#reader x yeonjun

Yeonjun wasted no time bending you over the back of the couch, hissing out a warning to not move as he slid your shorts and panties down to your ankles. 

You grip the couch cushions, biting at your lips to keep quiet. You kept running through your head on what flipped a switch within your boyfriend to behave like this, usually, he’s so sweet and caring even during sex, but right now? His eyes filled with lust and his movements filled with desperation. 

And desperate Yeonjun was. 

He’s had his suspicions for a while now that Soobin had a small crush on you. The moment Yeonjun picked up on it he was pissed. Pissed like a dog who was fixing to get bone taken from him and ready to bite and bark at anyone who looked at it for too long. 

You were his bone. He was so possessive and obsessed with you that it actually drove him crazy. Wanting to fight anyone who looked at you or even in your general direction. 

Yeonjun did nothing about it at first when he caught on to Soobin’s little crush. Trying to not make a scene or act out in any way that could cause problems within the group. That’s the last thing Yeonjun wanted. 

But earlier today his suspicions were true and real. Yeonjun wasn’t crazy like he thought he may have been. 

He caught Soobin checking your ass out as you bent down to the floor to pick up the plastic cup you dropped from the cabinet. Yeonjun knew Soobin purposely didn’t help you grab it from the top shelf, watching as he took a step back to stare at your ass as you reached on your tiptoes for the cup. Then followed your ass to the tile floor as you bent down to pick it up. 

What made it worse was the laugh and teasing Soobin did after you picked up the cup and was now standing normally and facing him. 

The way Soobin fucked you with his eye burned a rage into Yeonjun that he didn’t know was possible. 

It burned so bad that Yeonjun waited until Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai left the dorm to go shopping, waited for Soobin to sit in front of his computer to play Overwatch, and waited until those headphones slid onto his head. 

Soobin usually plays games with his door closed, but Yeonjun is sneaky. Tiptoeing carefully down the hall to crack open his bedroom door and quickly making his way to his bedroom, pulling you off his bed and into the living room. 

You were in a deep nap when Yeonjun woke you from your sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hand slid down your panties and rubbed your heat until you were squirming and soaked. That’s when he pulled you from his bed and into the living room. 

You tried to protest as his lips connected to yours and his hands felt every inch of your body. “Junnie,” you said in between his aggressive kisses, “Soobin is still home.” 

And that’s how you ended up bent over the couch, Yeonjun hissing his warnings, “Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to. And keep his name out of your mouth.” 

You’ve seen your boyfriend jealous before, but never like this. Or at least to your knowledge. 

Yeonjun was a hard yandere, he knew it too. And always made it a point to keep it hidden from you, not wanting you to see his crazy side. But right now? He didn’t care. He had a point to make. 

But you kept quiet and unmoving, listening as Yeonjun’s jeans touched and scraped across the floor and away from him, his hands lifting your legs one by one to remove your panties and shorts from your ankles. 

His cold hands touched your ass ad he got down on his knees, spreading your cheeks apart, loving the lewd sounds your cunt made as the lips moved apart, seeing how dripping your cunt was. Yeonjun licked his lips before moving in, “Such a pretty pussy, all for me. All MINE.” 

You gasped at the feeling of his tongue flatting against your hole, gripping the couch cushions even tighter and holding back each moan you wanted to let out, not wanting Soobin to hear them. 

But that was Yeonjun’s plan. He wanted Soobin to hear. Want to get you moaning so loud Soobin would be able to hear it over his headset. 

He couldn’t tell you this though, you’d be against the whole plan and then pull him into his bedroom to fuck you. But no, oh no, he couldn’t have that. Yeonjun’s plan was just starting. 

He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your entire body, “Junnieeee,” you softly moan. 

“Louder baby,” he said into your cunt, “Moan my name louder.” 

You couldn’t wrap your head around what had gotten into him, but let his name roll from your lips a bit louder than before. 

Yeonjun wasn’t satisfied though. He locked his tongue to your clit, sliding three fingers into your cunt. Knowing this would get you moaning louder. 

He flicked your clit with each stroke of his fingers moving in and out of you, your breathing became more uneven as you pant from the friction. Gasping out for the air to return back into your lungs that he was making escape. 

Even though Yeonjun wanted to prove who you belonged to, he couldn’t do it without making sure you were also being pleasured, your happiness came above everything else. It just so happened he was knocking two birds out with one stone. 

But you still weren’t moaning loud enough for him, your voice only going an octave higher each time he told you to go louder. 

Yeonjun released his lips from your cunt, standing back up to his feet and gripping your leg, and bending it over the top of the couch, making you completely spread out before him. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by sliding only the tip in and back out. Wanting to hear you beg for him. Wanting to hear your pretty voice say specific words as a way to reassure him. 

“Junnieee,” you pleaded, tilted your head back to look at him, “Please fuck me, wanna feel you.” 

Those were the exact words he needed to hear. What he wanted to hear. To hear his name. Not Soobin’s or any other males. But his and only his. 

You yelp out at the feeling of him pushing into you in such a fast motion, bottoming out as his tip kissed your cervix, “This pussy was made for me,” he groans, sliding all the way back out, then aggressively pushing back in, “For me and only me.” 

You bit your lips again, forcing on the grip your hands had on the couch to keep from moaning too loud. But your hard will was failing. You couldn’t keep that strength up, not when Yeonjun was pistoning his hips so hard and fast against your body, his hand on your thigh gripping as if his life depended on it. That the plush of your skin was the only way to save him. 

But Yeonjun was growing patient, he needed Soobin to hear you. Needed to hear how good he was fucking you. Needed Soobin to understand that you didn’t belong to him. 

Yeonjun gripped a handful of your hair, yanking and pulling you up against his chest, “Scream my name.” 

You didn’t get the chance to even part your lips before his hand was now clenching your jaw, his fingers prying open your mouth, “I said scream my name.”

So you did, moaning out his name in a chanting form in sync with his thrusts. 

Yeonjun’s eyes darted down the hallway, barely being able to see Soobin still at his desk. 

He gritted his teeth, mouth going to your ear, “Scream for Soobin.” 

Your eyes widened, heart nearly stopping, “W-what?” 

“You heard me,” he hisses, “Call for him. Now.” 

Yeonjun’s hand connected to your ass with a slap, you hissed and moaned out in pleasure from it, screaming out his name instead. 

“No, baby,” he whispers in your ear, biting the shell, “Call for Soobin, or else I won't let you cum.” 

You wanted to be bratty, but knew it would get you anywhere. Yeonjun thrust harder into you, holding his hips against your ass, his tip threatening to break the barrier of your cervix. 

So you called out for Soobin. Moaned out his name like your boyfriend asked you to. 

Yeonjun looked back at the door to Soobin’s room, watching as he lifted his hand to the left side of his headset, pushing the muff off his ear. Yeonjun smiled, he heard his name being called. 

“Again,” he breathes into your ear, “Do it again.” 

But this time, knowing Soobin would come rushing out, Yeonjun fucked into you like he would when no one else was around. Feeling the satisfaction once Soobin’s name left your lips for the final time. 

Yeonjun was getting lost in your pussy now, knowing his plan was coming to an end. 

He lifted his eyes from your back and to the hall, a smirk playing on his face seeing his leader standing there staring with wide eyes. 

“Finally,” Yeonjun chuckles, “About fucking time you showed up.” 

You lift your head to see Soobin standing at the entrance of the living room. Your heart feels like it actually stopped. 

