#txt x gender neutral reader

[bowlofsoob]

🎤 thank you, next

social media smau | choi soobin x gender neutral reader

synopsis › in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

genre › soulmate au, strangers to enemies to lovers, idol and college setting, crack and slight angst

warnings › swearing, alcohol consumption, ignore timestamps

status ongoing, no update schedule

taglist comment below to be added, asks will be ignored

playlist

NOW PLAYING!

featuring…

↳ yn and locals ⚘ soobin and friends

TRACK ONE: blow out the candles!

01. ticketmaster is evil

02. freaky friday dupe

03. pr team in shambles

04. awkward fancalls

05. go ahead and log out for me

06. his dick kinda big

07. pls don’t yell at me i will cry

08. tba

tba

TRACK TWO: are we 4lyfers ?!

09. pass or fail

10. am i dying alone /srs

11. mom i’m famous

12. breathe if you want me

13. hide and seek

14. left on delivered

TRACK THREE: this song is about you!

15. this one’s for you babe

16. crowd surfing

tba

ENCORE!

#txt smau #txt x reader #txt x gn reader #txt x gender neutral reader #choi soobin smau #soobin smau #soobin x gn reader #soobin x gender neutral reader #choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #choi soobin x you #soobin x you #soobin x yn #choi soobin x y/n #thank you next smau

[sunoooism]

› summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)

› fluff , comfort / wc: 691

› warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.

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choi yeonjun

→ cooks for you

you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."

"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.

"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."

your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"

you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.

"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.

choi soobin

→ takes you on a walk

you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.

"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.

"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."

"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.

choi beomgyu

→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes

"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"

he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.

as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.

"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"

it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.

"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.

kang taehyun

→ reads to you

you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.

he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.

"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.

"no. jus' wanted to look at you."

he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.

huening kai

→ doesn't let go of you

your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.

"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.

"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."

kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.

©sunoooism

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[taeiun]

just a little sick with love.

synopsis: it spills out too fast; hard to contain this blurted confession about you (in other words, txt when asked about you during an interview)

who: txt's choi line x gn!reader

categories: a little smth extra fluffy, interview style scenarios

warnings: might be ooc here? reader is referred to as "pretty" and "beautiful" a few times (not in a physical appearance context really), love and babe and jagiya are used as petnames, use of "yn" in the fic, mentions of food and drinks

word count: 0.9k

interviewer: ...but, while we’re on the topic of romance, i’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re currently in a relationship. now, i’m just dying to know, and i’m sure the viewers are too, about who you’ve been seeing so, what can you tell us about them?

✧ YEONJUN !

yeonjun: well to start, they’re the love of my life. [he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with a hum] they understand me in ways no one else would, not even the other members. i can be choi yeonjun with them, you know? not just an idol on stage, not just yeonjun of tomorrow x together. being with them… it’s like walking into a cold room after being out in the sun all day. 

interviewer: aw, that’s sweet! how did you get to meet them? 

yeonjun: i spilt my drink on them. [he smiles sheepishly] i was in a rush and wasn’t looking where i was going. we bumped into each other and i ruined their shirt. i offered to pay for a new one but the thing about yn is that they’re stubborn. they refused so i asked if could take them out lunch instead. things kind of went from there.

yeonjun: now, they send me tiktoks and reels that remind them of me when we’re away on tour. they surprise me with roses after a show win and always welcome me with a smile, no matter how tired they are. yn is the best thing that’s happened to me and i can’t see myself without them. 

interviewer: wow sounds like i might need to sweep them off their feet for myself! [the interviewer laughs]

yeonjun: [he lets out a tense chuckle that ends in a sigh] ah… yeah no, tough luck buddy. they’re mine and always will be.

