Yeonjun laughs as he tightens his grip on your arms. You shake your head as you try to pull him off of you, but it's no use. Yeonjun has your frame pinned beneath his body on the couch.
"All you have to do is apologize." He says calmly, a smug smirk still prominent on his face as he looks down at you.
"Never!" You shout, still trying to break free. But it's no use since Yeonjun is much stronger than you and eventually you can't help but laugh at the situation you find yourself in.
Yeonjun does the same as he loosens his grip on your arms, instead laying down on top of you. You feel your cheeks heat up as he watches you with a soft smile on his face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips.
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pairing yeonjun x gn! reader. genre fluff. wc 335.
your eyes blinked open to see the sun was rising. it took a few minutes for you to realise you had woken up on christmas morning, before a sleepy smile spread across your features.
yeonjun was waking up beside you, mumbling about how the light coming through the curtains was too bright. you rolled over to his side, seeing the reindeer pattern on his pyjamas before you saw his peaceful expression. he wasn’t fully awake yet, and you wrapped yourself up in his arms to keep yourself warm. half of you wanted to rush out of bed and get the day started, the other half of you was desperate to stay in bed beside him.
‘good morning,’ he whispered beside your ear, a shiver running down your spine. ‘and merry christmas.’
you pulled away to look into his eyes, noting how his pupils widened with love for you. ‘merry christmas,’
‘did you sleep well?’ he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly closer. you couldn’t help but giggle at his question, it felt so out of place on a day like christmas.
‘yes, i did,’ you answered simply.
‘did you dream of me?’ yeonjun hoped you would say yes.
‘actually, i dreamt that i was feeding reindeer at the local park,’ you admitted. ‘it might’ve been because of those ridiculous pyjamas you’re wearing.’
‘you said they were cute,’ he pouted, you could feel it against your skin. ‘were you lying? you know liars get coal for christmas?’
‘i think santa would agree with me,’ you teased.
yeonjun rolled his eyes and let go of you, turning to face the door into your bedroom. laughing to yourself, you threw your arms and legs around him to smother him in your affection. he couldn’t pretend to stay mad at you for long, not when there was mistletoe hanging in the doorway that he was so excited to get stuck under with you, and a gift he was dying to give to you.
despite heading the student council together, you and yeonjun are the bane of each other’s existence. you cannot stand him, and he cannot stand you.
an: another timestamp that became a fic 😭; also, into my arms by coin !!
you couldn’t stand him.
the way his lithe figure ambled into the classroom with his hands in the pockets of his pressed grey trousers, the way the strands of his bright red hair fell across his face as he pulled back his chair and the way he gracefully tucked them behind his ear while he took his seat. the way he was let off the hook for the outrageously colored undercut and piercings just because he was the student body president, and the way you coveted the position he snatched from right under your nose.
even the way he unpacked his textbooks and placed them on the table was irritating.
“you’re doing it again,” beomgyu chuckled. you were kneeling on the top of your seat, hunched over with your hands gripping onto the backrest– almost as if it did anything to disguise you. tearing your eyes away from your natural enemy, you turned to your best friend and blinked.
“what are you talking about?”
he shook his head and laughed once more, although you didn’t quite understand what the joke was, and closed his sketchbook. “that embarrassing thing you do when the sight of yeonjun triggers your animalistic instincts, and it’s like you’re going to start barking.”
you frowned. you had no idea what on earth he was rambling on about. but you quickly caught wind of the little snickers and whispers going around the class before realising how laughable your behaviour must have seemed. it wasn’t that you hated yeonjun, it really wasn’t. and it was times like these that you were reminded of more reasons why he was probably more suitable for the job you so desperately wanted.
he was hot-headed and emotional, sure. but he was admirably hardworking and dedicated as well. he was easy to talk to, trustworthy and he emitted a light that attracted people and just naturally had them flocking toward him. you hated to admit it, but yeonjun was perfect for the job– and you couldn't stand him for it.