“See this?” Yeonjun hissed in anger, pulling you up by your neck and close to his chest as he fucked into you even faster, “She’s mine. All mine. If I catch you looking at her like that again, it’s over for you.” 

Then it finally clicked in your head what Yeonjun was doing. You also knew Soobin had a small crush. But never addressed it to anyone. It was a small crush, it was harmless. Soobin respected you and your relationship with Yeonjun. He always had and always would no matter the feelings he felt towards you. 

Yeonjun knew deep down that it was harmless. That Soobin probably hated himself for even catching feelings for you when you didn’t belong to him. But that didn’t stop this from happening. Yeonjun needed to make it clear you were his. 

“That girl is mine,” Yeonjun hissed the final words, feeling relief that Soobin understood. 

He turned around quickly cursing under his breath, “I already knew she was yours you fucking dumbass.” Then the sound of his bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the whole dorm. 

Yeonjun bent you back over the top of the couch, his chest still connecting to your back as he pounded into you. But not with aggression like before. It was not filled with love and passion, he was finally back to the Yeonjun you knew of him. Or well, the sweet non yandere side of him. 

“You’re mine, understand? No one else can have you.”

 “Hurry up dude!” he exhales, “I am STARVING!” 

You rolled your eyes, “I’m walking as fast as my legs can take me up these stairs you know.” 

You turned the corner to see Yeonjun standing in the doorway to his dorm, phone up to his ear, staring back at you, and pouting. 

Ending the call, you scoff, “You literally could have met me downstairs but instead decided to stand in the doorway?” 

“I literally just walked out.” he shrugs. 

You raise a brow at him, “I don’t believe you.” 

His pout gets worse, “Just hurry inside I want my ramen.” 

Yeonjun turns on his heels, walking inside. You had no choice but to follow behind him. 

You walk in? closing the door behind you and kicking your sneakers off. 

You noticed how quiet the dorm was. “Where's everyone else?” 

“Soobin is with Namjoon Hyung, Beomgyu and Taehyun are at HYBE, and Kai is spending the day with his family.” Yeonjun took the bag of ramen from your hands, licking his lips as he pulled the packages from the bag and got everything prepared in the kitchen. 

“Everyone's out having a good time and you chose to be stuck with me?” you joked. 

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “we grew up together and my best friend you are just as important as everyone else.” 

You chuckle, taking a seat at the table, “You really haven’t changed a bit since getting famous huh?” 

“Nope! Just got even better than before.” 

You rolled your eyes, “whatever you say.” 

You both spent the rest of that time watching Yeonjun cook the ramen. Listening to him sing to himself. 

You always loved his voice and knew from the beginning he would be a superstar someday. It was his destiny. 

He placed the bowl of ramen in front of you, “time to eat!” 

While you both ate, the topics of what has been going on in each other's lives came up. Nothing was ever new on your part, besides things in college or family issues. But Yeonjun always treated your stories as if they are on the same par as his own life. 

“Oh! I bought that new Mario Kart game for my Switch.” Yeonjun mentioned.

You twirled the noodles with your chopsticks, “about time you did. I was getting bored of kicking your ass at super smash bros.” 

He dropped his utensils on the table giving you a side eye, “You literally button smash Y/N.” 

You smile up at him, shaking your head, “No you just suck.” 

Yeonjun scoffs, turning his head away from you, licking his bottom lip, “Okay, we will have a bet. Whoever wins three races in Mario Kart, the loser has to take the other shopping.” 

You rolled your eyes, “it’s always shopping with you.” 

“It’s called staying up with the latest trends and fashion baby, learn it.” 

Yeonjun practically skipped to his room, and you slowly followed behind him. 

He sets up the gaming system and you sit on the edge of his bed. 

Yeonjun sits beside you, handing you one of the joycons, “ready to lose?” he winked. 

You gave him a side eye, “In your dreams.” 

Before you knew it, the three races were over, and you indeed did lose.” 

“YES!!! Shopping spree!!” Yeonjun cheers, flinging himself back onto his bed.

You laid back beside him, covering your face with your hands, “I don’t remember ever being this terrible at Mario Kart, you totally cheated Yeonjun!” 

“I absolutely did not, in fact, cheat, you’re just a sore loser!” 

You looked over at him, his hand was shaped into an L on his forehead. You reached over, slapping his hand away from his head, “Shut up!” 

Yeonjun shoves your shoulder, “Sore loser sore loser!” 

You push him back, the both of you laughing. 

Yeonjun had the biggest smile, and it was one of your favorite things about him. 

He slowly turns and looks at you. You stare back into his eyes like you always do. Eye contact was important in your friendship. But something was different this time. 

Your heart rate was slowly increasing. What is this feeling? And why are you feeling it? You’ve looked at his smug face a million times, why is this one different?

Before you could answer your own question, you stopped thinking completely. 

His hand reached across to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. 

He pressed his lips against yours. They were so warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

You couldn’t get enough of him. You needed more. As if you lost all your air and he became the oxygen. 

Yeonjun runs his hand down your back, hooking his finger in the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer to him. 

Your bodies touched. Your hands flew into his hair. His hands searched your body. First running to the back up your head, back down to your ass slowly giving it a squeeze and down to your thigh, raising it up and over his hip. 

He slowly licks your bottom lip, waiting for his offer to be accepted. You open your mouth just wide enough for his tongue to come through. 

Your tongues danced together in the perfect rhythm.

Yeonjun lets out a soft moan, squeezing your thigh tightly and it sends chills down your spine. 

He pulls you on top of him, both hands resting on your hips. Your hands found the sides of his neck, your thumb slowly tracing his jawline feeling the moment of it with every kiss. 

The front door opens then follows the sound of four voices. 

You both quickly jumped up and away from each other, you standing across the room, while Yeonjun sat up in his bed running his hands through his hair. 

The laughter of Soobin, Taehyun, Beomgyu, and Kai filled the other room, completely changing the air in this room. 

You looked over at Yeonjun and he slowly looked up at you. 

The realization of what just happened between the two of you clicked at once. 

A boundary was crossed and now your friendship has changed. 

Yeonjun seemed to realize it too. He slowly starts to stand up, “Y/N, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened or came over me.” 

You couldn’t find the right words to speak, all you could do was look back at your best friend. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. Your emotions were tied into a knot. 

“I need to go.” was the only thing you could say, and you made it your mission to get out of the dorm as fast as possible. 

“Y/N, please don’t go.” Yeonjun reached for you, but you were already out of the room. 

The boys noticed you walking out, you gave them hellos and goodbyes, quickly stepping foot out of the dorms. 

“What’s wrong with her? Did something happen?” Taehyun asked. 

Soobin noticed it too. Something seemed off. 

Soobin found Yeonjun hunched over sitting on his bed, his leg was shaking and he had a tight grip of his hair on the back of his head. 

“Hyung.” Soobin said. 

Hearing his voice made Yeonjun jump, he quickly looked up at his leader, “Hey Soobin.” 

Soobin looks out at the front door, then back at Yeonjun, “Did you fight?” 

Yeonjun raised a brow, trying to play it off that he didn’t know what Soobin could be talking about, “what?” 

“Y/N,” he sighed, “it’s not like her to just walk out like that. She seemed upset. What happened?” 

Yeonjun looked away from his leader, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Debating if talking about what just happened with his lifelong best friend was the right move. 

“Yeonjun.” 

And that was all it took. Yeonjun quickly stood up, facing his leader and second best friend, “I kissed her!”

Soobin raises both his brows, studying his hyung’s face carefully. 

