense can one be to fail to realize they’ve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, it’s seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldn’t realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wasted…

“Are you feeling okay?” Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.

You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didn’t know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you might’ve missed it. “...Sorry, I dunno—I’ve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.”

“You haven’t been overworking yourself again, have you?”

“No…”

Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesn’t quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you don’t jump away like frightened prey when he touches you—wraps around your side. “Let’s watch something tonight? I’ve been hearing about this new Kdrama called ‘My Demon’.”

“That sounds straight out of Wattpad… I’ll order the food.”

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at… way too early in the morning. But all’s forgiven with the realization he comes bearing gifts—food. “What’s that, thirty-four punches I’m gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, you’re old,” he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.

“Shut up, you’re older than me.” You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.

“And if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.”

Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you haven’t quite minded it. They’re spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.

Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. You’d had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when he’d announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. ‘It’s only a six-hour drive’, he’d said, because he’s insane.

You suppose you had a little more to your original plan… you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess that’s why he took so long to grab something to drink from the ‘cooler’, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? “Better appreciate this wine, it was pricey.”

“I distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,” you sigh, but you’re staring down the bottle, “and you already arranged this impromptu trip.”

“Well, I wanted to, it’s not every day you turn thirty-four.” Yeonjun doesn’t add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he can’t meet your eyes properly.

Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You don’t know much about wine—you’re not that old yet—just that it usually tastes good. “Is it good? I don’t think I’ve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?”

“You haven’t, I think you’ll like it. It would’ve gone well with dinner.”

You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.

A couple of glasses later, you blurt, “Thanks. For this—the trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.” It’s not quite what you’d meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.

“I can tell, that’s like your third glass.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourself—if being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, it’s that everything’s worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you don’t take… or whatever the saying is. “Do you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if we’re still single by thirty-four?”

After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, “Yes?”

“I’m surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after… Are you saying we should get married, then?” Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isn’t exactly humorous, “I think that might be enough wine for you.”

“I’ve only had two glasses.”

“Two-and-a-half,” you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. “I’m not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, but—fuck, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point you’re trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. You’d appreciate it if you weren’t about to implode.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if he’ll still be amused once you manage to get the words—your confession out, or if you’ll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. “Fuck, this is kinda difficult.”

“Okay, um,” maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though you’ve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, “So, it’s taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that I’ve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, I—”

“I’m in love with you,” you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. “So, um, you could say something… right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same and—”

“Breathe,” Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. “I was just—you’re being serious? You aren’t just drunk, and you aren’t fucking with me?”

“Two-and-a-half glasses, I’m tipsy at worst,” you reiterate, “and I’m not fucking with you either.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.

“Oh? C’mon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I’m nervous as shit right now.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. “We really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.”

“You… oh.”

“C’mon man, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I just told you your love is reciprocated,” Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, “I’m nervous as shit, too.”

So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, “Can I kiss you?” Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, it’s to not waste any more time.

“Uh… yes.” Yeonjun’s widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.

And, so, you close the distance to kiss him.

Maybe it’s not magical, maybe you don’t feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like it’s meant to be as you cup Yeonjun’s cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.

(“Have you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?” You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.

“Ew, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.”

“...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?”

Yeonjun snorts, “A worm?” then he hums in thought, “I would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. I’d find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.”

“Good answer,” you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips when you part.)

Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love you’s, and the other ‘unnecessary PDA’, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, he’s happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin baked—Kai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.

Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, ‘I’m going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!’ she’d cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way… You didn’t even say anything about marriage, either!

“Hm?” You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.

“I love you.”

“...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.”

“I didn’t do anything bad, I just love you.”

“Mm, you loser. I love you more.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, “‘Cause I think I love you more? So much that I’m asking if you’d do me the honor of marrying me.” He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.

After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that you’re not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, “You—

“You dick, why would you propose to me while I’m half-asleep?!”

