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SO WHICH ONE OF YALL IS GOING TO WRITE THE FIRST YANDERE!YJ FIC INSPIRED BY THISSSSS

[yezznn]

- Eres para mí - inspired by songs -

pairings: choi yeonjun x gn!reader.

genre: fluff - angst. Idol yeonjun.

warnings: none that I know of - maybe overworked!yeonjun.

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The muffled hum of the city filled the air as you leaned on the windowsill, watching the world below. The faded orange glow of the sunset spilled onto the room, casting long shadows.

It had been weeks since Yeonjun’s schedule tightened like a noose around your shared moments. You understood—the industry demanded that much from him—but understanding didn’t erase the ache of his absence. But what could you do, if it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of?

But leaving has never been an option. It’s not just his presence, though that has always felt like home to you. It’s the quiet certainty in your chest, the unshakable pull that tells you that your place has always been here. Through the chaos, the distance, the fleeting moments when life tries to stretch you apart, you find yourself anchored by the undeniable truth: you belong by his side. The thought of stepping away feels like tearing out a piece of yourself, like leaving the very rhythm that makes your heart beat. So you stay—not out of obligation, but because there is nowhere else in the world where you feel so entirely and irrevocably whole.

Your phone buzzed next to you. A familiar name popped up, and your lips curved into a smile. Sometimes it felt like he could read your mind.

jjun<3: “Wait for me tonight? I have something planned.”

He was always like this—brief, spontaneous, enigmatic texts that left your imagination running wild. You glanced at the clock. Tonight. It didn’t feel real. There was this invisible thread tying the two of you together, no matter how far apart you got.

Hours passed, and when the door finally creaked open, there he was. Yeonjun stood there, disheveled from practice yet perfect, with that mischievous grin he always wore when he was about to surprise you.

“I brought your favorite,” he said, holding up a paper bag from the tiny diner you both loved. “Sorry I’m late.”

Late. The word hung between you, heavier than he intended. It wasn’t just tonight. It was late-night practices, late text replies, late returns home. But this wasn’t the time for those thoughts. Instead, you focused on how he beamed, looking at you like you were the only thing grounding him amidst the chaos. Because, in the end, he was trying. Yeonjun was trying to make up for the lost time. And it hurt because it wasn’t his fault after all, and still, he was making an effort like it was.

“Come on,” he urged, pulling you to the living room floor. The two of you ate under the faint glow of a single lamp, laughing about nothing and everything. He told you stories from his week, his energy contagious, even as fatigue tugged at the corners of his eyes.

As the conversation quieted, a silence fell between you, neither uncomfortable nor heavy—just there. He reached for your hand, thumb brushing against your knuckles in soothing circles, his own way of saying ‘I know what you’re feeling.’

“I know I’ve been...distant,” he admitted softly. “But you’re the one thing that doesn’t feel like work, you know? You’re—” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “You’re the calm in everything, I can’t lose that, so please tell me how to fix it.”

Your chest tightened. This was Yeonjun in his purest form—open, unguarded, raw.

“I get it,” you said, your voice just above a whisper. “I just don’t want to become a stranger to you.”

He shook his head, brows furrowing in a way that made him look somehow offended. And he leaned closer. “You won’t. Not ever. You are for me, and I am for you. And I know that you’re afraid, and it’s not a good moment for you or what’s happening to us, but I’m still here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

You leaned into his shoulder, his warmth surrounding you. The moment was fragile but perfect, like a melody that lingered in the air just a little longer than it should.

There were no grand declarations, no promises that the world would make it easier for either of you. But as his hand intertwined with yours, you felt it—the quiet reassurance that no matter how many storms came, this thread between you would remain, unbroken.

a/n: txt covering one of my favorite songs was not on my bucket list but I’m not complaining! Tomorrow is my birthday, yay.

[yezznn]

what to expect when expecting a baby girl <3

- random headcanons abt nonidol!Yeonjun expecting his first daughter.

pairings: choi yeonjun x afab!reader. ft the rest of txt.

genre: fluff - non idol au

warnings: none that I know of - lmk in the comments. But side note: it’s supposed to be non idol au but you can read it however you want lol, his profession is not mentioned. Sorry for any mistakes! This was rushed

a/n: I’m back after soo long and all I have to say is, I have the worst baby fever ever. Like I NEED to be pregnant and have a baby rn it’s not even funny.

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— Yeonjun is over the moon when he finds out you're expecting a baby girl. Of course he only cared about the baby being healthy, specially as a first-time-dad. Still, he can't stop talking about all the father-daughter activities he's planning, from tea parties to teaching her how to dance.

— You see how he’s the biggest mama’s boy? Best believe he’s telling his mom the second you both find out about the pregnancy. He promises not to tell anyone else until you feel ready, but he couldn’t contain his excitement.

— Yeonjun becomes a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to setting up the nursery. He insists on painting the room a beautiful pastel color and picking out the most adorable baby furniture and decor. You both spend weekends assembling cribs and picking out tiny outfits together. We all know he loves to express himself through his clothing, and I’m a 100% he’d be proud to wear cute matching fits with your daughter, and nope, pink won’t stop this man from showing off.