“I kissed her okay, that’s what happened.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes, falling back down onto his bed. “I don’t know what came over me. We were just hanging out like normal, everything was normal, nothing was out of place but just…the moment I looked at her…” 

Soobin nodded, taking a seat beside him.

“I remember not thinking about anything. Just looked at her and into her eyes and the next I know, we were kissing. I escalated it further and who knows where it would have gone if you guys didn’t come home. And by the time I realized what we just did, she was running out the door.” 

“Well,” Soobin started, “you guys are best friends, grew up together, families are friends, everything. You crossed a line that has never been spoken about or even thought out. Y/N probably does not know how to respond to this.” 

Yeonjun shook his head, “I figured that but..”

“Hey, no none of that, don’t beat yourself up over it,” Soobin wrapped his arm around him, “She seemed deep in thought when she left, just give her time, okay?” 

Yeonjun nodded. 

“Another question?”

“Alright?” 

“Do you have feelings for her?” 

Yeonjun shakes his head, “Soobin, I have no idea. I don’t know. I never saw her as anything more than my best friend.”

All Soobin could do was nod and try his best to cheer up his friend, “Don’t beat yourself up. Give her some time.”

Two days have passed and all Yeonjun wanted to do was pick up his phone and call you. To apologize a million times over and make it right. But he was afraid you’d reject his calls and text or write him off completely. 

He was terrified to lose you. 

Two days turned into a week. Which is the longest either of you has gone without some sort of contact. 

Yeonjun slashed water in his face, looking up at himself in the mirror, watching the water trail down his face, stopping at the corner of his lip. 

He reached up, tracing his fingers over his lips. The memory of you came back to his mind. The feeling of your lips connected to his. The way your body moved against his. The sound of your breathing. How perfectly synced you were. How life is so wrong without you standing beside him. 

Yeonjun pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing your number. 

You sat at your desk, turning the pages of your textbook, doing some last-minute studying to keep your mind busy. 

It’s been a week since you’ve talked to him. And you regretted every day of that week walking out the way you did. It shouldn’t have ended up like this. 

He’s your best friend, who you’ve shared your entire world with. How could you have let things end this way?

As if on cue, your phone rings. Yeonjun’s name lights up. 

You slowly pick up your phone, counting down from three before answering the call. 

You didn’t have a chance to speak because he was already speaking, “Y/N,” he softly said your name, “meet me at HYBE.” 

Yeonjun was already waiting outside for you when you arrived. His head hung down, staring off into the distance, he did not know you have even arrived yet. 

You softly looked at him. He wore his favorite white tank top that perfectly showed off his muscular arms. A faded pair of blue jeans ripped at the knees and a black pair of Converse. The streetlamp he stood under shined on him like a spotlight. The summer breeze blew his hair against his cheeks.  

You knew you couldn’t stare at him much longer before he noticed you.

“I’m here,” Yeonjun looked up at you. His face might not have shown how happy he was to see you, but his eyes said it all, “why did you call me out here?”

He walked over to you, sliding his hands into his jean pockets, looking off into the distance, and licking his bottom lip, “Take a walk with me.”

You followed behind him, still confused as to why you had to meet him at his place of work. 

“Practice today?” you asked.

Yeonjun nodded, “Dance practice, Soobin had a meeting and then we all discussed future plans for the group. 

You nodded, “Could have just called me and talked if you were busy.”

“I’m not busy, plus I wanted to see you.”

You stopped walking. Your heart felt like it was about to burst. All you wanted was to see him but thought after everything that happened, you two would not be able to be friends anymore. Everything was ruined. 

Yeonjun turned around, concern filling his face, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, just haven’t seen you in a while.”

He nodded too, “Yeah it has been a minute.”

Yeonjun could feel how uncomfortable you were. Things were different between the two of you. He knows that, but still tried to lighten the mood anyways. “Plus, you still owe me a shopping trip.”

You scoff, shaking your head, and continued walking ahead of him, “You called me out of my apartment at nine o’clock at night just to drag me on a walk about your company building to remind me about your shopping addiction? You’re really something Choi Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun sighs, as he watched you walk away from him, but this time he’s not going to let you go. 

“Want to know the actual reason I called you out here?”

You stopped walking, afraid to turn around and look at him. 

“Look, Y/N, I am truly sorry for what happened…but I do not regret it.”

You slowly turned and faced him, “Why?”

Yeonjun softly smiles, “Because I am in love with you idiot.”

Your heart completely stops at hearing those words, and you lost your breath as he slowly walks closer to you. 

“I think I have always loved you,” he continues, “but I was blinded by our friendship and deep down was scared if I made the wrong move I would lose you and I cannot lose you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “But I ruined everything! I walked away and did not even try to-”

“No we are not doing this,” he interrupted, “you did nothing wrong, it was all me. I am the one that decided to cross that line. I am the one who ruined our friendship.”

“Yeonjun,” you sighed, “I had just as much part of it as you did.”

You stare into his eyes, trying to read every thought that was going through that beautiful head of his. 

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he takes one step closer, “I am in love with you. I always have been and I was a fool to not see it sooner than when I did. I can’t get you out of my head,” he takes another step closer, “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked that day, the way you looked back at me while we were in my bed. The way your lips felt on mine, the way you tasted.”

Yeonjun was nearly inches away from your face, slowly backing you up against the wall of his company building. 

He places his hands on the sides of your head against the wall, “The way your body felt against mine and how perfect you felt in my hands,” he rests his forehead against yours, “I can’t sleep in my bed without remembering you on top of me and hearing the sounds of your sexy breathing ringing in my brain from the way I was touching you.”

Your heart raced against your chest. His lips were inches away from yours, and his body’s heat radiated to yours. You felt as if you have stopped breathing, and the only way to get that oxygen was to breathe him in. 

“I going to give you two options,” he exhaled, “either tell me to move and I will respect your space and leave you alon-”

“Touch me again.” you quietly whispered. 

“What?” he asked lifting his forehead from yours. 

“I said touch me again,” you took a deep breath, “Kiss me, grab me, run your hands over every inch of me. Breathe me completely in. Use me as your drug, as your oxygen. Make love to me right here if you’d want, do everything you want to me except let me walk away from you.”

And that was all it took. His lips connected to yours. He pinned you completely against the wall, his hands squeezing your hips. His body completely pressed against yours. 

“I think that was the sexiest thing I have ever heard you say.” Yeonjun chuckled against your lips, “I am so turned on right now, if we weren’t right outside my workplace, I would so fuck you right here.”

You ran your hands through his hair, softening the kiss, “I’m in love with you too, Yeonjun. I also always have known too deep down. I always felt some sort of jealousness when you liked some other girl, and always felt relieved when it wouldn’t work out, and just told myself it was because you deserved better than what they were.”

“But I did deserve better than them, I deserved you.” Yeonjun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It has always been you, Y/N. It has always been us, just took us twenty-plus years to realize it.” he chuckled. 

All you could do was smile at him. Not only did you get your best friend back, but you gained the love of your life. 

“So how about I ditch the rest of my practice and we quickly head back to the dorms, because wooo if we don’t I might actually take you right here and now.”

You smiled even brighter, “last one to the dorms owes the other a shopping spree.” and you took off running, the sounds of Yeonjun’s laughter following behind you.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, you let out a small sigh knowing damn well he was losing his patients. 

You answered the call, “Yeonjun I am quite literally walking into the building right now.”

 “Hurry up dude!” he exhales, “I am STARVING!” 

You rolled your eyes, “I’m walking as fast as my legs can take me up these stairs you know.” 