“Well, if you said no, I could’ve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me… I’ll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have one—”

Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, “You’re such an idiot, I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you, there’s no question about it.”

You can’t recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high school…

Maybe you can’t pinpoint the exact moment, maybe you’ve just always loved Yeonjun. It’d be hard not to love him; he’s as beautiful as a white rose—inside and out—one that you’d pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe that’s selfish, but you think that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words can’t do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.

“I know. I love you,” he says, because he knows you best.

Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.

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love-is-sourgrapes · 8 months

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☄. *. ⋆ bf texts with yeonjun ੈ✩‧₊˚

Yeonjun x gn reader

Fluff and crack

An - heh, this is nova. This is my new blog where im doing all my K-pop writing stuff now. Hope you like this fic. Please reblog if you liked it

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dreamandback · 3 months

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ME AND MY BOY ❥ choi yeonjun

❥ summary: getting up was never hard when you had yeonjun to wake up to

❥ pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader

❥ genre: fluff. non idol!au.

❥ warnings: established relationship. pet names (my love, angel). food. kissing. unfathomably sappy. star and galaxy references. lmk if i missed anything.

❥ word count: 410

❥ a/n: i poured lots of love into this. first post alert! comments and reblogs are appreciated. (dividers by @/cafekitsune)

waking up was always dreadful, but it wasn’t hard when you had your cute boyfriend to wake up to. when you opened your eyes, his side of the bed was empty but still warm. he must’ve only gotten up recently. you slid out of bed, hair a mess, and walked out of your room to see yeonjun eating cereal at the kitchen island. he had something playing on his phone. you walked up behind him, pressing a kiss to his blonde head of hair. “good morning, my love.” you smiled at him warmly.

he almost choked, not expecting the kiss or for you to be up yet. he glanced at you with flushed cheeks, swallowing the food in his mouth. “morning.” he almost whispered, catching himself falling in love with you again. you looked so pretty in the morning light, with bedhead and glowing skin. he’d kiss you silly, even with your morning breath. he watched you pour your own bowl of cereal, before taking your place next to him and sending him another radiant smile. he ducked his head down at your stare, unbelieving that you were still able to render him so starstruck.

you tilted your head at him in confusion at his avoidance. you gently reached out and tilted his head towards you, a shy smile pulling at yeonjun’s lips at the sight of your loving gaze. “what’s wrong, angel?” you cooed, stroking his cheek lightly. a shiver ran down his spine. whether it was from the soft caress or the nickname, he didn’t know. he looked into your eyes, in awe of the galaxy sparkling within them. “how is it that after all this time, you still make me speechless?” yeonjun muttered, breathless. you smiled bashfully at him, you didn’t know how to respond.

“i could say the same thing about you.” you said softly. “there isn’t a star in the sky i wouldn’t catch for you.” you nearly whispered to him, and he thought it was funny. he didn’t need any of the stars in the sky, he found all of them in your eyes. he'd map out each constellation if you’d let him. he didn’t bother keeping his adoration for you bubbling beneath his skin, instead surging forward to kiss you. his love and passion spilled from inside him, soaking into your skin as you held him closer. and you felt like everything would be alright in this moment, just you and your boy.

dreamandback 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

#yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x gn reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #yeonjun fluff #txt #txt x gn reader #txt x reader #txt x you #txt fluff #yeonjun drabbles #txt drabbles

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pillowbug · 2 months

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Bubbles and Tragedies cyj

yeonjun x gender-neutral reader

synopsis : y/n is struggling to cope with college life when the universe fucks them over even more as their favourite boba place hires the ex they never got over as a boba barista.

genre : crack, smau, exes to lovers, college au, angst (?)