turning around with a huff, you slipped back into your seat and folded your arms across your chest. “hey, hey, it’s okay vice pres,” beomgyu cooed, reaching over to pat the top of your head. grinning at your pouty lips, he turned your face towards him and pushed up at the ridge of your eyebrows. “we all have our own talents, and you’re working just as hard as he is, okay? besides, you can bark all you want; it’s cute.”
you glanced over at yeonjun, who was chatting away with his deskmate, soobin. he had been laughing at something soobin said, when his eyes found you, the warmth within them vanished within seconds.
flipping around in panic, you shoved beomgyu off, mumbling under your breath, “i never said i’d bark, he’s just irritating.”
the class erupted in moans and groans as the sound of metal scraping across the floor tore through the atmosphere and at their eardrums. you rubbed around the entrance of your ear canal and shook your shoulders in attempt to silence the ringing it left behind.
“ms. kim, fifth period has already started and the vice president is engaging in idle chatter with choi beomgyu.”
your head snapped to the back of the class, to find yeonjun standing up from his seat with a hand obstinately in his right pocket, eyes fixed on the teacher in the front of the class. you scoffed, and soobin desperately attempted to get him to sit back down.
beomgyu rolled his eyes, and was on the verge of telling you to ignore him, but you had already shot up out of your seat. “if i may,” you started, folding your hands behind your back, “we were told this is a free period, and that we may do with the time as we please, as long as it doesn’t disturb the other students.”
removing her glasses, ms. kim sighed and rubbed her temples. your debates and jabs at one another at school were nothing new; it made the way the two of you perfectly regulated the school seem unbelievable. “yeonjun, (y/n). let’s just– ”
“and you believe your behaviour is not disturbing the class?”
“i mean, i’d say it was doing less than the obnoxious laughter shared between you and soobin.”
“how immature! all this to protect beomgyu? anyone care to recite what the school rules entail about dating amongst students?”
“sure! and let’s have a look at what they say about bright red hair while we’re at it!”
“that’s enough!” ms. kim shouted in more of defeated tone than anything else. when she instructed you and yeonjun to take your seats and study, you threw one another one last exasperated look. “and if i hear another word, you’ll both get detention. whether you’re on the student council, or not!”
when the siren wailed signalling the end of the day you packed your bag at a snail’s pace, waiting for yeonjun to leave before you did. there was a council meeting squeezed in before his basketball practice, so you had to be quick, and you didn’t want to have any unwanted run-ins before then.
the minute he had a foot out the door you jolted up, but beomgyu’s hand on your shoulder held you in place. “don’t worry about him. i’ll have a word with him after practice.”
“ah, right.” you nodded, urgently patting his hand before jogging off, not forgetting to wave over your shoulder when you rounded the corner.
as you crossed the hallway, you checked your wristwatch– five minutes. you had five minutes, and if you didn’t make it in time, you’d never hear the end of it.
you stopped just before the end of the hallway and breathed before you were abruptly pulled into the council room. your back was slammed against the door just as it clicked back into place, your backpack slipping to the ground with a thud.
with an arm blocking any exit from either side, his face hovering only inches before yours, yeonjun smirked the smug little smirk that drove you absolutely crazy.
“hey babe”
you smiled, ears burning at the mention of the petname you were yet to get used to. “hey.”
“you hate the hair that much, huh?” he chuckled, an arm snaking around your waist to pull you even closer.
your arms reached around his neck, “hmm. it’s growing on me, actually. it’s hot.”
his eyes flitted to your lips, before he moved to take them between his– but you turned away and he was met with your cheek instead.
“(y/n)” he whined, rubbing his forehead against yours, making you giggle. “baby we only have five minutes before they get here and i haven’t gotten any kisses today”
it truly was unfortunate that your first and, according to yeonjun, your last relationship in high school had to be kept a secret. but you were not about to admit that you were in love with the boy who you swore you’d rather strap yourself down infront of shyamalan's adaption of the last airbender than befriend; much to your boyfriend’s dismay.
you smirked, “but baby, what do the school rules say about dating amongst students?”