You turned the corner to see Yeonjun standing in the doorway to his dorm, phone up to his ear, staring back at you, and pouting. 

Ending the call, you scoff, “You literally could have met me downstairs but instead decided to stand in the doorway?” 

“I literally just walked out.” he shrugs. 

You raise a brow at him, “I don’t believe you.” 

His pout gets worse, “Just hurry inside I want my ramen.” 

Yeonjun turns on his heels, walking inside. You had no choice but to follow behind him. 

You walk in? closing the door behind you and kicking your sneakers off. 

You noticed how quiet the dorm was. “Where's everyone else?” 

“Soobin is with Namjoon Hyung, Beomgyu and Taehyun are at HYBE, and Kai is spending the day with his family.” Yeonjun took the bag of ramen from your hands, licking his lips as he pulled the packages from the bag and got everything prepared in the kitchen. 

“Everyone's out having a good time and you chose to be stuck with me?” you joked. 

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “we grew up together and my best friend you are just as important as everyone else.” 

You chuckle, taking a seat at the table, “You really haven’t changed a bit since getting famous huh?” 

“Nope! Just got even better than before.” 

You rolled your eyes, “whatever you say.” 

You both spent the rest of that time watching Yeonjun cook the ramen. Listening to him sing to himself. 

You always loved his voice and knew from the beginning he would be a superstar someday. It was his destiny. 

He placed the bowl of ramen in front of you, “time to eat!” 

While you both ate, the topics of what has been going on in each other's lives came up. Nothing was ever new on your part, besides things in college or family issues. But Yeonjun always treated your stories as if they are on the same par as his own life. 

“Oh! I bought that new Mario Kart game for my Switch.” Yeonjun mentioned.

You twirled the noodles with your chopsticks, “about time you did. I was getting bored of kicking your ass at super smash bros.” 

He dropped his utensils on the table giving you a side eye, “You literally button smash Y/N.” 

You smile up at him, shaking your head, “No you just suck.” 

Yeonjun scoffs, turning his head away from you, licking his bottom lip, “Okay, we will have a bet. Whoever wins three races in Mario Kart, the loser has to take the other shopping.” 

You rolled your eyes, “it’s always shopping with you.” 

“It’s called staying up with the latest trends and fashion baby, learn it.” 

Yeonjun practically skipped to his room, and you slowly followed behind him. 

He sets up the gaming system and you sit on the edge of his bed. 

Yeonjun sits beside you, handing you one of the joycons, “ready to lose?” he winked. 

You gave him a side eye, “In your dreams.” 

Before you knew it, the three races were over, and you indeed did lose.” 

“YES!!! Shopping spree!!” Yeonjun cheers, flinging himself back onto his bed.

You laid back beside him, covering your face with your hands, “I don’t remember ever being this terrible at Mario Kart, you totally cheated Yeonjun!” 

“I absolutely did not, in fact, cheat, you’re just a sore loser!” 

You looked over at him, his hand was shaped into an L on his forehead. You reached over, slapping his hand away from his head, “Shut up!” 

Yeonjun shoves your shoulder, “Sore loser sore loser!” 

You push him back, the both of you laughing. 

Yeonjun had the biggest smile, and it was one of your favorite things about him. 

He slowly turns and looks at you. You stare back into his eyes like you always do. Eye contact was important in your friendship. But something was different this time. 

Your heart rate was slowly increasing. What is this feeling? And why are you feeling it? You’ve looked at his smug face a million times, why is this one different?

Before you could answer your own question, you stopped thinking completely. 

His hand reached across to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. 

He pressed his lips against yours. They were so warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

You couldn’t get enough of him. You needed more. As if you lost all your air and he became the oxygen. 

Yeonjun runs his hand down your back, hooking his finger in the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer to him. 

Your bodies touched. Your hands flew into his hair. His hands searched your body. First running to the back up your head, back down to your ass slowly giving it a squeeze and down to your thigh, raising it up and over his hip. 

He slowly licks your bottom lip, waiting for his offer to be accepted. You open your mouth just wide enough for his tongue to come through. 

Your tongues danced together in the perfect rhythm.

Yeonjun lets out a soft moan, squeezing your thigh tightly and it sends chills down your spine. 

He pulls you on top of him, both hands resting on your hips. Your hands found the sides of his neck, your thumb slowly tracing his jawline feeling the moment of it with every kiss. 

The front door opens then follows the sound of four voices. 

You both quickly jumped up and away from each other, you standing across the room, while Yeonjun sat up in his bed running his hands through his hair. 

The laughter of Soobin, Taehyun, Beomgyu, and Kai filled the other room, completely changing the air in this room. 

You looked over at Yeonjun and he slowly looked up at you. 

The realization of what just happened between the two of you clicked at once. 

A boundary was crossed and now your friendship has changed. 

Yeonjun seemed to realize it too. He slowly starts to stand up, “Y/N, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened or came over me.” 

You couldn’t find the right words to speak, all you could do was look back at your best friend. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. Your emotions were tied into a knot. 

“I need to go.” was the only thing you could say, and you made it your mission to get out of the dorm as fast as possible. 

“Y/N, please don’t go.” Yeonjun reached for you, but you were already out of the room. 

The boys noticed you walking out, you gave them hellos and goodbyes, quickly stepping foot out of the dorms. 

“What’s wrong with her? Did something happen?” Taehyun asked. 

Soobin noticed it too. Something seemed off. 

Soobin found Yeonjun hunched over sitting on his bed, his leg was shaking and he had a tight grip of his hair on the back of his head. 

“Hyung.” Soobin said. 

Hearing his voice made Yeonjun jump, he quickly looked up at his leader, “Hey Soobin.” 

Soobin looks out at the front door, then back at Yeonjun, “Did you fight?” 

Yeonjun raised a brow, trying to play it off that he didn’t know what Soobin could be talking about, “what?” 

“Y/N,” he sighed, “it’s not like her to just walk out like that. She seemed upset. What happened?” 

Yeonjun looked away from his leader, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Debating if talking about what just happened with his lifelong best friend was the right move. 

“Yeonjun.” 

And that was all it took. Yeonjun quickly stood up, facing his leader and second best friend, “I kissed her!”

Soobin raises both his brows, studying his hyung’s face carefully. 

“I kissed her okay, that’s what happened.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes, falling back down onto his bed. “I don’t know what came over me. We were just hanging out like normal, everything was normal, nothing was out of place but just…the moment I looked at her…” 

Soobin nodded, taking a seat beside him.

“I remember not thinking about anything. Just looked at her and into her eyes and the next I know, we were kissing. I escalated it further and who knows where it would have gone if you guys didn’t come home. And by the time I realized what we just did, she was running out the door.” 

“Well,” Soobin started, “you guys are best friends, grew up together, families are friends, everything. You crossed a line that has never been spoken about or even thought out. Y/N probably does not know how to respond to this.” 

Yeonjun shook his head, “I figured that but..”

“Hey, no none of that, don’t beat yourself up over it,” Soobin wrapped his arm around him, “She seemed deep in thought when she left, just give her time, okay?” 

Yeonjun nodded. 

“Another question?”

“Alright?” 

“Do you have feelings for her?” 

Yeonjun shakes his head, “Soobin, I have no idea. I don’t know. I never saw her as anything more than my best friend.”

All Soobin could do was nod and try his best to cheer up his friend, “Don’t beat yourself up. Give her some time.”

Two days have passed and all Yeonjun wanted to do was pick up his phone and call you. To apologize a million times over and make it right. But he was afraid you’d reject his calls and text or write him off completely. 