✧ SOOBIN !

soobin: hmm [he takes a moment to choose his words carefully] where do i begin? [the interviewers laughs] yn is my other half. i don’t really know how else to explain it other than that. they’re effortlessly kind and the nicest person i’ve ever met. they never fail to cheer me up after a long day and are so understanding of my needs. sometimes i think they know me better than i know myself. [he laughs]

interviewer: when did you know they were the one?

soobin: i think i knew we were going to work out for sure when the group and i first went on tour. yn took care of odi for me and sent me video updates. they don’t like recording their voice so i asked them why they sent videos instead of pictures and messages. they replied, “because i know you can’t sleep soundly without hearing my voice, soobin.” i was already in love before then but i think that only grew after hearing those words. 

interviewer: if you had to pick between your partner and your career, which would you choose?

soobin: i think that’s an unrealistic question to ask. yn made it clear that they’d never make me pick between our relationship and my idol life. they said i deserved to be happy, to receive the good things in life. for the longest time, i thought i could only have one or the other, a relationship or a successful career, and it wasn’t until i met them that i realized those things could coexist. they’re my biggest supporter and i couldn’t be more grateful for that.

✧ BEOMGYU !

beomgyu: oh, y/nnie! [he visibly brightens] it’s crazy. even though we’ve been dating for a while now, sometimes i wake up and i’m like [beep]... i’m actually dating them. they’re so sweet to me. i’m starting to get cavities from just how kind they are. [he and the interviewer laugh]

interviewer: why them? what is it about your partner that caught your eye?

beomgyu: oh it had to have been their smile. they have the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen and their eyes crinkle in the corners when they do. their laugh is the most beautiful thing i’ve heard. i’d play it on loop twenty four seven if i could. their happiness is infectious. i’ll let you in on a little secret [he leans in, forearms resting on his thighs as he moves to fake whisper to the interviewer] sometimes, they’ll dance and sing around the kitchen when they think im not watching. [he laughs, leaning back in his seat] they probably have way more blackmail on me though. 

interviewer: would you say you’re happy?

beomgyu: i’m the happiest i’ve ever been. yn… they make everything i do worth it. i don’t know what i’d do without them. i wish they could see themselves through my own eyes because i think they’re the most stunning and beautiful, in every meaning of that word, person on the planet.

bonus:

interviewer: is there anything you’d like to say to your partner back home?

yeonjun: hey, babe! i hope you haven’t forgotten about our one year anniversary coming up. [he says in a teasing voice] you better be taking care of yourself properly while i’ve been gone. [he smiles warmly] i miss you. tour is almost done, love. i’ll be seeing you very soon. 

soobin: i hope you’re doing well, love. you better be asleep when this program is airing and i don’t want to see a single text message from you until it’s morning in your time zone. you can get more work done when you’re well-rested. [he smiles] just a little longer, dear. i’ll be home soon.

beomgyu: yn! i can’t wait to see you again, jagiya. there’s so much to tell you and i miss stealing the blanket from you when we sleep. [his expression drops to a serious, but playful one] i’m cashing in that cuddling coupon you gave me for my birthday last year when i get back and expect top tier service.

^ . _ . ^ !? hehe was inspired by a couple cute insta reels that came up on my for you. next txt post will be for ot5 hopefully as long as i have the time

© taeiun 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

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[wonie-not-wony]

confession.

pairing. roommate!beomgyu x gn!reader synopsis. Deciding to finish the essay you were working on yesterday, your roomate beomgyu suddenly runs into your arms? genre. angst, mostly fluff! warnings. kisses a/n. miss me? 😙 it's been 7 months 😺 ha ha ha ha (soobin ver.)

As you diligently worked on your essay in the living room, Beomgyu surprised you by suddenly shutting your laptop and wrapping his arms around you. Bewildered, you questioned if everything was okay, but he remained silent. Sensing his deliberate avoidance, you reassured him with comforting headpats.

Beomgyu nestled against you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His behavior was even stranger than usual, and though he didn't respond to your questions, you understood that he was intentionally ignoring them. Softly patting his head to provide reassurance, you felt both confused and deeply concerned for him.

With a quiet smile, Beomgyu leaned into the head pats. Though more lovingly than usual, he was beginning to revert to his previous state. He looked content and at ease.

