#yejun x reader

College AU - Jealous! Yejun X Reader [18+]

[note: I wrote with they/them pronouns but I also wrote with the body parts of female anatomy]

tags: friends(?) to lovers, mutual pining, angst, miscommunication, misunderstanding.

word count: 2.2k

tw: alcohol, swearing, sex, etc

You never really understood Yejun. Some days you think he likes you, some days you didn’t know if he just acted like that with anyone. He was nice, handsome, kind, funny, basically the embodiment of perfection. I guess that’s what bothered you the most. He was like that, he’s kind to everyone, everyone loves him, and you were one of them. Sometimes Yejun did things that would make you question if you were special, different towards the others. Sometimes Yejun did things that made you feel like he was just THAT kind.

“Y/N you look really good today.” Yejun said to you while you were in sweatpants and hoodie with a rat nest for hair that day. You would’ve felt special if you didn’t know better that he was just kind. He was always busy too, you would ask him if he had time to get a coffee and would always say “Sure! I’ll let you know when I’m available.” He was never available, he was always busy with group projects, meetings and whatever. You shouldn’t be overreacting like this, after all… you’re just friends.

[11:49 PM]

Yejun: I just listened to the song you sent me, I really liked it, please recommend me some more music, I love your taste. 

You glared at the text message, you told yourself you would try and move on but one simple text somehow just made your brain shut off.

“ARGHHHHHH.” You screamed into your pillow.

 [11:52 PM]

You: Here’s a playlist I have of music I’d think you would like!

You send the playlist acting like it wasn’t a playlist that you curated for your feelings for him 3 weeks ago during a mental breakdown.

[12:05 AM]

Yejun: listening to it rn, thanks !!

You stared at the message for about 5 minutes before opening the phone app and dialing your best friend Noah’s number.

“Hey…” you said faintly after he answered.

“Is it Yejun again?” Noah said.

You sighed deeply.

“Should I walk into oncoming traffic?” you asked.

“No…” Noah paused. “…but do you want to go get shitfaced drunk?”

You paused for a second.

“Yes.”

After about 20 minutes Noah came over with 6 bottles of soju and a dream.

“Drink your heart away princess.” He said sarcastically. Shot after shot after shot you became increasingly more drunk, the more drunk you became the more you complained about Yejun, the more you complained about Yejun, he more you got upset.

[2:45 AM]

You were 2.5 bottles of soju in, Noah is on your apartment floor hanging with his phone above his head listening to your rambles and life is life. Until your phone began to start buzzing.

INCOMING CALL FROM YEJUN

“Do not answer that.” Noah said sternly

“WHY???” You shouted.

“One, you’re shouting, two, you’re shit-faced drunk, three, nothing that comes out of your mouth is even a little bit coherent.”

“But-“ before you even finished your sentence Noah took your phone out of your hands and pressed the decline button.

“Go drink some water right now.” You felt like a guilty puppy getting scolded by their owner after peeing on the carpet.

YEJUN POV

After his call got declined so suddenly, Yejun pouted wondering if he did anything wrong. He knew Y/N was awake though, they had just posted on their story 3 empty bottles of soju. After seeing that, Yejun noticed that Noah had also posted those bottles of soju on his story, so he decided to call Y/N to see what they were up to.

Yejun would hate to admit that he was jealous, he would hate to admit that he imagined that they were doing god knows what with Noah while he was listening to the playlist they had just sent him. The phone being declined so suddenly didn’t help his racing imagination either. He had noticed how his stomach flipped upside down, his jaw clenched, and his hands were suddenly in a fist shape. He noticed. He told himself to calm down but he noticed. He noticed a lot of things.

He noticed stolen glances, he noticed lingering touches, he noticed how his heart raced whenever he heard their name, he noticed how he felt whenever he saw another person lingering too close to them.

He wasn’t sure what he and Y/N were either, but he knew Y/N wasn’t even his, there was this blurred line between friendship and god knows what. The blurred lines consisting of frustration, miscommunication, jealousy, labels, and time.

What the hell would Y/N be doing with Noah at 3 AM??

Time Skip [the next day]

Y/N POV

Feeling a little hungover from yesterday still, you still tried to pretend you were fine and not totally out of it.