He was terrified to lose you. 

Two days turned into a week. Which is the longest either of you has gone without some sort of contact. 

Yeonjun slashed water in his face, looking up at himself in the mirror, watching the water trail down his face, stopping at the corner of his lip. 

He reached up, tracing his fingers over his lips. The memory of you came back to his mind. The feeling of your lips connected to his. The way your body moved against his. The sound of your breathing. How perfectly synced you were. How life is so wrong without you standing beside him. 

Yeonjun pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing your number. 

You sat at your desk, turning the pages of your textbook, doing some last-minute studying to keep your mind busy. 

It’s been a week since you’ve talked to him. And you regretted every day of that week walking out the way you did. It shouldn’t have ended up like this. 

He’s your best friend, who you’ve shared your entire world with. How could you have let things end this way?

As if on cue, your phone rings. Yeonjun’s name lights up. 

You slowly pick up your phone, counting down from three before answering the call. 

You didn’t have a chance to speak because he was already speaking, “Y/N,” he softly said your name, “meet me at HYBE.” 

Yeonjun was already waiting outside for you when you arrived. His head hung down, staring off into the distance, he did not know you have even arrived yet. 

You softly looked at him. He wore his favorite white tank top that perfectly showed off his muscular arms. A faded pair of blue jeans ripped at the knees and a black pair of Converse. The streetlamp he stood under shined on him like a spotlight. The summer breeze blew his hair against his cheeks.  

You knew you couldn’t stare at him much longer before he noticed you.

“I’m here,” Yeonjun looked up at you. His face might not have shown how happy he was to see you, but his eyes said it all, “why did you call me out here?”

He walked over to you, sliding his hands into his jean pockets, looking off into the distance, and licking his bottom lip, “Take a walk with me.”

You followed behind him, still confused as to why you had to meet him at his place of work. 

“Practice today?” you asked.

Yeonjun nodded, “Dance practice, Soobin had a meeting and then we all discussed future plans for the group. 

You nodded, “Could have just called me and talked if you were busy.”

“I’m not busy, plus I wanted to see you.”

You stopped walking. Your heart felt like it was about to burst. All you wanted was to see him but thought after everything that happened, you two would not be able to be friends anymore. Everything was ruined. 

Yeonjun turned around, concern filling his face, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, just haven’t seen you in a while.”

He nodded too, “Yeah it has been a minute.”

Yeonjun could feel how uncomfortable you were. Things were different between the two of you. He knows that, but still tried to lighten the mood anyways. “Plus, you still owe me a shopping trip.”

You scoff, shaking your head, and continued walking ahead of him, “You called me out of my apartment at nine o’clock at night just to drag me on a walk about your company building to remind me about your shopping addiction? You’re really something Choi Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun sighs, as he watched you walk away from him, but this time he’s not going to let you go. 

“Want to know the actual reason I called you out here?”

You stopped walking, afraid to turn around and look at him. 

“Look, Y/N, I am truly sorry for what happened…but I do not regret it.”

You slowly turned and faced him, “Why?”

Yeonjun softly smiles, “Because I am in love with you idiot.”

Your heart completely stops at hearing those words, and you lost your breath as he slowly walks closer to you. 

“I think I have always loved you,” he continues, “but I was blinded by our friendship and deep down was scared if I made the wrong move I would lose you and I cannot lose you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “But I ruined everything! I walked away and did not even try to-”

“No we are not doing this,” he interrupted, “you did nothing wrong, it was all me. I am the one that decided to cross that line. I am the one who ruined our friendship.”

“Yeonjun,” you sighed, “I had just as much part of it as you did.”

You stare into his eyes, trying to read every thought that was going through that beautiful head of his. 

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he takes one step closer, “I am in love with you. I always have been and I was a fool to not see it sooner than when I did. I can’t get you out of my head,” he takes another step closer, “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked that day, the way you looked back at me while we were in my bed. The way your lips felt on mine, the way you tasted.”

Yeonjun was nearly inches away from your face, slowly backing you up against the wall of his company building. 

He places his hands on the sides of your head against the wall, “The way your body felt against mine and how perfect you felt in my hands,” he rests his forehead against yours, “I can’t sleep in my bed without remembering you on top of me and hearing the sounds of your sexy breathing ringing in my brain from the way I was touching you.”

Your heart raced against your chest. His lips were inches away from yours, and his body’s heat radiated to yours. You felt as if you have stopped breathing, and the only way to get that oxygen was to breathe him in. 

“I going to give you two options,” he exhaled, “either tell me to move and I will respect your space and leave you alon-”

“Touch me again.” you quietly whispered. 

“What?” he asked lifting his forehead from yours. 

“I said touch me again,” you took a deep breath, “Kiss me, grab me, run your hands over every inch of me. Breathe me completely in. Use me as your drug, as your oxygen. Make love to me right here if you’d want, do everything you want to me except let me walk away from you.”

And that was all it took. His lips connected to yours. He pinned you completely against the wall, his hands squeezing your hips. His body completely pressed against yours. 

“I think that was the sexiest thing I have ever heard you say.” Yeonjun chuckled against your lips, “I am so turned on right now, if we weren’t right outside my workplace, I would so fuck you right here.”

You ran your hands through his hair, softening the kiss, “I’m in love with you too, Yeonjun. I also always have known too deep down. I always felt some sort of jealousness when you liked some other girl, and always felt relieved when it wouldn’t work out, and just told myself it was because you deserved better than what they were.”

“But I did deserve better than them, I deserved you.” Yeonjun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It has always been you, Y/N. It has always been us, just took us twenty-plus years to realize it.” he chuckled. 

All you could do was smile at him. Not only did you get your best friend back, but you gained the love of your life. 

“So how about I ditch the rest of my practice and we quickly head back to the dorms, because wooo if we don’t I might actually take you right here and now.”

You smiled even brighter, “last one to the dorms owes the other a shopping spree.” and you took off running, the sounds of Yeonjun’s laughter following behind you.

“We haven’t changed, and I am so in love with it.”

“Yeonjun!” you snapped holding your hands over your chest, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

The corners of his mouth tilted up, his finger pointing upwards, signaling you to open the window. 

You sighed as you walked over and lifted the glass up, “don’t you know what time it is?” you asked. 

Yeonjun checks the watch on his wrist, “it’s only 9:30pm.” 

You dropped your face in the palm of your hand, “only 9:30pm he says.” 

“Yeah! Obviously!” Yeonjun places his foot over the plastic panel to the window, “move over I’m coming in.”

You step aside, watching your childhood best friend make his way into your room. 

Yeonjun sets a plastic convenience store bag on your desk where you were once asleep. 

“Oh shit! I forgot we had math homework!” Yeonjun picks up your notebook, “can I copy this later?” 

You snatch the notebook from his hands, “you know you can do it yourself, right? And anyways, why are you here so late? It’s a school night you know.” 

He points to the plastic bag, “I got us snacks.” 

“Yeah. I can see that.” 

You decided to accept his snacks, knowing full well if you didn’t he would pout until you did or leave pouting and then you’d definitely never hear the end of it. You both sat on the floor leading against your bed to keep the crumb from getting on the bedsheets. 

Yeonjun went on telling a story about his experience at school earlier that day while you sipped on the cola he brought you, and munched on some chips. 

You and Yeonjun have been friends since birth, your mothers are both best friends, which automatically made the two of you best friends. 

“Like Y/N it was crazy! This fight was different from any other school fights I’ve seen!”