"i told you i'm sorry, y/n. i wish i could turn back time but you know as good as i do that i can't!" yeonjun desperately raises his voice at you without intending to.
"your sorry doesn't change anything!" you yell at him too. when yeonjun sees the look in your eyes the second you look away, his heart aches.
"i trusted you." looking at him again, a tear runs down your cheek. yeonjun swore he never wanted to make you cry, so now seeing you like this hurts even more. especially since he's the reason.
"and i loved you. i loved you so, so much." sobbing, yeonjun looks at you with the most heartbreaking look ever because he can't change anything about what he did.
"but you love her, am i right?" you nod, your heart breaking into pieces with every second. him not answering because both of you know you're right doesn't make you feel better either.
"tell me i'm wrong. just tell me that i'm wrong, please." begging him, yeonjun simply looks away since he can't bear to see you cry.
"i wanna hate you so bad yeonjun, you have no idea. but i can't and that's the worst thing about this!" without having control over your emotions, you raise your voice at him again.
"y/n stop!" he speaks up again, on the verge of tears as well.
"i know what i did and i know that what i did was the dumbest thing i could've ever done! you don't need to remind me." yeonjun scoffs.
"i'm just- there's nothing i can do now, other than say i'm sorry, which i truly am." without wanting to, his words just make you cry more and more.
"i never wanted to hurt you." he somehow tries to assure you. god, if he knows how much more these words hurt you. you know he never wanted to hurt you, at least not until he cheated.
"yeah, i know." nodding one last time, you two look at each other knowing this was the last time you talked.
choi yeonjun, the only person in the world who managed to make you feel like you actually matter. the one who you would trust with your life. the one who made life worth living again.
and lastly, yeonjun, the one broke your heart into millions of pieces, which you would never be able to gather and fix again.
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note: i actually have n o idea what this is?? i needed some heartbreaking angst ig do what you want with it lmao
You and I need more Yeonjun in our lives right? So maybe a Yeonjun drabble. Like boyfriend yeonjun fluff/smut. I don't mind the details, I'll leave that to your imagination 😉
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yeonjun/reader | smut | 18+ | timestamp
wordcount: 187
warnings: dirty talk, spanking, begging
notes: Yes we always need more Yeonjun in our lives😏
Yeonjun runs his hands down your spine, skimming over the material of your skirt before he flips it up. His cock twitching at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening. Yeonjun’s tongue sneaks out to wet the soft skin of his lips quickly. Hungrily. His hands find the flesh of your ass cheeks, squeezing it gently as he spreads them apart, revealing your leaking hole even more to his needy eyes. “Fuck, look at you. So fucking wet.” Yeonjun groans. He sharply spanks your right ass cheek before he dips it down lower to run the tips of his fingers along your folds. Teasing your clit, he takes out his cock from his underwear with his free hand pumping it, almost desperately. “Hm, would you like my cock? Want to feel it stretch out this needy cunt of yours hm?” He asks. Moving to bring the tip closer, pushing lightly at your entrance. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips back, so needy. Managing to push the tip in you whine as your hands rush to grip the sheets underneath you. “Please, Yeonjun, want your cock”
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Your apartment was pitch black when you finally stumbled inside. The events of your night out with coworkers still flashed around in your mind as you struggled to work your shoes off of your feet before dropping them on the floor with a hard thud. In a normal state of mind, you would have cringed at the sound contrasted with the stillness of the late hour. But you were still drunk, and all you cared about was getting yourself a bowl of cereal. Despite the dark of the night, you were able to instinctively rummage around your kitchen and plop all of the necessary items onto your counter. With the snack you had been craving for hours finally in reach, you let out a squeal of excitement and sat down on the tile flooring. The cool feeling seeped through your clothes and only added to the absolute amazing experience your drunk mind had been craving.
Suddenly, the overhead lights of your kitchen clicked on. You recoiled and hissed as if you had been physically injured; and spilled a substantial amount of cereal all over yourself as a result. Before you had time to whine over the quite literal spilt milk, the voice of your roommate was occupying all of your thoughts.