"You can talk to me, gyu. I'm always here to listen."

Beomgyu leaned back and looked at you seriously. He hesitated before responding, and instead, he pulled you closer to him.

"Gyu, I still need to do my essay, you know."

Beomgyu frowned and appeared reluctant to let you continue working. With a sigh, he continued cuddling you and pleaded, "Please, don't work now. Just cuddle with me for a bit longer."

Sensing the way his face darkened, you decided to let him seek comfort in your embrace.

Beomgyu smiled and pulled you even closer, nuzzling his face into your neck as he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" you asked, as Beomgyu continued to hold you tightly. He appeared somewhat guilty as he sighed softly.

"It's nothing... I just missed you," he murmured softly, pulling you even closer. His level of affection was unprecedented, something he had never done before.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've never been this... vulnerable with me," you cautiously inquired.

Beomgyu sighed softly, that's when you noticed his red eyes and tired expression. Something must be wrong.

"You're the only one I can be vulnerable with, y/n," Beomgyu whispered tenderly, leaning in closer.

Your heart skipped a beat. What did he just say?

Beomgyu looked embarrassed, averting his gaze.

"I like you," he whispered, feeling somewhat guilty. You could feel his blush under your hands. He had never been this vulnerable with you before.

"Like, romantically," he clarified, realizing the significance of his confession.

You looked at him with shock for a moment; his words made your heart flutter.

"I like you too, gyu," you said softly.

Beomgyu's eyes widened, surprise evident on his face. His cheeks reddened, and he was momentarily speechless.

"Really...?" his voice regained its soft, sweet tone. He didn't know how to react, but he was undeniably happy. He stared at you for a moment before leaning in to give you a small, sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Why didn't we date sooner? I could've gotten kisses like this from you."

With a smile on his face and a comforting expression, Beomgyu rested his head on yours. He cuddled up against you and chuckled.

"I don't know, y/n," he whispered softly, still smiling. "I guess I was just so scared of ruining what we already have, and I really didn't want to lose you." His tone was gentle, and his voice exuded warmth.

"I'm glad I gave in... because now I have you all to myself." He placed another affectionate kiss on your cheek. "All yours, Choi Beomgyu" you laughed and gave him a quick peck on the nose in response.

Beomgyu smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into a loving and sweet hug. His lips brushed against your neck, sending a delightful tingle throughout your body. His touch was warm and gentle, making you feel secure and at ease. In a soft and romantic tone, he whispered once more.

"You're mine, y/n" He smiled gently, his voice full of sweetness and heart eyes just for you.

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[flowerui]

♫ three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj

fluff, 4.8k words ୨୧ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol

wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ꒱

It’s hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).

It must’ve been when you were still in kindergarten—right, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.

“Are you almost done?” Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.

“No, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just ‘cause you don’t give a shit about your education doesn't mean I don’t.”

“You almost flunked last year. And you’re only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,” Yeonjun deadpans, “how do you even score that bad?” Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.

“Whatever,” you grumble, it’s not your fault you can’t be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. “I feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?”

Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. “I ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.”

“What the hell—and you didn’t invite me?” you whine, “That’s cold, you better let me try it first.”

It’s hours later into the evening when you’re watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately… thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, “You remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjun’s TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.

“He doesn’t usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldn’t get him to shut up,” Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. “He was complaining though, ‘cause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldn’t get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.”

You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjun’s face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. “Oh.”

It doesn’t surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if you’d put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they ‘like-liked’ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.

You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjun’s nice when he’s not being a little shit… and he’s not horrible to look at, one might even say he’s good-looking.

“Are you into them?” The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but you’re not even sure why you asked, you don’t think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.

“...No, I mean, they’re pretty, but,” Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. “they seem kinda… much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldn’t talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.”

“Hm, yeah.” You hum, a weird feeling of… relief washing over you. Yeonjun’s mom comes in to ask if you’re staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.

Later that night, when you’re stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasn’t going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. It’d suck to lose your best friend that way.