You nodded your head, “I can tell by your story. I don’t know why you get yourself caught up in these fights, remember we are seniors in high school, if you want to get into a good college, you can’t get caught up in that.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes, “It’s not like I was in the fight, I just stopped it.” 

“That does not help your case.” 

He shrugs, digging into the bag for another snack.

“Ah! I forgot I got strawberries!” 

You glance over, seeing the rubbing strawberries in his hands. Your eyes lit up, “why did you not start with the strawberries first! I love them!” 

Yeonjun smiled brightly, “that’s why they had to be last! I know you love them.” 

The smell of the fresh strawberries filled your room, your mouth watering, ready to have a taste. 

One by one you both took them, the container soon almost empty. 

Yeonjun’s attention was soon taken by the last strawberry, he held it up in his hand, “it’s a double strawberry.” 

You reached across trying to take it from him, but he pulled away, “I call dibs!” you tried to reach again but he was quick to pull it further away, “Yeonjun!” 

“Do you not know the lord to double strawberries?!” he frantically let out, still shoving you away from the red goodness. 

“What is so special about a double strawberry?? Is it more juicy? I want it if so!” 

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “No! Silly! Sit back and I will tell you.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you let him win, ready for him to explain. 

“Okay, they say if you share a double strawberry, the ones who share it fall in love with each other.” Yeonjun smiled up at you, only for his smile to fade once he saw the look on your face.

“That’s the lore?” you couldn’t hide that your were disappointed. You hoped for the lord to be something more amazing.

Yeonjun flicked his finger to your forehead, “yes that IS the lore! Do you not find that interesting?!”

You shook your head, “I think it is silly to put trust in a fruit to make two people fall in love.” 

Yeonjun shrugged, “I think it’s fascinating.”

“You’ve always been the more romantic one out of the two of us.” 

He nodded, staring down at the strawberries. You felt bad after not believing his story, Yeonjun always loved theories and it made you feel guilty for shutting it down so quickly. 

“I’m sorry for being mean,” you apologized.

He smiled brightly at you, “share the strawberry with me.”

You laughed, thinking he was joking. “What? You’re serious?”

He nodded again, “yeah why not?” he wiggled his brows, “maybe we’ll figure out if it’s true or not.” 

You shoved his shoulder, “stop playing.”

He locked eyes with you, your heart rate increasing seeing how very serious he was being, “I’m not playing, Y/N.” 

All you could do was nod in agreement. What’s the worst that could happen?

Yeonjun split the strawberry and handed you your half. 

This was the first time you felt nervous around him. Yeonjun knows your deepest, darkest secrets. Has seen you at your worst, and even your highest. This man embarrassed you in front of the whole student body in the fourth grade when he found out which boy you had a crush on and announced it to everyone. Never once had he ever made you feel the things you were right now. 

But you ate the strawberry anyways, watching as he ate his half. 

“You’re right,” his voice startled you, “the double strawberry was really juicy.” 

Yeonjun looked over at you making eye contact. 

Every inch of you was screaming to look away, to nod your head in agreement that the strawberry was indeed juicy and really good. 

But you couldn’t break away, you sat frozen beside him. 

Yeonjun inched closer to you, shifting his body facing you, his arm resting on your bed while the other hand reached for you.  

You let him. You let him place his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You could smell his cologne, feel his breath against your skin. 

Yeonjun slowly connected his lips to yours. Your body went hot from his touch. Everything was spinning, but felt as if the world had stopped. 

Once he pulled away, you had to remind yourself to breathe. 

“It’s late,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” 

Yeonjun placed a final kiss on your forehead, and you watched him climb out your window and disappear down the street. 

As if the lore of the strawberry were true, you fell in love with him. 

Everything with Yeonjun felt so right. Everything made sense with him. 

And he felt the same with you. 

The two of you spent the rest of the school year together. 

You became the “it” couple of the school. And deep down, you loved it. 

Every holiday with him was better than before. Every date was more and more special. Every kiss took your breath away every single time. The first I love you melted you. But your heart raced faster each time you heard those words come from his mouth. 

You loved him with every inch of your being. You felt as if nothing could tear you two apart. 

Until the day came where it did tear you apart. 

The two of you sat on the floor of his bedroom. Boxes filled every corner of the room, the convenient store bag of snacks, untouched. A container of strawberries empty, with no double strawberry. 

“Yeonjun, we can find a way!” you cried. 

He tucked his lip between his teeth, “we can’t and you know that.” 

Today was supposed to be a celebration of Yeonjun being accepted as a trainee, but you didn’t think the celebration would end with the both of you ending. 

High School graduation was in a week, you both had so many plans for the summer. He was supposed to follow you to your dream college that was three hours away if he wasn’t accepted as his dream company to be a trainee, and even if he was accepted, you both wanted to make it work. 

Until tonight. 

You knew with Yeonjun’s schedule he wouldn’t have time to visit you often or text or even call often. You did not think it was going to be enough to break the two of you apart. 

You kept looking at the empty container of strawberries, wishing a double one would magically appear there. Maybe the lore wasn’t true after all. 

Graduation came and gone. Days passed. Months flew by and then a years. 

You graduated top of your class from college and landed your dream job in Seoul and moved into a beautiful apartment. 

Your parents threw you a party in congratulations. All your friends from high school came and even the one from college. 

You sat on the couch beside your parents, listening to them talk about how their lives have been since you’ve been gone. You’ve talked to them on the phone every single day, and they’ve visited, but there was still a lot to be caught up on. 

“Oh honey! Mrs. Choi told me to give you her congrats.” your mother said, giving you a warm smile. 

You nodded and smiled back, “tell her I said thank you.” 

She nodded back, but her warm smile slowly faded, “Have you spoken to Yeonjun?” 

You froze at his name, slowly looking away from your mom.

She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving a soft squeeze. 

You excused yourself, rushing away to the kitchen. 

Yeonjun never left your mind. For years since the last day you saw him, he was all you ever thought about. Your heart ached for him. It wanted him and only him. 

You noticed a fruit plate on the table, with a singular strawberry sitting on it. You picked it up, and threw it away. 

A few months have gone by, you settled into your apartment and made a name for yourself at your job. Life was getting easier and Yeonjun didn’t cross your mind much anymore. But maybe it was due to being busy. You never knew the answer to that, and didn’t want to find that answer. 

The first snow of winter touched the ground. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets, forgetting your gloves at home was the worst mistake of the day. 

You had a late day at work, causing you to walk home at 9pm. With the sun down, the winter breeze was even cooler. 

You kept your head low as you continued your walk back home, counting down the steps until you walked into your apartment. 

A few pairs of laughter in the distance caught your attention, you didn’t want to run into them after all. 

You glance up, seeing five men standing on the sidewalk, laughing at each other. 

It made you smile, it reminded you of the times you and your friends would laugh. 

But your smile faded, when you recognized one smile. 

You stopped walking after fully realizing you recognized the laugh too. 

Your heart raced seeing how happy he looked. How different he looked. You could tell he carried himself different. His smile was bigger. He was much taller. His hair was dyed orange. He looked the happiest you’ve ever seen him. 

You knew you needed to walk away, to turn around and walk a different way home. You couldn’t ruin this for him. 

But it was too late. 

He made eye contact with you. His smile faded. 

You wanted to move, but your feet were planted to the ground. 

He said something to the four friends of his and made his way to you. 

You finally were able to look away, hoping his friends would pull him back, but saw they were no longer on site. 

Finally, you were able to turn around, facing away from him.

“Y/N! Wait please!”