You still had a group assignment to do with Yejun and other members of the group and had promised to meet up at Yejun’s place. You could feel Yejun’s cold glances at you though, you were just hoping you were overthinking it and it was the hangover making you imagine things. You just kinda focused on your work and trying to laser in on finished it.

After some time had passed the other group members had made an excuse to leave and you had been debating whether to leave too but trying to not make it seem like you were avoiding Yejun.

“So, uhm, I think I’ve done enough work for today and we can pick up on this tomorr-“

“Can I ask you something?” Yejun said cutting you off. Your heart began to race and you began to sweat because that is never a good question to ask.

“Oh- uh yeah, sure.” You hesitated.

“You and Noah… are you guys uhm… you know?” Yejun asked.

“Me and Noah? Oh uh we’re just friends.” You stuttered.

“You drink at 3am with just friends? At your apartment?” Yejun said with his teeth clenched which made you more hesitant to answer his questions.

“I mean, yeah? Don’t you?” You said confused. Yejun gulped and looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “Y/N I thought you and I were, uhm..”

“What?” you said, sweating, “I thought we were just friends?” you said confused.

“Friends?” Yejun’s eyes widened and he stood up walking over to sit next to you on the couch you were sitting on. “Is that what this is? Friendship?” Yejun sounded disappointed.

“I mean, isn’t that what we are?” You asked.

“No.” Yejun said sternly, “I really hoped we weren’t.” He said while picking up your hand. He stared at your hand in his hand for a couple seconds.

“Then-“

“Can I kiss you?” Yejun said cutting you off.

You paused for a second before finally answering.

“Yes.”

After hearing that Yejun crashed his lips onto yours, he grabbed your face gently with his hand and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before moving his hang to the back of your neck while his free hand makes it’s way down your waist. Yejun separating his lips with yours to trace his lips to your ears.You feel his hot breath against you ear suddenly whisper.

“Y/N.” Sending chills down your spine, Yejun placed another kiss on the nape of your neck. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He says while his hand lingers down in between your thighs, feeling your core get hotter and hotter.

You bring your lips to Yejun’s ear to whisper back. “Don’t stop.”  

With that signal Yejun quickly removed his shirt and smashed his lips against yours once again, slowly moving down to your neck leaving marks softly. Yejun tugs at your shirt signaling you to take it off, you quickly pull off your shirt and toss it to the side and lie down with Yejun hovering above you, both of your breathing short and steady, at the same time hot and airy. You look up at Yejun, his face looking so gentle but when your eyes meet his it’s met with a hungry Yejun.

Yejun’s lips crash against yours once again, he slides his tongue into your mouth, while his tongue and yours dance against each other you feel Yejun gliding up against your thigh and squeezing as his hand gets higher and higher. Yejun’s hands eventually make it to the front of your pants unbuttoning it while his mouth is still intertwined with yours. He slides your pants off and tosses it over to wear your shirt was thrown.

You slide your hands that have been resting on Yejun’s shoulders down from his chest, then to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off of him and tossing them to the side before bringing your hands back to his neck. You break the kiss while still breathing heavily, gesturing to Yejun to sit down and climbing on top of him. You gently kiss his neck while your fingers are entangled in his hair. While palming your hands over his underwear and gently gliding your fingers over his bulge. Small whines escape from Yejun’s mouth as his breathing gets heavier.

You stand up and kneel while Yejun breathes heavily on the couch, staying still as his eyes watch yours. Maintaining eye contact he watches you kneel in front of his legs without breaking eye contact. You brush your hand against the bulge that’s begging to be escaped by the thin layer of cloth. You narrow your eyes to look at the bulge before sliding his underwear down removing the one piece of clothing. You grab his long shaft and stare at it for a second before sticking your tongue out to lick the tip of it. Yejun’s soft whimpers had become louder, until you decided to put it all in your mouth until his shaft hit the back of your throat. Yejun couldn’t hold in his moans and it had become louder, enough to echo throughout the entire apartment. Your lips had wrapped around his entire shaft and slowly your mouth had become filled with his salty precum. 