— Yeonjun can't wait to spoil your baby girl. He buys her tiny little shoes, cute dresses, and even a small fox plushie that resembles him.

— Yeonjun is fully invested in being the best dad ever. He attends all the prenatal classes with you, taking detailed notes and asking tons of questions. He even practices changing diapers and swaddling on a stuffed animal. He loves children, and wants to help you as much as possible.

— Yeonjun loves talking to your baby bump. He sings lullabies, and even tells her about his day. He believes that she can hear him and loves bonding with her before she's even born. His favorite way of falling asleep is peppering your belly with sloppy pecks, feeling the small flutters against his lips every now and then.

— As your due date approaches, Yeonjun becomes incredibly protective. He insists on walking you everywhere, carrying your bags, and making sure you're comfortable at all times. He wants to ensure that both you and the baby are safe and happy.

— Yeonjun plans a surprise baby shower with all your close friends and family. It's a day filled with laughter, love, and anticipation for your little one. I can see Soobin and Beomgyu arguing over who’d be the favorite uncle, while Taehyun and Kai actually help around a little and make sure you’re comfortable when Yeonjun becomes too busy attending the guests. And if you hadn’t announced to your loved ones by now, Soobin would gladly bake a cake for a small gender reveal.

— Yeonjun often talks about the future with a dreamy look in his eyes. He imagines teaching your daughter how to ride a bike, helping her with homework, and cheering her on at school events. He's already envisioning all the beautiful moments you'll share as a family.

Overall I think he’d be such a great girl dad, like he’s made for it. And best believe all his friends are ready to dote on their little niece like their life’s on it. (Even if Beomgyu acts more like a baby than her)

a/n2: this is so poorly written I’m sorry, I’ve been busy and my drafts started collecting dust as soon as finals week started 🙏🏻 let me cook guys. Creds to the owner of the banners

[yezznn]

Spending his break together — a Soobin drabble<3

pairings: Soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort.

warnings: none! But pls let txt rest (I’m talking to you, HYBE employee reading fanfics for fan service purposes)

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You could see it in his eyes during video calls—the toll of constant comebacks and rehearsals. His dedication was unwavering, but his health was starting to suffer. His fans were literally begging on every social media for the company to give his group a break, but Soobin still came on camera with his beautiful dimpled smile and tried to reassure everyone that they were just fine. It didn’t take long to become more evident, though, to the point it was starting to worry you, too. Being an idol’s partner wasn’t fun all the time, you’d spent more time without him than with him, and you feared that asking him to take it easy would come out as selfishness.

But when his company finally granted him a long-term break, it was like a breath of fresh air. You received his call while at work, and the relief in his voice was palpable. "Guess who's coming home for Christmas?" he said, and your heart leaped with joy.

The moment you saw him at the airport, a mix of emotions washed over you. He looked tired but happy, and the tight hug you share says more than words ever could. "I've missed you so much," he whispered into your hair, and even with his enormous height he looked like a vulnerable child, just glad to be back.

With Soobin home, your days are filled with cozy nights in. You’d cook his favorite meals, catching up on all the moments you missed. He helps you decorate the Christmas tree, laughing as he tries to untangle the fairy lights. You make it a point to take care of him, ensuring he gets plenty of rest. You have lazy mornings with breakfast in bed, and some late night walks to play in the snow— even when the cold becomes unbearable.

Knowing how much Soobin values quality time, you plan a day of relaxation. You both decide to stay in the day of his birthday, lounging in comfortable clothes and catching up on all the shows and movies he's missed during his busy schedule.

Throughout the day, you surprise him with little gifts. A cozy sweater, a book he's been wanting to read, and a new pair of headphones. Each gift is wrapped with love, and his eyes light up with every unwrapping. "You always know exactly what I need," he says, giving you a warm hug. In the afternoon, you suggest baking a cake together. Soobin's laughter fills the kitchen as you both fumble with the ingredients, making a mess but enjoying every moment.

As the day turned into night, you led Soobin to a surprise party you'd secretly arranged with his friends and family. The moment he steps into the backyard, he's greeted with a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" And you could swear you’ve never seen him happier before. Back at home, as you both got ready for bed, Soobin wrapped his arms around you and murmured, "This has been the best birthday ever. Thank you for everything."

As the year comes to an end, you spend New Year's Eve together, reflecting on the past year and all you've been through. At midnight, he pulls you close, kissing you softly and promising that the coming year will be even better.

This time together strengthens your bond like never before. Soobin appreciates your support, and you cherish every moment spent with him. As his break comes to an end, you both know that no matter how busy life gets, your love is the constant that keeps you both going.

a/n: in honor of Soobin’s update 💗 I miss him so so so much but I’m so happy to know he’s resting and sharing with his family. I’m just hoping they’ll get the rest they deserve and come back healthier and more energized! This was really rushed so I’m sorry if it’s kind of bad, just felt like writing a something for Soob.

[yezznn]

You NEED to hear me out when I say that sex with Yeonjun has to be mind blowing. Those are the hips of a DANCER.

mdni 🥲 not proofread. Just me rambling before going to sleep.

Imagine him being so exhausted from his tortuous schedule, he just wants a good night sleep… one that he can only get after being balls deep inside you lol.