You couldn’t take another step before his hands turned you around and pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around you.

You fought yourself to keep from crying, kept yourself stiff so you wouldn’t. 

Yeonjun realized it too, slowly pulling himself from you. 

“Why are you out here alone?” he asked, pulling a strain of hair behind your ear, “you’re freezing! Are you heading home? I’ll drive you.” 

You shook your head, “no I’m fine.” 

His face fell, watching his foot dig into the snow. 

“Please let me take you home, I don’t feel okay knowing you’re walking alone.”

You took a deep breath in, “you haven’t changed much have you?”

A small smile grew on his face, “obviously not.” 

You agreed to let him drive you home. 

He stopped at the convenient store down the street from your apartment, “why are we stopping?” you asked. 

He gave you a wink, “for snacks of course, just like old times.” 

Your heart sank, but you slowly nodded anyway. You tried to push the last memory of sharing snacks with him out of your head. You didn’t want to remember it. 

Yeonjun dropped the plastic bag on your kitchen table, sliding his jacket off, dropping it in the chair. 

“Want any coffee? To help warm up?” you asked. 

Yeonjun nodded, “yes, thank you.  

He rustled through the plastic bag, bringing out a few packages of ramen, two bags of chips, and a container of strawberries. 

You handed him his coffee, glancing down at the container. 

“You really got everything we used to eat as children, didn’t you.” you soft scoffed. 

Yeonjun tore open one of the bags of chips, “hey I’m a simple guy.” 

You rolled your eyes, sitting down at the table across from him, “you really didn’t change.” 

He glanced over at you, “why would I?” 

You shrugged, tapping your fingers on your coffee mug, “you’re an idol now.” 

“Y/N, just because I’m famous doesn’t mean I’m not the same Yeonjun you know.” 

You looked away from him, seeing his face hurt. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I am an idiot, I get it. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you all these years. You’re the main reason I was able to get as far as I did.” 

You looked into his eyes trying to read him. Yeonjun never was able to hide how he felt from you, even as kids you always knew what he was feeling. And right now wasn’t any different. You could see his emotions all over his face. 

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he chuckled, “but I couldn’t put you through that life.”

You shocked your head, anger filled you, “you don’t know how it would have worked! I was ready for that life. Prepared myself for it. I was ready to support you through thick and thin.”

Yeonjun nodded, “I know, trust me I do.” 

You both sat in silence, until you decided fighting with him wasn’t what you wanted right now. You finally reunited with him, you don’t know when you’d be able to see him again. 

“Want to eat the strawberries and talk how we used to?” 

Yeonjun smiled, opening the container. 

You listened as he talked about his trainee days, about his group members, the company he’s under and even his seniors who he looks up to and all the friends he was able to make. He looked so happy talking about it all. You couldn’t help but wonder how different it would have been for him if you were still in the picture during that time. 

“I’m very happy for you, Yeonjun,” you picked up a strawberry, “I guess it worked out in the end.”

You didn’t mean for those words to be that sharp, but you could tell they cut him like a knife. 

“I meant it when I said I never stopped thinking about you. I talked about you all the time. I still do.” 

“I think about you too,” you decided to admit, “I never stopped.” 

He cleared his throat, “get me caught up on you.” 

You caught him up on your everyday life and how you ended up in Seoul. 

“I am very glad you’re doing well for yourself, Y/N. I was worried about you.” 

You raised a brow at him, “I’m an adult Yeonjun, I can’t take care of myself now.” you teased him. 

He threw his hands up in defense, “hey listen, I trust you okay.” 

You both laughed. You missed this. You missed him. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, as if he could read your mind. 

You sighed, “I’ve missed you too.” 

Yeonjun chuckled, reaching for the last strawberry in the box, his eyes frozen on it. 

You took a sip from your coffee, watching him in confusion, “what is wrong with it?”

He smiled, “have you ever heard the lore of sharing a double strawberry with someone?” 

You set your cup down, seeing the double strawberry in his hand. 

“Yeonjun…”

“They say if you split the strawberry in half with someone, the two will fall in love.” 

He glances up at you, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yeonjun…I—“

“I’m still in love with you, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I loved you way before we even shared the first double strawberry. I think I’ve loved you for as long as I could remember, and I never stopped. Sharing the strawberry with you that night all those years ago only gave me the confidence to finally show it.” 

Tears formed in your eyes. The happiness you felt in that moment was written all over your face. 

“I don’t remember when I realized it, but it’s the same with me”, you reached across the table grabbing him by his shirt collar, “I’ve always loved you Choi Yeonjun, and it took that stupid double strawberry to finally realize it.” 

The last thing you saw was his smile and his face inching closer to yours. Your world spun at the touch of his lips. Your heart raced feeling his cold hand brush against your neck. 

He was here with you. And that’s all that mattered in that moment. 

Yeonjun pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “so, we are sharing this strawberry?” 

“As long as you promise to not leave my side again.” 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m dumb enough to walk away from you again.”

You sat across from him. Legs wrapped underneath you, twisting your fingers together and trying to do anything to not make eye contact with him. 

His eyes never left you. You could feel how his eyes stared holes into you. 

But you broke, finally looking in his direction, making direct eye contact with him. 

He sat forward, hands clasped together. His head was slightly tilted, his faded hair slowly falling over his face. 

It’s been six months since you broke up. But that didn’t stop the two of you from still hooking up any chance you could get. 

It didn’t stop Yeonjun from the way he would pin you against the wall and fuck you from behind, fucking you stupid. It didn’t stop him from putting you to your knees, taking his length in your mouth and watching as he would fling his head back letting out soft groans as he would pull your hair in motion as you went down on him. 

But each time you called it a mistake, it a never to happen again. But you both were always coming back for more. 

Sex with Yeonjun was incredible. It always has been even before the break up. Hell, the same night as the break up he fucked you so good you couldn’t walk for a week. 

But you figured he just wanted to give you one last fuck before it was entirely over…six months later and here you two were, still fucking each other stupid not being able to completely let go. 

You twirled the solo cup in your hands, finally breaking the eye contact from him. 

You should have known he was going to show up to this party. 

You should have seen the signs when Soobin texted you to join him tonight. He and Yeonjun were best friends after all. 

“Y/N,” he called to you. You raised a brow letting him know you heard him, “Why did you come here with Soobin?” 

Before you could give him an answer, the man himself appeared right behind you. Speaking of the devil. 

Soobin wrapped his arm around you, leaning over the couch you sat on. 

You quickly glanced at Yeonjun, seeing his jealousy written all over his face. He leaned back into the chair, crossing his legs and placing a hand over his mouth. His eyes shot daggers into you and Soobin. 

“So this is where you’ve been, Y/N.” Soobin cuddled his forehead against your temple, “I’ve been looking for you. You were standing beside me and then the next I knew you were gone.” 

Yeah, that’s because the minute Yeonjun walked in you had to try and work fast to get away. Yeonjun unfortunately worked faster, cornering you in the massive living room on the couch. 

“I just needed to sit down for a bit.” You softly smiled at Soobin, wrapping your hand against his wrist. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yeonjun perk up, his cheeks turning pink from the jealousy growing. 

It turned you on seeing him jealous. You loved seeing the way his body language spoke. The way he would bite his bottom lip, the way he would start to eye fuck you, not caring who would be around. 

You wanted to test him. To play the bratty part and see how far you could push him. You were angry with him for showing up tonight. 

You crossed Soobin’s arms more around you, his gentle hands resting at your hips and tilting your head more into him. 