“Wait- nngh wait-” Yejun didn’t want to release all of him just yet, “Come here” Yejun gestured to come sit on his lap again, as you gently sat he grabbed your waist and gently laid you down on the couch with your eyes and his not separating for a single second until Yejun’s eyes meet your chest before bringing his lips to your nipple and sucking on it while he massages the other gently between his fingers. Yejun really treated your body gently and like it belonged to him. 

“Yejun-” You say in between your short breaths, “Ah- Yejun-” 

“Please don’t ever call me your friend again.” Yejun says before moving your underwear to the side and inserting two fingers into you. “A friend wouldn’t make you this wet would they?”  

Your moans eventually start getting louder and once you realize you tried to hold back so he wouldn’t get in trouble from his neighbors. Once Yejun realized you were trying to hold back he inserted another finger inside you and picked up his pace. Your breaths became harsher and Yejun enjoyed the sight of you being so pleased underneath him. He took his fingers out from you and placed himself in between your legs and looked at you and brushed a strand of hair from your face that was sticking to your forehead due to the sweat you and him had created. Before inserting himself into you he places a kiss on your forehead and waits for your signal before he lets himself inside of you. 

“Please.” quietly escapes your lips. 

Yejun slowly inserts himself into you gently, and gently thrusts back and forth, with his breath hitching matching the rhythm of his thrusts. At the same time you can’t find yourself to hold in your moans. 

“Y-Yejun-ahh” escapes your lips. Yejun’s pace continues to pick up and both of your bodies become in sync. Yejun’s body fits into yours and your rhythms matching like a perfect symphony. 

“Ah- Y/N I don’t think-” Yejun’s breath hitched, “I don’t think-” 

“Cum for me Yejun.” You whispered in his ear. 

Yejun pumped into you more before taking his cock outside of you and releasing himself all over your stomach. Yejun took his fingers, breathing heavily and pumping them inside of you to help you release yourself in a pace that matches your breath.Yejun’s moans quickly transformed into grunts trying to help you climax. Your moans become in perfect pitch to his ears he pumps faster until you release yourself all over his fingers. 

Yejun collapses on top of you, breathing heavily before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m yours.” Yejun whispers into your ear. 

The next morning you find yourself in Yejun’s bed wearing his shirt with no other clothes and under his soft blanket with Yejun nowhere to be found. You bury yourself in his blanket in embarrassment before Yejun walks back into his room slowly getting himself back into his bed thinking you were asleep. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yejun said surprised 

“Mhm” you say quietly embarrassed. 

fandom: PLAVE pairing: various x reader genre: fluff summary: What would they do if they discovered your lips chapped on a cold winter night? word count: roughly 300 words per part

a/n: I wrote these almost a year ago and I thought that after I was done with a project that I was working on, I would start posting these little prompts! I would hate if no one else got to enjoy them, so I decided that I would start uploading them here. I will remind everyone that these are my own hc and that these shouldn't reflect on the members in any way, shape, or form. Please kindly look forward to next weeks posting!

The days were becoming colder as autumn set in and today, you just happened to forget your lip balm. The chapped skin was beginning to feel tight, and you had tried to fold your bottom lip underneath your teeth, sucking it as you waited for the boys. 

Eventually, your lip began to throb from the excessive sucking, and you opted to pick at the peeling skin, savoring the feeling of the cool air on chewed lips. It was better to pick away wet, loosened skin than dry ones. 

Hearing the door to the building next door open, you began to hear the chatter of the group you were waiting for. The five of them were dressed warmly and you could tell they had a good day already from the looks on their faces. 

You approach the group, waving at them as you draw closer. 

YEJUN ONE SHOT

FLUFF

Yejun can be very intimidating, but when he is tired and knows there’s someone at home, he can also become very baby….

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While you were busy doing your thing at home, a tall blue haired man walks in through the front door.

”I’m home” he calls out, exhaustion lingering in his voice.

You leave what you were doing on hold to greet your man, hugging him with a quick kiss to his cheeks. He relaxes in your touch, wrapping his arms around you tightly, letting all his body weight fall on you.