Every roll of his hips matches the roll of your eyes to the back of your head— each thrust sharp and calculated like the choreographies he works so hard on perfecting. A bruising grip on your thighs and waist to keep you steady as he angles you to his liking and uses you as a fleshlight, panting and moaning like a dog right against your ear… I’m so weak.

He’s not too loud, but he doesn’t keep quiet either. He moans and whimpers when he’s feeling really good, but only for you to hear. He also might start rambling filthy (or praising) shit when close to the edge, depending on the mood.

Yeonjun might be a little goofy during sex, trying to keep the mood light by teasing you, but oh boy when he’s actually horny, you won’t catch a break. I believe his stamina is really good, combined with a high sex drive, you’re in for a long night whenever he actually gets the time to think about anything else but work.

He wants to try every position, go from slow to fast, from soft to rough. He needs to take his time with you and absolutely ruin you because he knows he’s busy as hell most of the time but then again, quality over quantity!!!

This man knows how to pleasure his partner cus’ he makes sure to memorize every sensitive spot. And even if he doesn’t have the biggest dick among the TXT members he for sure knows how to use it, cough cough.

[yezznn]

Instant chemistry- TXT ft. Love at first sight

Pairings: ot5!txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff, love at first sight prompt, romance, strangers to ??.

warnings: none (maybe don’t trust attractive strangers you see on the street lol)

a/n: something short bc I’m busy w last week of school and my dance crew’s upcoming dance cover 🥲 I promise I have longer and better stuff on the making.

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YEONJUN -

You walked into your favorite coffee shop, and there he was, sitting by the window with a book. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass, highlighting his striking features and casting a warm glow around him. As you approached the counter, your eyes met his, and it felt like time stood still. His confident smile made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. You ordered your drink, but your mind kept wandering back to the captivating stranger by the window.

Unable to resist, you found a seat nearby and pretended to be engrossed in your own book. Every so often, you stole glances at Yeonjun, only to find him doing the same. The unspoken connection between you two was undeniable. Eventually, he stood up and approached your table, a friendly smile on his face. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. Your heart raced as you nodded, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. What started as a simple coffee shop encounter turned into an unforgettable afternoon, and you knew this was just the beginning of something special.

SOOBIN -

You were searching for a book in the library when you noticed a really tall boy reaching for the same one. Your hands touched, and both of you froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected connection. Soobin's shy smile made your heart flutter, and you felt an instant bond. "I was looking for this one," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. You laughed, feeling the initial awkwardness melt away as you began to talk about your shared love for the author and the world of books.

As the conversation continued, you found yourselves lost in each other's company, sitting on the floor of the library surrounded by stacks of books. Soobin's gentle demeanor and genuine interest in your thoughts made you feel like you had known him forever. The afternoon slipped away unnoticed, and when it was time to leave, you exchanged numbers, both eager to continue the conversation. The library, once a place of solitude, had become the backdrop for a beautiful connection that neither of you had anticipated.

BEOMGYU -

You ran into Beomgyu at a music shop, both of you browsing through vinyl records. The one you wanted was out of your reach, you were about to give up when a boy around your age appeared out of nowhere and got it for you. His playful smile and sparkling eyes made your heart flutter. "Great taste in music," he said, holding up the record. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling an instant connection.

The two of you spent the next hour discussing your favorite bands and albums, sharing anecdotes and laughing over shared musical interests. Beomgyu's enthusiasm and passion for music were infectious, and you felt completely at ease with him. When it was time to leave, you exchanged social medias, both excited to continue the conversation. What you though would be a quiet afternoon at the music shop, turned into meeting your soulmate for life.

TAEHYUN -

At the gym, you found yourself on the treadmill next to another guy, who was focused on his workout. His dedication and determination caught your attention, since you’ve seen him around lots of times before and you admired his strength and focus. During a break, Taehyun glanced over and offered you a friendly smile, which made your heart skip a beat. "Need a spotter?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine kindness.

You accepted his offer, and as you worked out together, the conversation flowed naturally. Taehyun's encouragement and support made you feel at ease, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way you hadn't expected. Since then, you started to work out together and eventually meet up to go on dates. The gym, once a place of routine and effort, became a safe haven for you to bond over something you liked and be productive.

HUENING KAI -

During a beach bonfire with friends, you noticed one of your friend’s friend standing by the fire, his face illuminated by the flickering flames. His infectious laughter and playful nature drew you in, and you found yourself gravitating towards him. As the night wore on, you ended up sitting next to each other, sharing stories and laughter. Kai's warmth and genuine personality made you feel an instant connection.

As the bonfire died down, Kai suggested a walk along the beach. The moonlight cast a serene glow on the sand, and the sound of the waves created a peaceful ambiance. Walking side by side, you talked about your dreams and aspirations, discovering a shared sense of adventure and curiosity. By the time you returned to the bonfire, you knew that meeting Kai was the start of something beautiful, a connection that would light up your life just like the bonfire had lit up the night.

[yezznn]

Is there someone else? - inspired by songs.