“Please do not throw up, because if you throw up, then I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m not gonna throw up,” Yeonjun insists, but it doesn’t sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe you’ve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. “I… am perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“Uhuh.”

“Don’t ‘uhuh’ me,” Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you can’t take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. “Oh, I—I think I’m gonna hurl.” He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.

That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friend’s hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.

“Why’d you drink so much, you know you’re a lightweight.” You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.

“Am not,” he protests petulantly. “I was just—I just felt like it ‘cause I thought it’d make me feel better ‘nd I could stop thinking about other shit.”

“Did something happen?”

“...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.”

“Why? I thought it was going well?” ‘Well’ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjun’s partners, you didn’t hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didn’t hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjun’s relationships—his fleeting interest, you haven’t figured out if you should say anything about it.

“It was just, um. ‘M not over someone…. I didn’t feel right staying in a relationship knowing I’m still not over someone else.”

Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little off—you hope you aren’t going to throw up next… “You haven’t told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Don’t quote me on that, though.”

Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, “I’ll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.”

Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.

You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child. 

And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjun’s bed for the night… but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.

He never ended up telling you about this mystery person he’s not over.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” You sigh.

“But why? I thought things between us were going great, I—”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see this relationship progressing any further.”

“But, I—I told my mom about you! You can’t leave me, I love you!”

“Ugh, you asshole,” you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, “You’re supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!”

Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, “I mean he could react like that, couldn’t he?” Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shoulders—not shaking you this time. “Okay, seriously, it’s going to be fine, you’ll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.”

“You’re right… ugh, I’m gonna be late.”

“You’re the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.”

Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, “Okay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, I’ll be waiting here with takeout and beer.”

“You are a grown-ass man.” You deadpan before you’re finally off.

It’s been a good few months since you started seeing this new guy—his name’s Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, you’ve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships… You just can’t seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when it’s going well you ultimately lose interest.

Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but it’d be even worse to just lead him on, right? That’s what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice café that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. You’ll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of ‘Arcadia’ ever again.

“Hey, there you are,” Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.” A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than ‘I was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friend’.

“No worries.”

“Um,” it’s better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, “so, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound too good,” Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you don’t laugh, “What’s up?”

With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, “I don’t think this is going to work out, I just don’t see us—this relationship going any further. I’m sorry and I hope you can understand.” Okay, that wasn’t too scary, if you’re ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.

Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, “I guess I should’ve seen it coming, I mean, I’ve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.”

“Uh… you what?”

“You don’t have to play dumb about it, it’s obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.” Mark sighs, “I think I’m gonna… go, sorry.” He says, then leaves you to spiral.

‘Obvious the both of you are in love’? You and Yeonjun? That’s ridiculous, right?

Leaving what was once your favorite café in a daze, you’re suddenly glad that you’d decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.

“Hey,” Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, “how’d it go?”

“It went fine,” you say with a smile that doesn’t quite make its way to your eyes, “he took it as well as he could have.” It’s weird, that you don’t just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.

Seemingly taking the hint that that’s going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, “Go change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.”

“What the hell! I didn’t think I was gone for that long!” You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.

Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. “I lied, there’s still like half an hour.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.

“I’m starting to think I’m gonna end up alone,” with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, “why’re we both so bad at relationships?”

“Rude,” Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you weren’t so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you might’ve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.

“You’re rude,” you stick your tongue out at him childishly. “Y’know I didn’t mean it like that, though, right?”

“I know.”

“Mm. Maybe…” You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjun’s face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so… “If we’re not… If we’re still single by the time we’re thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.”

Yeonjun laughs, “Okay, I think it’s bedtime, don’t you have work in the morning?”

If you hadn’t fallen asleep right then, you might’ve clapped back with a witty response, or you might’ve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.

“No, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,” you pause, then sigh, “Yes, I know I’m not getting any younger. And, no, I’m not gonna—wait, what?”

“You heard me, I asked when you’re going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, he’d be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!”

Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. “What… are you talking about?” You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.