”oi, you’re crushing me” you chuckle, trying to wiggle out of his heavy grip, but he doesn’t budge. He starts walking you both backwards towards the living room, letting the muscle memory guide him to the couch where he plops both of you down.

”mmm missed you so much” Yejun nuzzles his face into your neck, enjoying your warm body under him, cuddling him in a way which makes all his days stress melt away.

You stay in the cuddle position for a while, enjoying each others closenesså, before you unfortunately have to push your big boyfriend off you to use the bathroom.

”Babe, I need to pee” You shake his shoulder, stroking his nape with the other hand. He hums, nuzzling his face closer to your collarbone. ”But it’s so comfy…” he whines, still not letting go. You sigh, god help me with this big baby…

Summary: an invite from him leading to a confession

You walked down the narrow road, trying to avoid the slightly muddy floor and as you check the now worn paper in your hand.

“Meet me at the flood plain y/n” it says in black ink as you check to you left, the serene field of rice on the other end, seemingly going on endlessly beyond the hilly side you were on.

You huff as you slowly try to go down the cliff, trying now to lose your footing as you stood near a marked tree waiting for your admirer.

You felt a hand and looked up to see him smiling and waving. “Hi y/n… I’m surprised you actually came.” He grabbed the note and glanced a side bashfully.

“I… uhm..” He said as you cocked your head to the side in confusion, you could see the tips of his ears flush red.

“What did you want to say to me?” You ask as he fidgets with the note in his hand. “Should I go?”

“No!” He grabs your arm as looks into your eyes briefly before cutting eye contact. You could feel your heart skip as he blushes more. “Don’t go..”

He moves away from you slightly, the sun setting behind him made him glow, elevating his red blush now to match the shade of the sky behind.

“I like you.” He says as he smiles, it radiates from him and blinds you like the sun. “I really do”

hidden love

yejun x reader

genre: jealous childhood friend, childhood friends to lovers, fluff (i guess? hahaha)

💙 i love me some jealous! yejun 🤭 like ugh wanted to be in this love trope so bad had to write it instead. anyway enjoy!

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the city streets buzzed with life, the neon lights of downtown casting long shadows as the night settled in. it was a familiar rhythm, one that you and yejun had danced to for years.

the bookstores, the cafés, the late-night walks; they were all part of the landscape of your friendship. however tonight, something was different.

you both had wandered into a quieter corner of your hometown, far from the crowds and noise, towards the old bookstore the both of you used to visit back in high school days.

the place was exactly how you remembered it. dimly lit, with the smell of coffee and old paper weaving through the air. it felt like stepping into a memory.

yejun seemed distant tonight, his usual calm demeanor now tinged with something you couldn’t quite place a finger on. he’d been unusually quiet, his gaze flickering to you more often than usual but always pulling away before you could catch it.

it was like he was keeping something to himself, something important.

you were both standing in the middle of the fiction aisle, surrounded by novels you’d read a hundred times, the worn spines like old friends. you reached out to pull a book from the shelf, but yejun’s voice stopped you.

“are you still close with hamin?” his tone was casual, but there was a slight edge to it, as if he was treading carefully.

you blinked, surprised by the question. “uh.. yeah? of course we are! he’s… well, he’s hamin. you know how he is, always being clingy."

yejun’s jaw tightened slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides. you didn’t catch it at first, too focused on the conversation, but something in the air had shifted.

“oh! i just saw him at the café last week,” you continued, oblivious to the tension building up.

“hamin was being his usual self, lots of stories to share.” you chuckled at the memory. “i can’t believe he still clings on to me this much even after we’ve graduated!”

yejun stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the floor. you didn’t know it then, but that little mention of hamin from you was like a spark to dry tinder. the jealousy simmering beneath the surface had been waiting for a reason to surface.

“well, it’s good you two still talk,” yejun said, his voice tight.

you turned to face him, curiosity piqued. “are you alright? you kinda seem... off."

the blue haired boy didn’t immediately respond. he stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if he was wrestling with something—something he wasn’t sure how to say. his eyes flicked toward you and then quickly away.

“it’s nothing,” he muttered, but there was a weight to his words that didn’t match his tone.

this wasn’t him, you didn’t let it go. “yejun-ah,” you pressed gently. “what’s going on with you?”

for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. then without warning, he reached for a book on the shelf, pulling it down in one swift motion.