Pairings: yeonjun x fem!reader x taehyun

genre: angst, hurt, ambiguous ending.

wc: 1k words

warnings: mdni, Infidelity, violence, emotional abuse, toxic relationship, mature themes, curse words.

Now playing: Is there someone else? - The Weeknd

IN WHICH… you cheat on your toxic boyfriend, Yeonjun, with one of his close friends.

Yeonjun hates what you’ve become—no, he hates what he’s turned you into. He watches you from across the room, a shadow of the vibrant person you used to be. Your laughter rings hollow, your smiles never reach your eyes, and he knows he’s the reason for it. You’ve learned to play the game, the same game he’s mastered, and it breaks his heart to see you mimic his worst traits.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when Yeonjun's charm was irresistible, his confidence intoxicating. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, mesmerized by the thrill of his world. But as the months passed, the excitement turned to disillusionment. You discovered the ugly side of his charisma—the lies, the flings, the way he treated you like a convenience rather than a partner.

You tried to talk to him, to reach the caring boy you once believed he was, but he brushed off your concerns with a dismissive smile. “You’re overthinking it,” he’d say. “Don’t be so dramatic.” His words cut deep, and slowly, you started to retreat into yourself.

Then, at one of the many parties he dragged you to with his friends, Taehyun entered the picture. He was everything Yeonjun wasn’t—kind, attentive, and genuinely interested in you. He noticed the little things, like how you liked your coffee or the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passions. It was refreshing to be seen, truly seen, and it wasn’t long before you found solace in his company.

Taehyun never pushed, never demanded more than you were willing to give. He was just there, a comforting presence in your turbulent life. When the weight of Yeonjun’s neglect became too heavy to bear, Taehyun was the one who lifted you up, who reminded you of your worth.

The first time you slept with Taehyun, you felt disgusted. Then again, his touches were gentle and loving, your body didn’t end up marked and he never even thought about degrading you. If it was wrong, why did it feel so right? Yeonjun was a rough lover, and as much as you liked it, he could never make love to you like Taehyun did, maybe because the love wasn’t even there in the first place. So you did it again, and again. Your late night study sessions at the library turned into secret visits to Taehyun’s dorm, and at some point, you stopped caring about your boyfriend’s feelings if he ever found out.

But Yeonjun wasn’t blind. He saw the way you gravitated towards Taehyun, the spark in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in months. At first, he shrugged it off, confident that no one could ever truly replace him in your heart, let alone his friend that’s been by his side for as long as he could remember. Yet, as time went on, doubt crept in. He began to notice the lingering looks, the whispered conversations, the way you seemed happier when you were with Taehyun.

One evening, while you were in the shower, Yeonjun's curiosity got the better of him. He reached for your phone, his heart pounding as he unlocked it. The messages between you and Taehyun were undeniable—sweet words of comfort, plans to meet, and confessions of feelings that cut Yeonjun to the core.

Rage boiled within him, and without thinking, he stormed out of your apartment to confront Taehyun. You were confused as to why he left all of a sudden, but didn’t think much of it. He never wanted to get violent with a close friend, but once he was in front of Taehyun, the confrontation quickly escalated, and in a fit of fury, Yeonjun lashed out, leaving him all beaten up.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Yeonjun stumbled home, finding you sitting on the couch, your phone in hand, tears streaming down your face. He sobered up immediately, swallowing hard. “What’s wrong?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“You,” you replied with a bitter scoff. “You’re what’s wrong, Yeonjun. I can’t do this anymore.” You abruptly stood up from the couch, shoving past him towards the door. “Sending Taehyun to the ER? Are you fucking crazy?”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. For the first time, he couldn’t hide behind his facade. “I just…fuck.” He started, running his fingers through his hair. “I should’ve never introduced you to him, I— I should I’ve known he’d lead you into doing something stupid.” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His sweet girlfriend, the one who always forgave his mistakes, could never cheat on him.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with pain and resignation. “That’s what you think happened? God, You were never really here, Yeonjun. You pushed me away long before Taehyun came into the picture. And for the record— it was my idea, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

His worst fears confirmed, and Yeonjun felt a surge of regret. He wanted to beg for another chance, to promise he’d change, but he knew it would be in vain. He had taken you for granted, and now he was paying the price.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I never meant to hurt you. Listen, I—“

“It’s too late for apologies,” you interrupted softly. “I’ve found someone who makes me feel valued, who treats me with the respect I deserve. I can’t keep waiting for you to become the person I need.”

Yeonjun nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He wanted to tell you he loved you, that he would do anything to make things right, but the words caught in his throat. He had lost you, and it was his own fault.

He watched you leave, knowing he had only himself to blame. In that moment, he vowed to change, not for you, but for himself. He would become the man you once believed he could be, even if it was too late to win you back.

a/n: I suck at writing angst sorry lol 👎🏼👎🏼 this was really fun do to though, since they’re both my ult bias and bias wrecker. Please remember English is not my first language, proud latina here 🥲

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[yezznn]

{10:47pm}

pairings: idol!yeonjun x gn!reader

wc: ≈740 words

genre: angst, implied strangers to lovers, lovers to exes, right person wrong time (?) trope.

warnings: lame attempt of angst, self destructive relationship, yj kinda plays the victim, one (1) curse word.

not proofread / check out my masterlist

The city was cloaked in the heavy embrace of night, the distant hum of traffic blending with the steady drizzle that fell from the sky. You sat in the corner of your once-shared apartment, the flickering light from a lone lamp— the one you bought on your first anniversary, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The room, once filled with laughter and love, now felt like a tomb of broken dreams and shattered promises.