“It’s so late, why are you eating cereal on the floor?” Yeonjun was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he questioned you. When you opted to shove another spoonful of sugary delight into your mouth instead of answering, he shuffled closer to you. “Dammit, are you drunk?” He was sighing, but you couldn’t miss the chuckle he tried to hold back at the sight of you dressed up and munching on the floor. You simply stared up at him, feeling no urgency to get up as you opened your mouth to answer him and instead let out a burp that would have embarrassed you if you were sober. This time, Yeonjun couldn’t hold back the roar of laughter that bursted from his throat as he clasped his hands to his knees to avoid doubling over.
“Wha’s so funny?” you cocked an eyebrow of challenge at him as you made your way off the floor, haphazardly balancing the empty bowl in one hand and using the other to grip the edge of the counter for leverage. Yeonjun rushed forward to steady your arm as you placed the bowl in the sink and you basked in his warmth. The haze at the edge of your brain was still pleasant but the late hour was beginning to catch up to you as you leaned slightly into his strong frame.
“C’mon,” your roommate easily guided you to your bedroom and helped you into the connected bathroom where you changed into mismatched pajamas and splashed your face with cold water in place of your usual routine. When you returned to your room, you found a sleepy eyed Yeonjun sitting on the edge of the bed with the covers underneath him pulled down. Upon seeing you enter, he visibly perked back up. The slowly sobering section of your mind felt guilty for having woken him up earlier.
“Here, the bed’s all ready,” he stood as you basically dove head first into your familiar sheets and wiggled around until you were comfortable. Yeonjun smiled fondly at your burrowed form as he patted your head, “let me know if you need anything else, okay?” You frowned at the sight of him turning away from the bed so you reached out to snatch his wrist.
“You. I need you,” you watched his supple lips form into a frown but you kept going, “please just stay here with me tonight. The bed is big enough, and if I need anything I won’t have to walk all the way to your room.” Yeonjun seemed to mull the idea over for a few seconds before sighing.
“Y/N, I don’t know, wouldn’t that be a little…” he looked around the room as if he could find the answer on the walls, “Awkward?” You shook your head empathetically.
“Stay,” you patted the empty space next to you, “I need you more than you think.”
boyfriend!yeonjun’s smile still seemed just as bright, yet delicate, as it did when you first saw it; even after months of being together, did you feel like you were falling in love with him all over again.
from his smile, laugh, and child-like mischief to his hugs, late-night dances, and little moments of maturity, did choi yeonjun show all the parts of him that made you feel so at home.
pairing yeonjun x gn! reader. genre fluff. wc 309.
‘hey,’ you brought your finger up to gently poke at yeonjun’s cheek, causing his eyes to slowly open. he shook his head and closed his eyes again, turning over so that his back was facing you. ‘come on, i’ll make you some hot chocolate if you get up now.’
it was early, too early if it had been any other day. but it was december first, and you couldn’t wait another minute.
he showed no sign of waking up. you leaned over him, placing one hand on his shoulder before shaking him softly. your lips met his cheek once, and then another five times until he was mumbling about it being too cold to move.
sighing, you slipped out of bed and pulled open a drawer to find some fuzzy socks. he whined in protest, reaching for the empty spot beside him which you had previously occupied.
‘did you say something about hot chocolate?’ yeonjun sat up, one hand rubbing at his eyes and the other preventing him from falling back down. ‘y/n, it’s six in the morning.’
‘but it’s december!’ you grinned, climbing back onto the bed with an excited bounce. ‘it’s our first christmas living together, so get used to these early mornings.’
he couldn’t deal with your hyperactivity, simply watching as you went off on a rant about all the christmassy things you wanted to do with him. a lazy smile adorned his features as you kept going, until you cut yourself off and asked what he was staring at.
‘you’re cute when you get excited,’ the compliment made heat rise up to your ears with embarrassment. ‘but still, give me five more minutes.’
‘fine,’ you slipped out of bed again. ‘i guess i’ll have to dig into my secret stash of christmas cookies alone then!’
he was up in an instant, still disoriented with sleep.
