competition — wen junhui | 1,473 words | fluff
"my ex was great at cuddling so you've made it your mission to prove you're better."
i accidentally began watching exclusive fairytale and jun is sooo. yeah.
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
your eyes open to the sound of jun's heartbeat under your chest. strong and steady, beating evenly. you listen to it for a minute or two before you push yourself up to get ready for the day.
jun, however, seems to have other plans. the moment you sit up, you're pulled right back down onto his chest, his nose finding its place in the crook of your neck. you let out a small yelp.
"why is your nose so damn cold," you ask, curling in on yourself. jun lets out a huff which is suddenly too warm and too close.
"junnie," you warn, hand coming to rest on his, which is on your waist, holding you in place. "you need to get ready to go for your shoot."
"i know."
"i need to get ready for work."
"i know."
"and i'm feeling warm."
"oh. sorry," he says, and you find yourself free of his grasp, but not for long. you've barely managed to separate yourself from the tangle of limbs before jun suddenly lays his whole body on top of you, legs definitely dangling over the edge of the bed. he has you caged in his arms and is looking intently at you.
"there," he says, a smile on his face that's a mixture of love and smugness. "better?"
you like this version of jun; the one where he's so soft in the morning and not as energetic as he usually is during the rest of the day, but loving all the same. it gives you a chance to catch up with him.
"are you planking on me right now?"
"maybe. i'm trying a new way to cuddle you."
you blink. "i'd appreciate it if you let me out first."
"i'll let you out if you appreciate me first."
you look into his eyes and smile. "you're sexy, you know that?"
jun loses his balance momentarily and it's enough for you to sneak your hand to his strong stomach and tickle him. he rolls aside with an indignant shout of laughter. you take your chance and run to the bathroom. both of you know you'd be trapped in bed forever if you let jun have his way, and one of you needs to have their wits about this morning.
by the time you're showered and out, ready for the day, so is your boyfriend, but he's pouting. he's looking at you like you stepped on his puppy or something.
"you're mean," he grumbles, arms folded. "stop laughing." but he's not able to keep it up for long when you run to him and smush your face in his chest, hands wrapped so tightly around him that you're sure he's going to complain about not being able to breathe.
he doesn't. instead, he just hugs you harder. now you're doubting your own strategy.
"good morning, baby," you say, voice muffled.
"nothing good about this morning," jun says, not letting you go.
"oh, come on," you say, turning your head to the side so you can at least hear his heart again while you're being held captive. "let me go."
"apologize to me first."
you laugh, and his grip on you loosens. you move to hold his pretty face in your hands. "good morning, junnie," you say, pressing his cheeks together and planting a quick kiss to his lips. "i'm sorry for tickling you, but i can't promise it won't happen again."
"how dare you," he says, taking your hands off his face and kissing you back. "how are you going to make it up to me?"
"let me make breakfast and i'm yours for some time, okay? you can plank on me all you want."
jun looks at you mischievously. you smack his arm. "not what i meant. you need to leave soon. now are you going to help me with breakfast, or do you just want to watch?"
jun volunteers to help, but it ends up with him clinging to you as you flip the pancakes and run the smoothie blender. you don't mind him being like this, because while you're not as outwardly affectionate as he is, it's your way of letting him know that you appreciate him being like this with you all the time.
but today seems...more than usual.
not in a bad way, but you don't remember the last time jun's held you this much. he makes you sit in his lap for breakfast, feeding you pieces off your plate and letting you do the same. he removes the syrup from your lips with his own.
you don't always spend your mornings together, given that he often leaves earlier than you, so it's nice to have him follow you around as you finish your daily tasks of watering the plants and folding yesterday's laundry. he even helps you with today's laundry, following your instructions about separating the white and coloured clothes and seeing which detergent needs to be used.
you lean down to press a kiss to his head. there's a questioning look on his face.
"nothing. just love you, junnie," you say, ruffling his hair. he clings to your leg for a minute and only moves when you remind him about the dishes on the table you need to clear before you leave. he sighs and makes a big show of letting you go, following you into the kitchen.
you take a look at him while he's cleaning the table. he's what you'd probably call...mopey.
you're putting the syrup back in the cabinet when he wraps his whole self around you from behind. you suddenly remember how tall he is, broad shoulders and all.
"junhui," you say, and he freezes up. with good reason — you rarely ever call him that. "what's wrong?"
"nothing."
"liar."
he sighs, his breath ruffling your hair. "are you going to miss me when i'm gone?"
"are you seriously asking me that?" you get no response. "oh, come on, jun, it's not like you're going on tour?"
"so that's a no?"
you swat his arm. "of course i'll miss you, silly."
"are you going to miss my hugs?"
you turn around in his grip and look at him. he doesn't have that playful air about him. he looks serious. sad, even. his expressive eyes look dull and you want to do anything you can to bring them back to their usual joyful state.
"what's wrong, baby?"