featuring : all txt members, ningning and winter from aespa , jungwon from nct 127, wooyoung from ateez, changbin from skz

warnings : before every chapter, this is a fictional story please take everything in this fic lightheartedly

status : ongoing | started - 26.02.2024 | ended - ... | frequent updates

notes : first smau lets do this 💪💪

profiles :- 1 2 3

chapters :-

ch 1 (miss rodrigo)

ch 2 (pretty privilege)

ch 3 (goofy)

ch 4 (smart)

ch 5 (thief)

ch 6 (icedoutbeast)

tba.

ch 7 (stu dying)

ch 8 (drama)

taglist - open (i may not reply but i will add everyone who requests to be added by sending asks, commenting or messaging)

@owotalks , @beaabz , @luvtyunn , @taleridersstuff , @stormy1408

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bowlofsoob · 6 months

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HE ACCIDENTALLY KISSES YOU ON STREAM

choi yeonjun x gender neutral reader

you, a rather private but popular twitch streamer, go live one night for your fans. you and your boyfriend yeonjun have been pretending to be rival steamers online for the fun of it. but yeonjun forgets your schedule that week and barges in to greet you, not realizing the camera was on. fans go wild.

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The lights emitting off the multiple monitors that surround you bathes your room in a soft glow as you sit in front of your gaming setup, fully immersed in the Twitch livestream. The chat is buzzing with messages from your viewers and you were so engrossed in the game you didn’t even realize the door swinging open beside you followed by your boyfriend entering with a grin on his face.

Yeonjun hadn’t seen you in a week and like an eager puppy had run through your apartment to come find you. He was blissfully unaware of your ongoing stream as he approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your head and playing with your hair.

You immediately flinch in your chair, fingers flying off the controller which results in your character falling to their death as you try to process the situation. The chat is speeding by with emojis and comments as your viewers witness your sworn enemy draping himself all over you. You can already see the article headlines that will surely be released tomorrow about you and Yeonjun.

“Yeonjun,” you whisper, startled, “What are you doing?” you ask, voice strained.

Yeonjun, still clueless about the live stream, merely lets out a quiet giggle and leans in for another kiss, this time on the lips. You manage to pull away just in time, confusing Yeonjun and leaving him with a pout.

“Why are you so stiff?” Yeonjun questions, pinching your cheek.

“I’m on stream,” you quietly say, gesturing to the camera.

Yeonjun's playful expression fades instantly as he follows your gaze and spots the camera, realization dawning on him.

“Oh,” he whispers, removing himself from you and covering his mouth with his palm as he gasps, “Fuck.”

He steps away from the camera as his face flushes pink, embarrassed.

“I should go” Yeonjun awkwardly says.

He offers a sheepish smile to the camera and hastily walks off-screen, leaving you to face your amused chat alone. The weight of the situation starts to sink in as your eyes dart between the chat, where everyone was unaware of the sudden tension in the room as their messages were buzzing with excitement, and the empty space Yeonjun had just occupied.

“I have to go,” you quickly say, “technical difficulties,” you lamely explain.

You fumble with the controls, ending the stream abruptly. The chat reacts with confusion as the screen goes black.

Smooth, Yn, real smooth.

The room is now quiet, the monitors still displaying the remnants of the abruptly ended Twitch stream. You get out of your chair and make your way out to find Yeonjun sitting on your couch with a solemn expression.

He immediately shoots up from his seat when you approach, a string of apologies leaving his lips.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve checked if you were busy.”

You feel a mix of frustration and amusement towards his actions, but couldn’t find it in you to be mad.

“No kidding,” you sigh.

Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he sits back down.

“I didn’t mean to mess things up. I just missed you, and I got carried away,” he frowns.

You feel your expression soften as you walk forward to sit beside him, any feeling of frustration dissipating.

“It’s okay, it was about time anyway,” you console, resting your palm on his thigh and giving it a squeeze, “I missed you.”

“You’re fine?” he asks, turning towards you, “I know you liked pretending we hated one another.”

“It was fun, yeah. But I enjoy liking you more,” you hum, “Now we can film together.”