More under the cut!

Yeonjun stood by the window, staring out into the rain-soaked streets, his silhouette a stark contrast against the glass. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid. The silence was suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved pain, but in retrospect, it’s been like this for a while, so long that you can barely remember anything but this.

“How did we get here?” Your voice was a whisper, barely audible over the patter of rain against the window. Hugging your knees to your chest while trying to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

Yeonjun didn’t even turn to face you— coward. “I don’t know,” he replied, his voice hollow, devoid of the warmth it once held. “I really don’t know.”

Your heart ached at his indifference. You had been so in love, so certain that nothing could come between you. But now, standing on the edge of a precipice, you can’t recognize the person he has become. Or maybe it’s yourself you can’t recognize, months have passed since the last time you felt at ease.

“Is this it, then? Are we really ending things like this?” You scoffed, trying to ignore the nauseous feeling. You hated how desperate you sounded, how broken.

Yeonjun finally turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “You know my career is important for me,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “How selfish do you have to be to make me choose between my dream and you?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “I didn’t—” you started, voice trembling. “I never wanted you to choose, but I’m so fucking unhappy. You’re never here anymore.”

His expression softened for a moment, but then the hardness returned. “And you think it’s easy for me? That I’m not exhausted?” he said. “I gave up my whole youth for this, ___. I can’t go around wasting my time in distractions.”

Well, ouch. The words hung in the air, heavy and final. You knew he was right. And you had become a twisted version of what you once were, love poisoned by insecurity, unmet expectations and lack of communication. But knowing it didn’t make it hurt any less. After a while, you broke the silence, just to make this moment last.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” Your voice barely a whisper. “You were so offended that we didn’t serve ramen at the restaurant.”

A sad smile tugged at the corner of Yeonjun’s lips. “Yeah, I remember. And then the next week you added it to the menu.”

You laughed softly, the sound tinged with sadness, thinking of the way he’d stop by your parent’s restaurant every week after that, a little hiding spot in his almost non existent free time. “And now look at us. We’ve come so far, only to end up like this.”

Yeonjun took a deep breath, the weight of their shared past pressing down on him. “Maybe... maybe it’s for the best,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Maybe we need to focus on what really matters again, get our lives back on track.” What really matters.

The thought of a life without him was unbearable, yet the thought of continuing this toxic dance was equally painful. What felt like a daydream soon turned into a nightmare, the promises he couldn’t keep of balancing his career and your relationship, the forgotten birthdays, missed calls and the cold shoulder you’d give him out of spite. It was self-destructive.

But oh, the good days. Your first month together lingered in your mind for longer than you wanted it to. When it was all about stolen kisses, passionate touches and getting to know each other.

“I wish things would’ve ended different,” he continued, glistening gaze with unshed tears drifting to a picture of the two of you hung up on the wall.

“I wish things never ended.” You replied with a sad chuckle. “It feels like you don’t care.”

He sat in silence, ignoring your statement, the rain a constant backdrop to your unraveling. There were no more words left to say, no more apologies or promises that could mend the fractures in your hearts. All that remained was the painful acceptance that sometimes love wasn’t enough.

Yeonjun moved toward the door, the finality of his actions like a knife to your heart. He paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. “Take care of yourself,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sorrow that matched your own.

“I love you,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you didn’t expect an answer.

And with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in the dimly lit apartment, the echo of his presence lingering in the shadows. The weight of your goodbye crashed down on you as his steps became inaudible, the possibility of never seeing who you thought was the love of your life again being more than you could handle.

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by memories of what once was, you allowed herself to grieve. Your love had been beautiful and passionate, but it had also been destructive and painful. And now, as you faced the prospect of a future without him, you knew that healing would take time.

And maybe, just maybe, you would look back and remember not the pain, but the moments of love and laughter that had once defined what you had.

A/N: this is my first time writing omg 🥴. English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes, I don’t know if I could express the feeling I wanted to but I’m really content w this work!

[yezznn]

‘Saturn’ - inspired by songs.

pairings: Beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: angst, comfort.

warnings: reader is not in a good place mentally / struggles with mental health. Pet names (baby).

wc: 557 words || check out my masterlist.

Now playing: Saturn - sza | seasons - w2e |

The rain tapped gently against the window, a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the chaos in your mind. You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television, the images and sounds blending into an indistinguishable blur. Lately, you felt detached, as if you were merely a spectator in your own life, unable to connect with your feelings or thoughts, like you’re floating away.

But you’ve been here many times before, and even if you keep trying to break the pattern, you can’t help but wonder: why do bad things happen to good people? You keep trying your best—where’s your reward? Sometimes it feels like everyone and everything is against you, with no one to save you but yourself.

As if on cue, the front door creaked open, snapping you out of your train of thought. An oblivious Beomgyu stepped inside, shaking off the rain from his umbrella. He paused when he saw you, his expression softening with concern. "Hey," he greeted, his voice warm and gentle. "Is everything alright?"

You forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. "I'm fine," you lied, even though you knew it wouldn't fool him.

Beomgyu set his umbrella aside and walked over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch with a huff. He studied your face for a moment, his eyes filled with empathy. "You don't have to pretend with me," he said softly. "I can hear your thoughts from here," he added with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you looked away, feeling a wave of discontent wash over you. "I just... I’m thinking too much again," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't seem to find any meaning in anything. It's like I'm floating through life without really living it."

Beomgyu reached out, taking your hand in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, a lifeline in the sea of your confusion. "It's okay to feel this way," he said, his voice soothing. "We all go through moments like this. But you don't have to face it alone."

There he was, your only anchor in moments like this. Beomgyu was the light at the end of the tunnel, the only one who could actually make you calm down when the weight of existing became too much. Sometimes, you even liked to fantasize about moving off the planet with him—he’s the only thing worth saving.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the gentleness in his voice breaking your walls. "I don't know what to do," you confessed, your eyes filling with tears. "I feel so lost."

Beomgyu pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "We'll figure it out together," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just take it one step at a time."

You leaned into his embrace, the comfort of his presence easing the tightness in your chest. "Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to thank me, baby," Beomgyu replied, his voice filled with love. "I'm here for you, always," he murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the rain continuing its gentle symphony outside. Beomgyu's arms around you, the steady rise and fall of his chest provided a sense of stability that you desperately needed. Gradually, the storm in your mind began to calm, replaced by a sense of peace that you hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself feeling lighter, the weight of your worries lifted by Beomgyu's unwavering support. You knew there would still be difficult days ahead, but with Beomgyu by your side, you felt ready to face them.

[yezznn]

Sick Day - Drabble

pairings: sick bf!Yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: fluff (stablished relationship)

warnings: none, just a really stubborn yj

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a/n: this is rushed and short and I couldn’t even count the words butttt I’m mid final week so bare w me pls, it’s not even proofread 😓

Thinking about…taking care of jjun when he’s sick.

Yeonjun hates showing weakness, so when he starts feeling under the weather, he tries to hide it from you. He insists he's fine, even though you can see the fatigue in his eyes.

You notice the little things—how he’s quieter than usual, how he winces slightly when he moves, and how he’s been avoiding your concerned gaze.

You gently offer to help, suggesting he takes it easy and lets you take care of him. But Yeonjun, being the stubborn guy he is, brushes it off with a weak smile, saying he doesn’t want to worry you.

But eventually, his body betrays him. He’s too tired to keep up the facade, and he finally admits he’s not feeling well. His voice is softer, almost defeated, as he asks if you can stay with him.

You immediately spring into action, making sure he’s comfortable. You bring him a warm blanket, some soup, and his favorite tea. He’s burning up and too exhausted to speak, but you can see the relief in his eyes.

As he lies down, you gently cuddle up next to him, not caring about getting sick too. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and burying his hot face in the crook of your neck. The warmth of your presence is soothing, and he finally allows himself to relax.

You whisper sweet words of comfort, telling him it’s okay to rest and that you’re there for him. He’s barely able to nod in response, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch.

Throughout the day, you stay by his side, making sure he’s hydrated and comfortable. You watch movies together, and he occasionally drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

When he’s feeling a bit better, he thanks you softly. Sleepily babbling that he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, and you can see the genuine appreciation in his eyes.

— This experience brings you even closer. Yeonjun realizes that it’s okay to lean on you, and you feel a deeper connection, knowing that you can be there for each other in times of need.

[yezznn]

— Making out w/ Soobin - drabble

pairings: soobin x afab!reader

genre: smut but nothing too detailed.

warnings: mdni! mention of making out (duh), big dick sb, kinda sub Soobin¿ I think that’s all

wc: 360 words

a/n: please remember English is not my first language and I can’t fully express what I’m thinking and there’s probably a lot of incoherences and mistakes too, bare w me 🙏🏻

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It started as something innocent, really.

The way he stared at you with his bunny-like features melted your heart; you just wanted to get a better look at your boyfriend's pretty face— by straddling his lap, obviously.

Soobin didn't refuse when you leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, his nose, and his cheek, and started to trail a path down his jawline and neck. As you started nibbling on the sensitive skin, effectively earning a low hum from him, his hands reached down to grip the swell of your ass.

You took it as your cue to start grinding down against him, scoffing at how hard he'd gotten from just a few pecks. You didn't tease him any further, though; he was so big you could easily mistake him for being turned on at any time.

The pathetic whimper he let out at the friction stirred something inside you, lifting your head to crash your lips against his in an embarrassingly desperate way. As welcoming as always, your sweet boyfriend parted his lips for you on instinct, letting you slide your tongue inside to explore his mouth as you pleased.

You pushed him even further against the cushions of the worn-out couch in his room, your knees sinking into the material on his sides. He wouldn’t let you pull away to catch your breath, every time you tried, he was quick to chase after your lips and pull you back into another kiss.

His hips started bucking up against you in an unmeasured way, but his rock-hard bulge kept rubbing against your clit just right even with all the clothes on, making your panties uncomfortably stick to your core.