“Oh, c’mon. You’ve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time together…You may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.”

You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, “Hey—random question—how early do you think is too early to get engaged? Lia’s only been with her partner for like three months, and they’re already engaged! You’ve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?”

“Uh? My… boyfriend?”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend, his name’s Yeonjun, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my… He’s just my best friend.” You’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesn’t make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossiping—all mostly harmless.

You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.

“It’s weird, lately, I’ve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are together…? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?”

“Oh, you poor sweet summer child…”

“Have you still seriously not realized?” Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. What’s up with everyone lately? You’re starting to feel like you’re the only one missing something.

“Realized what?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless.” Taehyun laments, looking as if he’s about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.

Ideally, you’d like to think you’re not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you can’t help but consider: that you’ve never properly thought of Yeonjun that way—in a romantic sense. He’s always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you can’t seem to be rid of (not that that’s an issue). He’s your everything, really.

When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehow—but it occurs to you that as someone who’s never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.

Oh.

How dense can one be to fail to realize they’ve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, it’s seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldn’t realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wasted…

“Are you feeling okay?” Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.

You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didn’t know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you might’ve missed it. “...Sorry, I dunno—I’ve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.”

“You haven’t been overworking yourself again, have you?”

“No…”

Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesn’t quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you don’t jump away like frightened prey when he touches you—wraps around your side. “Let’s watch something tonight? I’ve been hearing about this new Kdrama called ‘My Demon’.”

“That sounds straight out of Wattpad… I’ll order the food.”

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at… way too early in the morning. But all’s forgiven with the realization he comes bearing gifts—food. “What’s that, thirty-four punches I’m gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, you’re old,” he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.

“Shut up, you’re older than me.” You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.

“And if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.”

Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you haven’t quite minded it. They’re spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.

Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. You’d had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when he’d announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. ‘It’s only a six-hour drive’, he’d said, because he’s insane.

You suppose you had a little more to your original plan… you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess that’s why he took so long to grab something to drink from the ‘cooler’, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? “Better appreciate this wine, it was pricey.”

“I distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,” you sigh, but you’re staring down the bottle, “and you already arranged this impromptu trip.”

“Well, I wanted to, it’s not every day you turn thirty-four.” Yeonjun doesn’t add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he can’t meet your eyes properly.

Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You don’t know much about wine—you’re not that old yet—just that it usually tastes good. “Is it good? I don’t think I’ve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?”

“You haven’t, I think you’ll like it. It would’ve gone well with dinner.”

You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.

A couple of glasses later, you blurt, “Thanks. For this—the trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.” It’s not quite what you’d meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.

“I can tell, that’s like your third glass.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourself—if being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, it’s that everything’s worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you don’t take… or whatever the saying is. “Do you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if we’re still single by thirty-four?”

After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, “Yes?”

“I’m surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after… Are you saying we should get married, then?” Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isn’t exactly humorous, “I think that might be enough wine for you.”

“I’ve only had two glasses.”

“Two-and-a-half,” you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. “I’m not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, but—fuck, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point you’re trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. You’d appreciate it if you weren’t about to implode.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if he’ll still be amused once you manage to get the words—your confession out, or if you’ll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. “Fuck, this is kinda difficult.”

“Okay, um,” maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though you’ve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, “So, it’s taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that I’ve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, I—”

“I’m in love with you,” you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. “So, um, you could say something… right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same and—”

“Breathe,” Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. “I was just—you’re being serious? You aren’t just drunk, and you aren’t fucking with me?”

“Two-and-a-half glasses, I’m tipsy at worst,” you reiterate, “and I’m not fucking with you either.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.

“Oh? C’mon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I’m nervous as shit right now.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. “We really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.”

“You… oh.”

“C’mon man, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I just told you your love is reciprocated,” Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, “I’m nervous as shit, too.”

So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, “Can I kiss you?” Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, it’s to not waste any more time.

“Uh… yes.” Yeonjun’s widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.

And, so, you close the distance to kiss him. 