“As long as you aren’t mad, I was shitting my pants,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans back into the couch, “Can I get my kiss now?”

“Whatever,” you smile, clambering onto his lap as his arms snake around your waist with a familiar ease.

He lazily smiles up at you as you lean in, closing the distance between you both. His hand slides underneath your top and gently kneads your skin as he kisses you with a fervor of someone who hasn’t seen their lover in a week.

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boomboomcat · 9 months

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TXT : if they had their own twitter accounts 🫶 ft. you!!

GENRE : crack, fluff.

WARNINGS : this is not accurate again i’m sorry 😭, cursing, mention of toes.

author’s note : yn so real💪

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kyujism · 2 months

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⟢ ◌ texting txt i miss you ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

♡ིྀ masterlist is right here ! genre fluff, smau , pairing ? ot5 txt x gn reader word count none warnings none

a/n : life may be going to shit rn but at least i still got txt!! also my throat feels dry and im losing all my motivation so i js posted sum text msgs 🧸ིྀ

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boba-beom · 1 year

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❦ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 | TXT OT5

pairing: txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!| headcanons

warning(s): situationships, endearing terms, jealousy, a lot of physical affection, mentions of cuddling, light hearted teasing, tiniest bit suggestive, mentions of kisses, mentions of making out, mentions of arguments, mentions of food, lowercase intended. let me know if I've missed anything!

wc: 1.5k

a/n: happy valentine's day angels, here's a little thing I decided to post sooner than later :>

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 — it's ironic how the both of you grew closer after he tried to help you score a date with one of his friends, after spending so much time planning things out, you eventually grew fond of him and his squeaky laughs that only you've heard. at one point, he admitted that he was becoming hesitant whilst helping you with his friend because he was jealous that all you would talk about is him, but ever since he gained your full undivided attention; he's shown you so much affection, showing you how much he cares for you.

at times when your schedules matched up, he would come by to your apartment and find you busying yourself with uni work / working on your laptop. he assumed you hadn't eaten yet and he assumed right. he's usually the chef when he comes around, cooking you good food, making sure you're eating well to gain energy to study.

when you're going out together to run errands—or just randomly wanting to leave the apartment— both of you unintentionally, or intentionally, wear either matching or complimenting outfits. he's so tall compared to you, you would have your arm linked with his. when you stop in the middle of your walk, he rests his chin on the top of your head, his hands rubbing your shoulders with such gentle movements, people may even mistaken you for a happy couple.

however, there's been times when soobin has been asked to join his friends when they go out. you waive off the offer to come with, suggesting that he should have time to explore and meet new people. it's just that deep down, you're his home. his comfort.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 — you both met during college and after getting to know him through those years, you basically know everything about each other. even down to the smallest detail. yes, yeonjun is extremely attractive and you never thought he'd feel the same about you, but after sharing a spontaneous kiss one night, when it was a just-in-the-moment thing, both of you can't get away from each other.

you hang out a lot, whether it be with your mutual group of friends or just the two of you alone. when it comes to a group hangout you're always sat so close to one another, him cupping his hand on the side of his mouth as he whispers something totally unrelated to the situation, emitting giggles out of you, sometimes even lightly smacking his arm with the back of your palm.

"hey guys, don't you think jjun and y/n would be a really cute couple?" one of your friends would speak out, but you both look at each other and shrug it off with a chesty laugh. every one of your friends are aware that there's something going on between the both of you, but neither of you were bold enough to say it how it is. why is that? you're aware of the people who are into yeonjun, who wouldn't be? he's talented, charming, and very easy-going, yet he's just so attached to you.

you would sometimes find him casually wrapping his arm over your shoulder—which is fair enough, that's what friends do right? but having him kiss your forehead and then your shoulder every time he gets up to leave your side says otherwise. just being satisfied with how your current situation is with him meant that there was no need to change anything about that, maybe it's the fact that you've grown accustomed to your routine.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 — you actually used to find beomgyu unbearable. he was constantly on your nerves ever since your best friend and their partner decided to have a huge hang out with both your friend group and theirs. although he was the first to talk to you from the other group, he was also the first to fold after getting to know you a little more.