“it’s just- hamin always seems to know what to say, doesn’t he?” he said, voice strained and words hanging heavier than usual.

you frowned. “what do you mean? you’ve always known how to talk to me.”

a bitter chuckle came out from him but it didn’t reach his eyes. “yeah, well... maybe i haven’t been good at saying the things i should.” he let out a breath, turning away from you slightly.

“maybe i’ve been saying the wrong things for years.”

you were starting to catch on, the pieces starting to click together in your mind. you stepped closer to him, a sense of clarity creeping into your chest. “so what are you trying to say, yejun?”

his jaw clenched again, his hand tightening around the book in his grip. he looked down at the cover for a moment, as if the words he needed to say were trapped somewhere between his fingers and the paper.

“i’m saying i’m tired of pretending,” he finally said, his voice low but steady. “i’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t bother me when you talk about him like that. tired of pretending that it doesn’t hurt when you’re with him and tired of pretending that i’m okay with just being your friend.”

time literally felt like it froze, your heart pounding in your chest. the quiet that followed his words was thick, oppressive. there it was—the truth you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for, hanging in the air like a confession long overdue.

yejun looked at you, his eyes dark with something more than just frustration. something raw and real.

“i’ve never been good at this,” he said, voice softer now, almost hesitant. “and i know i’ve probably messed things up a hundred times by not saying it before but i can’t stand by anymore and pretend that i don’t feel this way. not when i see you smile at him the way you do. not when it makes my heart stop just thinking about it.”

you swallowed, your mind spinning. this wasn’t just a confession from any guy. this was yejun—your childhood friend, your constant and right now, he’s laying his heart bare in a way you’d never expected.

“i’m in love with you,” his voice quieter now but firm as if he had finally found the strength to say it. “i always have been.”

you blinked, the words reverberating in your chest. the confession was both a relief and a shock. you’d definitely known for a while, deep down, that there was something more between you two. but hearing him say it out loud—was like a rush of emotion you hadn’t been ready for.

the silence stretched out between you, thick with the weight of his confession. you didn’t know what to say at first. you had imagined this moment in a hundred different ways, but none of them had prepared you for this rawness.

finally, you took a step forward, your voice trembling just slightly as you spoke. “yejun, i—”

before you could finish, he reached out, his fingers brushing yours. the touch was tentative at first, as if he was afraid you might pull away. but you didn’t. you stood there, your heart pounding in your chest as his fingers laced through yours.

“i know,” he said quietly. “i know i probably waited too long but i had to tell you. i can’t keep pretending like i’m not in love with you, not anymore.”

you swallowed, feeling the emotions swirl inside you—confusion, relief, excitement, fear. it all hit you at once but the most overwhelming feeling was that of rightness.

you took a deep breath and smiled softly. “yejun-ah, i think i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

his expression softened, and the tension that had gripped him slowly melted away. “wait, you mean to say that you feel the same?”

you nodded, your hand squeezing his, the weight of everything finally settling into place.

“i think i’ve always felt the same way.”

you could feel the air shift around you and the space between you both pulsing with the unsaid words, the raw emotion, the love that had been quietly building between you for so long.

with that, almost instinctively, you leaned in. his breath caught as you drew closer, your faces just inches apart and the world outside the bookstore disappearing entirely. there was no more hesitation and no more waiting.

when his lips finally met yours, it was a slow, soft press—a tentative kiss that grew deeper as the realization of everything that had been unsaid between you flooded into that one moment.

his hand cupped your face as if holding you close to make sure this was real, that it wasn’t just some dream or fleeting fantasy.

you melted into the kiss, your pulse racing and heart finally feeling like it was exactly where it needed to be. yejun pulled back for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been more sure of anything,” he murmured.

you let out a smile with your fingers still tangled in his.

“me neither.”

in which eunho wants to win a bet, and yejun gets jealous.

what to expect: yejun x gender neutral reader, college au, reader is a barista, sfw soft dom!yejun, small makeout sesh, eunho is a menace, one ass slap, profanity. 3.3k words.

author's note: this is my very first time writing anything for plave, so i'm sorry if the vibes are off hahaha :] hope u like it anyway!!