Yeonjun gripped the armrest, seeing you getting all cozy with his best friend was pissing him off. Yeonjun knew he had no right to be angry, to be jealous. You weren’t together anymore. Oh but god that didn’t stop him from marking you as his still. 

“You want a refill?” Soobin asked, nodding his head at your empty cup. 

You couldn’t even answer before Yeonjun spoke up for you, “She has had enough, Bin.” 

“The last time I checked, I am able to speak for myself, Jun,” you spat back, “I would love some more alcohol, Soobie.” you nestled your face into his neck, smelling his cinnamon cologne which you loved so much. 

“Fuck that was sexy.” Soobin giggled, wrapping his arms even tighter around you. 

Yeonjun’s eyes were shooting daggers at the two of you, the tension growing even more. 

You couldn’t lie, you loved the attention you were getting. You loved how Soobin held you tightly, but god did you love the way Yeonjun was losing his shit over you right now. It fueled the fire that was already burning. 

You played with the back of Soobin’s hair, shifting your body to face him better, “kiss me.” 

Yeonjun’s heart dropped, and he quickly stood up from the chair, he needed to stop this. 

Soobin’s lips barely grazed yours before you were pulled up from the couch and pushed in the opposite direction. 

“Seriously Yeonjun?” Soobin scoffed. 

Yeonjun shook his head, “Stay out of this, Bin.” 

Soobin wanted to argue, but knowing he couldn’t. 

He led you up the stairs and down the hallway, the loud music softly faded in the background. 

“Yeonjun, let go!” You tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but Yeonjun proved to be stronger. 

He yanked you in front of him and up against the wall, his arm slamming against it above your head, his other hand grasping your hip tightly. 

Your heart raced as you stared back into his dark brown eyes. 

“You think you can just flirt with my best friend in front of me? Don’t you know better?” 

“Excuse me?” you snapped back, “Last time I checked I’m not tied down to you and can flirt with whoever I want.” 

Yeonjun scoffed, looking away from you, sliding his tongue into the side of his cheek, “What are you trying to do here? Hmm?” 

“Me? What about you!” you dug your index finger into his chest, “What are you even doing here?”

“I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” 

You rolled your eyes, “like what, Yeonjun? To make sure I don’t sleep with someone else at this party? Or even fuck Soobin?” 

“To protect you, because if I don’t then who would?” he said with such fire between his teeth. 

You looked away from him, “Soobin would have! I came here with Soobin!”

Yeonjun took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him, “stop saying his name.”

Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest. It turned you on so bad seeing him like this, it always has. 

He pressed his body against yours. Feeling the warmth of his hard length pressed up between your legs. You could feel how wet your underwear already was. 

“Say my name instead,” Yeonjun whispered, his face now inches away from yours. 

“Yeonjun…” you whispered back. 

His hand left your hip, slowly moving down your thigh, “Say it again.” You whispered his name again and his hand moved up your skirt, rubbing two fingers over your folds, “fuck baby, already soaking through these panties for me.” 

You were melting against his touch and he could see it too. 

Yeonjun lifted himself away from you, pulling you to follow him into the empty bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you. 

Even though you wanted to sleep with Yeonjun so badly, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. You were broken up and it’s been six months. This wasn’t healthy. 

“Yeonjun, maybe we shoul-“

Before you could finish, he pressed you up against the door, “Stop talking, I do not want to hear those words.” 

You reached for him, slamming yourself against him. Hands in his hair and mouths connected. 

Yeonjun undressed you as his tongue danced with yours, his hands cupping your bare breasts, thumbs circling your tits. 

You moaned against his mouth reaching for every piece of clothing to tear off his body. 

You needed him now. 

Yeonjun could feel your impatience, “I need you to ride me.” 

You shoved him down onto the bed, reaching for the buttons of his jeans, slipping your fingers under the hem of his boxers helping slide them off to the floor. 

You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, his broad shoulders and muscles sending you dizzy. 

Yeonjun pulled you to straddle him, “I need your wet pussy on my cock right now or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” 

You slid down onto him, taking him completely between your folds. The sounds of pleasure escaped your mouth as you rocked your hips against him and slowly started to bounce. 

Yeonjun held a tight grip on your ass, helping you with the motion, moving you faster. 

He laid kisses on your neck, leaving soft bites on your skin that you damn well knew would leave marks. Yeonjun would always leave some kind of mark on you, showing off that you were his. 

You flung your head back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “f-fuck…Yeonjun…feel so fucking good.” 

“Yeah, baby? You love the way my cock feels inside your wet pussy?” he slammed you down hard against his cock, holding you in place, making sure you felt every single inch of him before letting you move again. 

The sensation made you dizzy, your climax approaching. 

“Gonna…gonna cum…Yeonjun.” you moaned into his ear. 

Yeonjun smirked, pulling you off him. 

You gasped at the emptiness of him, ready to protest about your release. But Yeonjun had other plans. 

He flung you onto the bed, towering over you, “We’re coming together, you hear me?” 

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling him slowly move into your entrance and picking up speed. 

Oh, he fucking you so good making sure to hit all the right spots that drove you insane. Breasts bounced by his movements. 

You bit down on your lips to keep from being loud, your orgasm once again building up. 

Yeonjun hung his head down, groaning with every push inside you, “fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around my cock…fuck I’m going to cum.” 

You tighten your legs around him, putting as much pressure as possible. 

Yeonjun gripped his hands onto the headboard, using it to pick up speed and shove himself harder into you. 

“Say my name baby,” he moaned out, “say how badly you want me to make you cum with my dick.”

You did as you were told, “Yeonjun, make me cum please, I’m begging.” 

“Fuck, you are being such a good girl for me.” 

You couldn’t take it anymore, “I’m...I want to cum, Yeonjun please.” 

“Cum for me baby,” he licked his lips, “make a mess on my dick.” 

You dug your fingers into the black silk bed sheets, arching your back as you reached your high, pure bliss of ecstasy fell over you. 

With one hand still on the headboard, his other wrapped around your arched back, “I’m cumming inside you baby.” 

As you felt the warmth of his release filling you, Yeonjun connected your lips together, moaning into the kiss as he chased his high. 

Yeonjun softly dropped his body onto yours, wanting no space being left. 

The truth was, Yeonjun was still very much in love with you. He hated it when other guys would look in your direction. He hated how sexy you looked tonight, knowing Soobin was thinking the same thing. He hated that you weren’t together. 

He nuzzled his face into the small of your neck, breathing you in, “Fuck I still love you.” 

You tangled your hand in his hair, your heart beating for him and only him. 

You still loved him too. Sometimes wanting nothing more than to drop this friends-with-benefits act and be together again. You were great together until you weren’t anymore, and that’s the sad truth. 

Leaving you both running in circles around each other making the mistake of ending up in each other's bed, swearing it won’t happen again. But coming back for more anyway. 

You wanted to tell him how much you loved him too, but settled for kissing his forehead before pulling yourself away from him and out of the bed.  

Yeonjun sat up, watching as you got dressed, eyes roaming every inch of your body, spotting the marks on your neck. 

“God you look so sexy with my markings.”

“Yeonjun, we can't keep doing this,” you said covering the spot with your hand. 

“Y/N, you say this every single time”, he climbed out of the bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “you can call this a mistake all you want, but it’s more than that.”

“It’s beautiful mistakes,” you whispered as you pulled away from him, “put your clothes back on, everyone probably has noticed we’ve been gone for too long.” 

Yeonjun smirked as he picked his clothes up from the floor, “Good, they need to know you’re still mine anyways, unofficially.”