it started with him light-heartedly insulting you upon your first meeting, to him genuinely making you laugh, then to him asking for your socials, to him randomly messaging you at unusual times—late night was not as bad, but at the dusk of dawn was interesting. and now he randomly comes over to chill in your room or take you out for a drive around the outskirts of the city.

apart from his comedic persona, he can be very much protective over you. when you tell him you have somewhere to go late in the evening, he'd be on your ass asking questions left, right and centre. you admit you found it annoying, you weren't anything more than friends, heck you two literally disliked each other from the start and now he's here nagging you about the dangers of other people and their intentions with you.

it would lead to arguments, screaming at each other until he sighs and kisses you to shut up. "you're so stubborn sometimes." is what he'd say, breathless in between each kiss. "oh, and you're not? you're so annoying." is what you would proceed to tell him, tugging the collar of his shirt to draw him closer as possible. and to think this happens often yet this is just your dynamic. no one's aware that you spend so much time together, never mind knowing about whether you two have kissed or not. some times you even surprise yourself and turn these heavy kisses into make out sessions, in which you act like the argument never happened when you wake up in the same bed the next morning.

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 — your favourite tsundere. you were somehow drawn to his aura, despite him being quite closed off. not knowing what he's thinking in the given moment, nor whether he even likes you or not. he was just an interesting character to be around. you weren't too sure when you grew comfortable with each other.

however, you started to notice something during summer last year. you had a picnic with your group of friends at the park, and the sun setting caused the breeze to get a little chilly. you were laughing along with the rest of your friends until you felt the warmth of someone else's jacket placed over your shoulders—it was taehyun's of course. he never said anything, just placed it on you and continued participating in whatever group conversation was going on.

you notice it more as time passes, surprisingly still really close with him. you soon came to accept you just have this unspoken routine of him accommodating you with whatever it is you need without having to say anything, or you giving him that physical affection that he secretly enjoys.

cuddling on the sofa has become one of your most recent habits, him sitting with his legs stretched out along the length of the sofa, and you situated between his legs while his chin rests on either your head or your shoulder. his hands would always be fiddling with the string of his hoodie—that you've stolen at this point since he keeps giving you his outerwear to wear.

you would point out attractive people on the t.v and joke around a little, "i think you should start dating again, tyun." "ah, i'll pass. i like how things are now." and he wouldn't trade that for the world.

𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐤𝐚𝐢 — the sweetest guy you have met and he's still just as sweet. the both of you are around each other so often you've started to pick up each other's habits and mannerisms, that even when you're apart, people can sense that you've spent so much time together.

he's someone you can definitely call your life-long friend, but you weren't in the mentality about settling down with someone. kai was super understanding of your decision and he was always there when you needed him, coming by your place and bring you plushies that he doesn't really need anymore. that's only because he thinks you need that sense of comfort more than he does.

you reciprocate those intentions, offering him to go on long walks at your nearby park. even sitting on the hill, peering over the rest of the park below, and having your temple lean on the comfort of his broad shoulder. there's times he'd push you until you're staring up at the sky, and you yank the hood of his puffer coat so you're both giggling side by side. the next second you end up attempting to picture what you see in the clouds.

there are times where the both of you are in your own world when you're over at his dorm. not that you hide away in his room, but you're both sitting on the ground, backs leaning against the foot of the sofa while the rest of his friends take over the seats of the sofas. yet, that doesn't bother you because you're having the time of your life with kai. there's no room to complain about discomfort when he's squishing his cheek on your temple, holding his phone between the both of you as you endlessly scroll on tiktok together. sometimes he'd place a gentle peck where his cheek once laid, though it's something you're so used to, it still pulls an involuntary smile on your face.

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