Despite how busy the cafe can get, when you see that group of 5 men barrel through the door, your bad mood disintegrates.

Sudden Shower 💙

Pairing: Yejun x reader

• Fluff

• word count : 4159

Summary: where by reader had a hard day at work while Yejun had some time off today thus being the best number 1 husband ever he did what a number 1 best husband would do!

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As Yejun sends a last text over on Kakao to the other producers, he places his phone aside while stretching a little in his chair. Being the “workaholic” he was, Yejun had of course did some touch up on the new song they were recently working on yet again. Thou it was a day off for him, Yejun still set some time apart to work on them. As he got off his seat, Yejun got out from the studio room he had in his place and as he walked towards the living room, he realised it was raining to which he sent a text to [y/n],

Y: it’s raining !! Did you bring an umbrella? Careful not to get caught in the rain!!

A ping comes not long after he sends the message.

[y/n] : oh gosh… you’re right.. I’ve been in meetings the whole day.. it’s okie ! Hopefully it will stop soon! ☺️

Upon seeing the reply, Yejun concerns slightly went up as that probably meant [y/n] had not packed an umbrella today with her.

Y: I’ll come fetch you if it’s still raining! You wait there after you end alright? Any thoughts for dinner? I’ll cook before I go get you!

[y/n] : honestly… what would I do without you… thank you yejunnie 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[y/n] : mmm… teriyaki chicken?

Y: Don’t worry about it [y/n] !! Gotta take care of my girl now don’t I! 🥺❤️

Y : gotcha! Hehe I’ll see you later then!

As Yejun sends the last text over, he starts prepping dinner.

After 1 and a half hours, Yejun was done preparing dinner as his phone notification pinged, Yejun dries his hands before picking up the phone .

[y/n] : Yejun ah! I’ve ended! Lemme know when you’re near? I’ll come down!

The message read. Yejun eyes lit up as he reads it and goes to get ready to pick [y/n] up.

~~~~~~ time skip to Yejun reaching [y/n] company building and calls [y/n] to let her know ~~~~~~

“ thank you for coming to pick me up yejun ah! “ [y/n] says as they exited the company building. Yejun glances to her direction as he turns up the heater function on her side making sure she didn’t get a cold. “It’s alright [y/n] after all isn’t that the basic thing to do for my girl~” he says like it’s the most normal thing guys do.

As they got home, Yejun heats up dinner after promptly making sure [y/n] showers, no one’s getting sick in this house with Yejun around especially not her girl… was what he said.

As Yejun sets the plates down, [y/n] exits the bath with her towel on her head still. “Let’s dry your hair quickly and then eat?” Yejun asks as he grabs the hairdryer. “Come here [y/n] , sit here” he signals to his lap for her.

~~~ time skip again as Yejun blow dries your hair ~~~

“All done! Let’s eat!” Yejun sing-songs as he serves their food down. “Was work alright today? You mentioned having a few meetings back to back today?” Yejun asks as he places a cup of water down for both of them.

[y/n] nodded a little acknowledging the cup of water being given to her before thanking him. “It…. Mmmm…. Was ok … I suppose.. just that before work ended they had this balloon segment and stuff which they needed to popped.. but was fine thankfully!” She mutters as she remembers the hours from before. “Meeting was… you know meetings…” she added before eating her dinner.

“You’ve worked hard today then..” Yejun says before reaching over to pat the top of her head. “Well done today too [y/n]. Thank you for working hard today.” He added as he pat the top of her head more. She chuckled a little before looking at him “and what did you do on your day off today?”

As they exchanged details of how their day went today, the meal they had on their plate soon were gone as they completely devoured it. “Thank you for cooking dinner today Yejun” [y/n] says as she grabs the dishes to wash while Yejun stands beside her drying the dishes that’s she was done washing. “It’s all good!!~ like I said anything for you” he says before he takes a hand towel to dry his hand and of course her hands as he lifts her hands to dry them as she continues about her day from earlier.

“ I’m proud of you today too [y/n] !! “ he says putting the hand towel down before squishing her cheeks with his hands. Not in a rough way, in a very gentle loving way.