"it's just...this is the first morning we're both home, but i have to go."
you squeeze his arm, somewhat glad you've both had the same thought. "i know. but i'll try to come back early tonight so we can watch that show you wanted to, okay?" when jun says nothing, you prod further. "this isn't the first time we've had to spend the day apart, junnie. did something happen?"
he says nothing, but there's a faint blush on his cheeks. you wait for him to speak. "i heard you talking to wonwoo."
"about how easily he kicked your ass at that obstacle course?"
jun lets out a fake gasp and you can see him coming back to his normal self. "you're so mean!"
"did i lie?"
jun rolls his eyes. "you said..."
you nod, wanting him to continue.
jun lets go of you, leaning forward till you're trapped between him and the counter. "i heard you tell wonwoo your ex was the best at cuddles. the best you've ever had."
he's actually serious, but all you can think of is how good he looks in his sleeveless top. you let out a laugh and prop yourself up on the counter so you can be at eye level with your favourite person in the world.
"baby."
"what."
"wen junhui, love of my life, are you jealous?"
"no!" he says far too quickly for someone who's supposedly not. "just...why would you be talking about your ex with wonwoo?"
you pull his hands to yourself, making them rest on your thighs. you're really going to miss him today. his lips look so soft and inviting, and you have to force your gaze to his eyes instead. you could stare into his eyes for hours if he wasn't so embarrassed by you doing that.
"we were talking about you, baby. he asked me about how we met."
"...wonwoo asked you?"
you giggle. "yeah. i told him the only thing my ex was good at was cuddles. i'm sure he was sick of how much i talked about you, polite as he is."
"fine, then," jun replies, a small smile on his face. but you know he's still not convinced.
"you're leagues better, i promise."
"i'd better be."
"and i thought you were really going to miss me, but it was just a competition to see—" you don't get to finish your sentence with the way jun swallows your words with a kiss.
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$* Criminal Love
pairing: criminal!yeonjun x criminal!femreader
warnings: use of a gun, explicit vocabulary
summary: inspired in loser lover yeonjun by txt. A little short story about you and Yeonjun being a couple and robbing a bank.
a/n: sorry for not posting this days, i don’t have inspiration lately hahaha.
Robbing a bank wasn’t an idea that ever crossed your mind, that was until you left school and your mom kicked you out of the house. In this case money was a problem, you couldn’t afford new clothes, food, water, or even a shelter.
So, it all started with the idea of just robbing a supermarket, taking with you some bottles of water and ramen and hiding them under your oversized hoodie. You did that for a couple or times, until one day, the woman on the cash register saw you hiding a bottle of water under your shirt.
This was your first time getting caught by someone, and damm, you didn’t knew what to do. The woman was yelling at you, screaming that she would call the police if you didn’t return the water you were taking. But obviously, you didn’t want to put it back.
And then, that was the first time you saw him. Black hair, dark eyes, soft pink lips, white shirt and blue jeans. He took your hand quickly and got you out of the store, running with you crossing a couple of streets.
“Thank you very much” you said.
“No problem” he reply. “Was this your first time getting caught?” you nod. “Yeah I saw that.”
“What’s your name?” you asked him.
“I’m Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun, what about you?”
“Thank you, Yeonjun. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N” he smiled.
And that’s how it all started, neither you or him have were to go, so you just kept together…
Today was one of your big days, you and your boyfriend Yeonjun, had been planing this for a couple of months. Robbing food was not enough, you need money. And what a better place to rob money than a bank?
It was around 11 pm, you and Yeonjun were on a gray car that you rob from a car deposit like 2 weeks ago. Yeonjun drove to the nearest bank on the city and park the car a few meters away from the place.
Both of you got out of the car and walked a couple of meters to reach your finally destination. Lucky you, there were only around 2 people inside the bank. You weren’t scared at all, but the thought of someone calling the police and you ending on prison didn’t leave your mind.
Both of you got in the bank with a small gun on your hand, just to scare people you know.
“Everybody stay fucking still!” said Yeonjun. “If one of you move I will shoot you directly in the head, clear?”
You need to admit it, Yeonjun looked very hot threating people.
“Hi” you said pointing to the man that was in behind a table. “Would you be kind enough to put all the money you had over there here, please?”
You handed the man a black backpack so he could add all the money he could provide. Nervously adding and adding big quantities of money inside. When the backpack couldn’t take more, you gave the man a fake smile and got out of the bank with Yeonjun.
Both of you were jumping and laughing like crazy while running to your car. Someone must have called the police, because you could clearly hear the siren from miles ago.
“Turn off the light” you said getting into the car.
“Put your seat back”
Yeonjun turned off the car light and both of you put the seat back. The police car passed near you, lighting the inside of the car with blue and red lights.
Yeonjun and you looked at each other while laughing. Everything turned out very well, and now you had enough money to rent an apartment.
“Robbing with you is my favorite activity in this world” he said giving you a smile.
“Mine too” you answered.
“I love you very much, Y/N”
“I love you too, Junnie”
a/n: please give me ideas to write, pleaaaase.
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