#yeonjun day

˳ֹ ﹒ ♬ ° yeonjun day ! ✪ ˳

GENDER-NEUTRAL | FLUFF (slight angst + swearing)

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Eat your ice cream

Everything that could have gone wrong seemed to on the most important day of his year. Yeonjun was sent home early from dance practice because he wasn’t “focused”. The dry cleaners switch out his suit with someone else’s and his reservation for the highest-class restaurant in Seoul scheduled him for the wrong day.

“Come on! No! I’m sorry! Don’t put me on hold again!! SHITT!!”, he groaned.

Honestly, your day hadn’t been going any better. Though your reasons didn’t seem as serious as his, you felt like a burden, taking too much space. Trying to make yourself as small as possible, you say in your comfy chair with your knees to your chest as he paced back and forth through your living room. Loosening his tie, with his phone pressed to his ear, he ran his hand through his hair repeatedly, licking at his lips on hold again for the third time. He’d been trying to find another restaurant and the longer he was on the phone, the more livid he became. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so mad. Looking at you once with his brows sewn tight, then twice, he forced himself to relax, realizing how his anger was affecting you. Pressing his lips together firmly, he finally gave up, ending the call and dropping his phone on the couch.

“I’m not mad at you, baby.”, he assured you, running both his hands through his hair once more as he willed himself to let it go.

"All I wanted was to make this perfect for you. Show you exactly how much I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, kitten...", he half smiled, sauntering to your side. Weeks worth of planning for this extravagant evening. It wasn’t every day you celebrated two years together. Though he knew you didn’t love it, it was how he showed his love. He truly had done his best to learn to show his love in other ways but sometimes an over-the-top gesture was exactly what was needed rather than a casual movie date at home, eating too much ramyeon.

"M' sorry, Daddy...", you whimpered, already close to tears. You didn’t want your Daddy to be mad anymore. Everyone knew how important it had been to him. Yeonjun wasn’t the best at keeping surprises a secret, it wasn’t hard to catch him thinking he was being sneaky. Even though it wasn’t, somehow you felt like the problem.

"Oh, baby... no. Why would you think any of this is your fault? C’mere.", he held his arms open for you but you only shrank further into yourself, tears drip-dropping from your face onto your knees. Luckily, two years was a long time. Long enough for Yeonjun to learn all of your fears and insecurities and exactly how to cure them.

“None of that.”, he ‘tsked’, leaning over to scoop you from the chair and into his arms. Whining, you squirmed, only being squeezed tighter.

“Well, I’ve caught you now. I’m definitely never letting you go.”, he giggled at your ‘hmph’ once you finally gave up, shimmying your head around to look up at him, blowing hair from your face.

“Better?”, he simpered, lips curling up, satisfied as he moves the hair from your face. Nodding, you let yourself be pampered.

“Not mad anymorwe?”, you asked, tilting your head as he released you to take off his suit jacket.

“No, baby. Not mad.”, he sighed, half-smiling as he draped the purple jacket over the couch, “Come on, kitten. Let’s go get changed into something more comfortable.”

Satisfied you followed him to switch into something a bit lighter, discarding your dressy clothes happy to let him pick out a new outfit for you, always.

“Wanna go get some ice cream instead, baby?? Daddy’s craving mint choco”, he grinned, playing with your hair and turning you toward the door now that you were both changed.

“But-“, you pouted.

“I know. No mint choco for you. Not even a little bite? Teensy? Tiny?? Like my little kitten??”, standing behind you, holding you against his chest, he waddled you to the door chuckling against your ear and pressing lots of kisses as he spoke.

“Only if Daddy wears a trash bag to work tomorrow!!”, you looked over your shoulder flashing a playful smile.

“Hey! You know Daddy would look damn good in a garbage bag but I’ll let you win this round, brat.”, he laughed, leaning to kiss you, watching in nearly slow motion as you evaded him.

“GASP! DID YOU JUST REFUSE A KISS FROM DADDY!?”, he looked utterly offended. But you giggled, sitting on your victory.

“Daddy said a swear two times today…”, you whispered, chewing your lip excitedly, reaching for the door handle, “Daddy has to do dishes for a week!!”

Turning the door handle you ran out the door before he could grab his keys. Those were the rules and you had him beat. Grumbling to himself, he couldn’t help but smile, watching you peek out from behind the corner down the hall from your apartment as he locked the door. Extravagant evening or not, there’s no way a night with you, the night of your second anniversary could be bad.

“Seatbelt!”, he announced, leaning over to buckle you up and check that it was secure, placing one last kiss on your nose before fastening his own and starting the car.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize that weren’t going toward your usual ice cream stop.

“Where we goin’, Daddy??”, you pipe up curiously, playing with your mini plushy he always left in the car for you to fidget with. Turning on the radio, he skipped through his playlist a bit until he got to your song, smiling to himself as he tapped his hands on the steering wheel.

“You’ll see, baby. Just hold tight.”

Before you know it you’re driving out of town, the scenic becoming more rural and you doze off a little until you hit the ocean. The blue sparkling prettily back at you as you lay your head on the window. When you finally stop, you’re at a small-town ice cream parlor. Curiously, you toddled along with him, trusting his plans.

After ordering your favorite ice cream, he giggled happily to himself seeing that his mint choco was on the menu. He knew it was a coin toss coming this far out for ice cream.

“Let’s go, little one.”, abandoning the car, he takes your hand and walks you down the beach with your ice cream, making use of the last few warm nights of the season. Leaning against the thick wooden fencing half down the sandy scape, he ruffled your hair messily with his spoon in his mouth.

“Daddy’s super cool, huh? I didn’t plan any of this.”, snickering, he waved his spoon at you before digging for another scoop with a superficial frown, “But I’m still pretty sad.”

“Why?!!”, you gasp, turning to him with pouty eyes. How could Daddy be sad??

“Cuz I still haven’t gotten a thank you kiss from my kitten.”, teasing, he poked his tongue out from behind his teeth at you. All that was achieved was a grumpy baby kitty, at least until he kissed your cheek with a giggle.

“Eat your ice cream, before I make you eat mine.”, he grinned.

“Ew-“, you started.

“Yes, I know. Mint chocoooo!.”, he wailed dramatically, laughing at your disgusted face.

“Eat your ice cream.”, he smiled, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he watched the sunset. Not such a bad way to spend an anniversary.

🧸End note: it’s not birthday themed but this is my post for Yeonjun day! If you like mint choco- no you don’t 🤭 yes I know this feels a little uninspired 😅 but I panicked and rushed a little. Happy Yeonjun Day!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you're my boy, and I'm yours for sure. 💞