A new rush of desire washed over you when his big hands roamed over your body, squeezing, gripping and touching every patch of skin they could reach and tugging at your clothes. When he finally pulled away from your lips— a string of saliva connecting you, his eyes were heavy and dark when they found yours- and in that moment, you knew you were in for a long night.

[yezznn]

‘Saturn’ - inspired by songs.

pairings: Beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: angst, comfort.

warnings: reader is not in a good place mentally / struggles with mental health. Pet names (baby).

wc: 557 words || check out my masterlist.

Now playing: Saturn - sza | seasons - w2e |

The rain tapped gently against the window, a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the chaos in your mind. You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television, the images and sounds blending into an indistinguishable blur. Lately, you felt detached, as if you were merely a spectator in your own life, unable to connect with your feelings or thoughts, like you’re floating away.

But you’ve been here many times before, and even if you keep trying to break the pattern, you can’t help but wonder: why do bad things happen to good people? You keep trying your best—where’s your reward? Sometimes it feels like everyone and everything is against you, with no one to save you but yourself.

As if on cue, the front door creaked open, snapping you out of your train of thought. An oblivious Beomgyu stepped inside, shaking off the rain from his umbrella. He paused when he saw you, his expression softening with concern. "Hey," he greeted, his voice warm and gentle. "Is everything alright?"

You forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. "I'm fine," you lied, even though you knew it wouldn't fool him.

Beomgyu set his umbrella aside and walked over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch with a huff. He studied your face for a moment, his eyes filled with empathy. "You don't have to pretend with me," he said softly. "I can hear your thoughts from here," he added with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you looked away, feeling a wave of discontent wash over you. "I just... I’m thinking too much again," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't seem to find any meaning in anything. It's like I'm floating through life without really living it."

Beomgyu reached out, taking your hand in his. His touch was warm and reassuring, a lifeline in the sea of your confusion. "It's okay to feel this way," he said, his voice soothing. "We all go through moments like this. But you don't have to face it alone."

There he was, your only anchor in moments like this. Beomgyu was the light at the end of the tunnel, the only one who could actually make you calm down when the weight of existing became too much. Sometimes, you even liked to fantasize about moving off the planet with him—he’s the only thing worth saving.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the gentleness in his voice breaking your walls. "I don't know what to do," you confessed, your eyes filling with tears. "I feel so lost."

Beomgyu pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "We'll figure it out together," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just take it one step at a time."

You leaned into his embrace, the comfort of his presence easing the tightness in your chest. "Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to thank me, baby," Beomgyu replied, his voice filled with love. "I'm here for you, always," he murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the rain continuing its gentle symphony outside. Beomgyu's arms around you, the steady rise and fall of his chest provided a sense of stability that you desperately needed. Gradually, the storm in your mind began to calm, replaced by a sense of peace that you hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself feeling lighter, the weight of your worries lifted by Beomgyu's unwavering support. You knew there would still be difficult days ahead, but with Beomgyu by your side, you felt ready to face them.

[yezznn]

Sunset whispers. Drabble

pairings: yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: suggestive, fluff.

warnings: not really smut but again, suggestive.

The sun was slowly sliding toward the horizon, tinting the room with a warm orange glow. Yeonjun, with his intense gaze and playful smile, was lounging on the bed, enjoying his day off. The atmosphere was perfect, and the soft light created an intimate setting that invited closeness.

You moved closer, feeling the energy between you. Yeonjun looked at you with a sparkle in his eyes, and before you could say anything, he pulled you toward him, causing you to gently fall onto his chest. The warmth of his body was comforting, and the beat of his heart resonated in your ears.

“What do you think about making the most of this moment?” he whispered, his voice laced with desire as his eyes dropped to your lips as if on instinct.

Without thinking, you nodded, feeling the tension in the air become palpable. Yeonjun leaned in, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. The softness of his lips contrasted with the urgency of his hands that began to explore your body gently.

The room filled with whispers and soft laughter as you both surrendered to the moment. The sunset light illuminated your faces, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Yeonjun looked into your eyes, and in that instant, you knew that both of you wanted more.

With a swift movement, he turned you over, leaving you underneath him. The sensation of his weight on you was electrifying, and the way his fingers traced your skin made you feel alive. Every caress, every kiss was a reminder of what you meant to each other.

“You’re everything I want,” he murmured, his warm breath against your skin.

The room filled with whispers and sighs as the sun slowly disappeared, leaving only the gentle glow of shared intimacy. In that moment, the outside world vanished, and it was just you and Yeonjun, lost in a sea of passion and desire.

[yezznn]

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random thoughts about hitman!yeonjun

pairings: hitman!yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: fluff (kinda), smut, slighty angsty, non idol au, double life.

warnings: mdni, meandom!yj, brief mention of gunplay, high stamina yj, mention of guns and murder, reader dgaf about her bf killing ppl, reader is kinda naive¿ yj calls reader ‘slut’ once.

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You first met hitman!yeonjun in a seemingly ordinary setting, like a coffee shop or a bookstore. He was charming and mysterious, and you were instantly drawn to him.