Maybe it’s not magical, maybe you don’t feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like it’s meant to be as you cup Yeonjun’s cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.

(“Have you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?” You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.

“Ew, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.”

“...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?”

Yeonjun snorts, “A worm?” then he hums in thought, “I would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. I’d find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.”

“Good answer,” you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips when you part.)

Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love you’s, and the other ‘unnecessary PDA’, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, he’s happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin baked—Kai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.

Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, ‘I’m going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!’ she’d cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way… You didn’t even say anything about marriage, either!

“Hm?” You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.

“I love you.”

“...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.”

“I didn’t do anything bad, I just love you.”

“Mm, you loser. I love you more.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, “‘Cause I think I love you more? So much that I’m asking if you’d do me the honor of marrying me.” He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.

After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that you’re not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, “You—

“You dick, why would you propose to me while I’m half-asleep?!”

“Well, if you said no, I could’ve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me… I’ll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have one—”

Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, “You’re such an idiot, I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you, there’s no question about it.”

You can’t recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high school…

Maybe you can’t pinpoint the exact moment, maybe you’ve just always loved Yeonjun. It’d be hard not to love him; he’s as beautiful as a white rose—inside and out—one that you’d pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe that’s selfish, but you think that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words can’t do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.

“I know. I love you,” he says, because he knows you best.

Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.

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[yawnzbf]

⚝ what can a bartender do?

Drunk Choi Yeonjun finds himself attracted to a specific bartender, what happens when they give in though? tw- drinking, making out, bartender!reader, kinda red flag yj(?), first time writing in 2nd person (you prns used)

It was a coincidence when you and yeonjun first met at the bar, you had just joined in as a bartender- the very first day on this job, Choi yeonjun- their loaded and a regular customer came in.

“Oh? what’s a new face doing here?” he asks taking a seat in front of you, eyes darting inspecting every inch of your body.

“Sir, yeonjun! Glad to see you here, this is our new employee- yn ln; don’t worry too much about it, I’ll send in your regular bartender!” your manager standing along with other employees spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. Seems like this yeonjun was a big deal.

Yeonjun's eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly uninterested in the replacement. The silence stretched as he pondered for a second too long, making you feel smaller under his scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he let out a sigh before replying.

“no need, let’s see what pretty face here can do tonight” he said, a mischievous smirk latching onto his face  

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached him with a professional smile. "What can I get you, Mr. Yeonjun?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you.

Yeonjun leaned back against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "Surprise me," he replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Undeterred, you concocted a cocktail, carefully selecting ingredients that ypu thought would match his usual preferences. Placing the drink in front of him, you awaited his verdict.

He eyed the drink for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. A subtle smile curved his lips, and he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Y/N. Maybe you're not just a pretty face after all," he remarked, a playful edge in his voice.

//

As the night wore on, Yeonjun found himself on the tipsier side of intoxication. His usual charismatic charm had given way to a more carefree demeanor, and it was evident that he had reached his limit. Concerned for his well-being, you decided it to guide him to a more private and comfortable space.

"Yeonjun-ssi, I think it's best if you take a break in one of our private rooms. It'll be quieter, and you can relax there," you suggested, offering him a steadying hand.

With a lopsided grin, Yeonjun agreed, allowing you to lead him to one of the bar's secluded rooms. The door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the lively bar. The room was dimly lit, with a soft ambiance that contrasted with the bustling energy outside.

"Wait here for a moment, Yeonjun-ssi. I'll make sure you have everything you need," you said, moving around the room to diming the lighting and make it cozier. There was a small couch against one wall, adorned with plush cushions, providing a comfortable spot for Yeonjun.

As you turned to check on him, you found Yeonjun lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the occasion, yn? Bringing me to a private room... feels a bit intimate, don't you think?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

You chuckled, trying to maintain professionalism, "Just making sure you're comfortable, Yeonjun-ssi. Is there anything specific you need?"

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on you, his expression shifting to a more sincere one. "Just your company would be perfect, yn."