And that was a day in the life of the man named Nam Yejun and his ever loving [y/n]

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Honestly… haven’t wrote anything in like … 13? 14? Years? 😭 but sudden urge after stuff HAHSH but hope whoever reads it would hopefully make your day better !! 🥺💙💜🩷❤️🖤

yejun

absolutely covers for you. zero hesitation.

“sorry, that was me... my stomach’s been weird today.” he even puts a hand on his stomach to really sell the act.

meanwhile, you’re standing there like a statue. eyes forward, face bright red. trying (not) to disintegrate.

and this man??

just casually wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you closer, and gives your shoulder a little squeeze like: “I got you.”

later, once you’ve survived the ride and stumbled into the hallway, he looks at you— dead serious:

“you owe me, babe.” “for what?”

“for taking the fall for a category five bio-weapon. that thing had layers.”

because if you think he wouldn’t tease you later, you’re strongly mistaken. BUT he’s gentle with it. He just really, really enjoys watching you squirm!! MHM!!!!

noah

if you think this man will cover for you right off the bat, think AGAIN!

he smells it. blinks. looks around. then his eyes land on you—standing stiff, lips pressed tight, visibly fighting for your life.

immediately starts laughing. loud.

you shoot him a glare, full death mode.

he only laughs harder. like gasping-for-air, bent-over laughing.

eventually—eventually—he kind of gets it together. clears his throat. still grinning. then, to the rest of the elevator, totally deadpan: “ah sorry, that was me.”

no one buys him. not one person.

but at least he tried.

later, he wraps his arm around your shoulders like nothing happened and goes, “that thing had force, babe. you trying to kill me?”

bamby

first reaction: GASP + full body flinch. covers his nose.

“W-WHO—??? WHAT??”

he whips his head around in horror… then his eyes land on you. frozen. soulless. already halfway to the afterlife.

realization hits him like a freight train.

he panics.

“OH. uh. that was me. yeah. i had… tofu??”

no one believes him. not even close. it's painfully obvious he's covering HAHAH

he starts fake coughing to add realism. fans the air. looks like he’s gonna pass out from his own fake fart. meanwhile you're standing there MORTIFIED.

you both walk out of the elevator with him still trying to sell it and failing miserably.

he feels bad later on and brings you a scented candle as a peace offering. such a thoughtful little peach mhm.

eunho

100% takes the fall, just so he can protect your dignity

at first he looks around suspiciously at first… sniffs once…

his eyes lock on you. you're red and visibly glitching. he sees the shame in your soul.

he gasps a little—dramatic, hand-to-heart—and then quietly says to the elevator:

“ah… that was me. sorry everyone” nobody even questions him because he looks so sincere. he even bows a little. polite. serious.

you could fall to your knees from the emotional damage.

outside, he turns to you, grinning like he just saved a puppy from a burning building.

“you’re so cute when you're embarrassed.” “shut up.” “do it again. i wanna protect you some more.”

everything you do is cute to this man. 11/10, need this in my life </3

haming

i don't think i need to say this but he’d 100% cover for you. and he makes it look effortless.

the second the smell hits, the air shifts.

silence.

suspicion.

you freeze, staring straight ahead, praying to every higher power that no one notices.

but hamin turns his head just slightly. a tiny glance in your direction. enough to make your stomach drop.

then—he speaks.

“sorry. that was me.”

no panic. no extra explanation. just calm, even delivery—and somehow, everyone believes him.

he doesn’t look at you. doesn’t move. just stands there with his hands in his pockets like he didn’t just save your dignity from total destruction.

(though… his ears are a little pink.)

when the doors open, he waits for you to step out first. follows close behind. and once the doors slide shut behind you both, he leans in, voice low, smooth:

“that was bold of you.”

“shut up!!”

“what? it’s cute.”

and yeah—later that night, while you’re wrapped in his arms, half-asleep?

“should I start carrying air freshener for you?”

“hamin, I swear—”

him, smiling into your hair: “just in case.”

because he will tease you. but he does it like he’s in love with you. because he is. MHMM!!

EXTRA: Calligo