He’s careful to keep his profession a secret from you at first. He’s intrigued by the kindness and light you bring to his otherwise dangerous life. But soon you notice small things about him—like the way he’s always on high alert, or the occasional bruises he tries to hide. You chalk it up to him being a bit of an enigma.

Hitman!Yeonjun is a mysterious but passionate lover. You don’t know about his family, or his location most of the time— you even question why you’re dating this guy in the first place. Until he comes knocking on your door one night, a bouquet in his hand and an apologetic expression on his face. Making love to you for hours and getting you dumb on his dick until you forget he disappeared out of nowhere for a few days.

Hitman!Yeonjun is fiercely protective of you. He makes sure you’re safe without you even realizing it, subtly steering you away from potential dangers. You often find yourselves talking late into the night. Yeonjun opens up about his past, though he leaves out the deeper details.

Hitman!Yeonjun has the stamina of an Olympic athlete. This applies to both his job and sex. Fucking you like an animal all night when his day didn’t go as planned and he has to work double now. Filling you up nicely for hours when he knows he’ll be out of town for a while (and ruining you just as good when he’s back).

Hitman!yeonjun who sends you nudes when he’s on a ‘work trip’. Going back to where he’s staying for the night after a long day of stalking and getting rid of his objective, missing the feeling of your skin and the sound of your sweet moans. You’re too focused admiring his hard cock to notice that in his exhaustion, he forgot to hide his gun in the background of the picture.

But you eventually stumble upon evidence of hitman!Yeonjun’s true profession by accident. Maybe you find a hidden weapon between his folded clothes or overhear a suspicious conversation. When you confront him, Yeonjun is torn between protecting you and being honest. He eventually confesses, fearing he might lose you. You’re shocked and scared, but also understand that his actions were driven by a desire to protect you and others.

You both work on rebuilding trust. Hitman!Yeonjun promises to keep you safe and be honest with you, while you set boundaries to ensure your own safety. Despite the risks, you become his anchor. Your support helps him navigate the moral complexities of his job.

When he’s not on a job, hitman!Yeonjun loves spending quiet moments with you. Cooking together, watching movies, and just enjoying each other’s company.

Hitman!Yeonjun whose job turned him into a discipline freak most of the time. Sucking in a sharp breath when you’ve been getting on his nerves all day, being a brat when he’s already in a sour mood. Throwing you into the bed as soon as you get home, crashing your lips in a bruising kiss and almost ripping the clothes off your body. Swatting your hand away when you try to tug on his dressing shirt, muttering a “stay still, slut” under his breath as his hand reaches to squeeze your neck just enough to make you dizzy— quickly reminding you of just how dangerous he is. Effectively shutting you up and ending the night balls deep in you, making sure you come for more times than you can count. And maybe fucking you with his gun if he’s feeling kinky.

Hitman!Yeonjun surprises you with his hidden talents, like playing the guitar or being an amazing cook. These moments remind you of the normal life you both crave. It’s not always easy, but your love for each other keeps you going.

Hitman!Yeonjun struggles with the moral implications of his actions, drowning in guilt and regret. Your perspective helps him see things differently, and he starts questioning the path he chose, the many lives he’s taken. You both dream of a future where Yeonjun can leave this behind. It’s a distant hope, but it gives you both something to strive for.

Through all the challenges, your bond with hitman!Yeonjun grows stronger. You become each other’s safe haven, navigating the complexities of love and danger together.

a/n: remember this is fictional!

[yezznn]

Homecoming kisses. Drabble

pairings: choi yeonjun x gn!reader

warnings: None. Just pure fluff and idol!yj being a sweetheart<3 stablished relationship!

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Yeonjun stumbled through the door, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. The day had been relentless, packed with rehearsals, interviews, and performances thanks to comeback season. All he wanted now was to collapse into the comfort of home and the warmth of your embrace.

He found you curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, engrossed in a TV show. The sight of you brought a tired smile to his lips. Quietly, he made his way over, careful not to startle you.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from hours of singing and talking.

You looked up, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Hey, you. Long day?”

He nodded, sinking down beside you with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. “You have no idea.”

Without another word, you opened your arms to him. Yeonjun didn’t hesitate, leaning into your embrace and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The familiar scent of you was soothing, and he felt some of the day’s tension melt away.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin.

“I missed you too,” you replied, running your fingers through his hair. “You did great today, I’m sure of it.”

Yeonjun pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “All I could think about was coming home to you,” he admitted, his voice soft. “I just want to kiss you.” He continued, a pout adorning his pretty lips.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “Then what are you waiting for?”

With a gentle chuckle, Yeonjun closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, longing, and the comfort of being with the one person who made everything worthwhile.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a content sigh escaping his lips. “This is all I need,” he whispered. “Just you and me.”

You smiled, holding him close. “Always.”

[yezznn]

“I love you, Victor, but you’re not mine”

hi! I’m Yess (short for Yessica) and I’m from Venezuela. English is not my first language but I do feel more comfortable speaking it.

I write for fun, sometimes portraying my love life through my stories and the artists I love the most.

I’ll mostly write for TXT Yeonjun, but I can drop other members’ content every now and then. I can also do girl groups but I don’t really know which one yet.

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