As you moved about the room, adjusting the ambiance, Yeonjun decided to stretch out, his gaze following your every move. Just as you were about to turn away, the unexpected weight of Yeonjun's intoxicated state took you by surprise. Unprepared for the sudden burden, you stumbled backward, arms flailing.

With a quick reflex, Yeonjun smoothly caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders. The room seemed to spin for a moment as you found yourself pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's strong presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his touch on your skin.

"Careful there, yn," he chuckled, the playful glint returning to his eyes. However, something shifted between you two in that fleeting moment – something unspoken lingered in the air.

As you regained your balance, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness that had unexpectedly blossomed. Yeonjun, with a smirk, let his hands linger on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The air crackled with a subtle energy as his gaze bore into yours.

In that charged moment, Yeonjun's expression changed, and his playful demeanor gave way to something more intense. Almost instinctively, he brought both hands to the wall on either side of your face, effectively trapping you.

The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and as you looked up at him, something flickered between you two. The dim light cast a shadow over his features, accentuating the mystery in his eyes. Yeonjun, almost imperceptibly, leaned in, the distance between your lips narrowing.

However, you halted him with a hand placed gently on his chest, eyes averted. The playful atmosphere shifted to one of unspoken tension. "Yeonjun-ssi," you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice contrasting with the charged air. The moment hung suspended a delicate distance between desire and restraint.

//

Yet here you were, lost in the warmth of his kisses, the very person you had resisted just a few weeks ago. How did you find yourself entangled in his embrace? The questions lingered, but in the heat of the moment, you dared not challenge the allure that Choi Yeonjun had cast upon you.

With every harsh pull of his lips against yours, the firm yet tender pull of your waist into his embrace, and the low, appreciative groans that escaped him with every tug on his hair, you let him get you more and more. None of it made sense and perhaps, you didn’t want it to make sense either.

Maybe just for this night, you’d let yourself have him.

“please..” he pleaded, as you moved along his jaw, littering kisses all over him, devouring him whole.

You continued to trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of the forbidden moment. The air crackled with tension, desire woven into the fabric of the dimly lit room. His half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips begged for more.

"What are you pleading for, Yeonjun?" you asked, pulling back for a moment to lock eyes with him. His gaze, intense and filled with a mixture of emotions, met yours with a raw honesty that struck a chord within you.

His response came as a breathy exhale, a plea wrapped in the simplicity of his request. "Mm, dunno. Please, just continue."

And that you did.

a/n: ahhh i love him sm!! i just want to gobble him up entirely

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[lluringli]

like clockwork.

PREMISE. when the saying goes, “‘tis the season to be jolly,” it really didn’t apply to you in one bit. perhaps it should be more of, “‘tis the season to be jealous!” PAIRING. choi yeonjun x gender-neutral!reader CONTENT. fluff, suggestive content — (mentions of) kissing. WORD COUNT. 1,725 words.

note. merry christmas, everybody! ♡ this was supposed to be just a blurb, but i got carried away, and now i have this written as my comeback from my short hiatus! i might write more for the other txt members, but it really depends if i manage to finish writing them early.

“What’s got my favorite present acting so pouty?” Yeonjun’s voice playfully chimed in from across the room.

The room embraced a warm, twinkling cocoon of holiday lights, the air infused with the irresistible scent of festive joy—well, except for the miniature storm cloud of pouting that seemed to have made a temporary home around you. And, perhaps, your dog caught a whiff of the atmosphere, contributing with adorable small barks that were seemingly aimed in your direction. You couldn’t help but wonder if your dearest, sweetest boyfriend was cradling the pup in his arms.

But there you were, left in the frosty outskirts of the festive glow, a slight pang of jealousy tugging at your heartstrings. You envisioned your boyfriend, wrapped in the soft embrace of holiday warmth and sharing whispered secrets with your furry friend while you were relegated to the sidelines.

It felt like an unintentional exclusion from the coziest club in the world—a club that consisted of your boyfriend, your dog, and, well, not you. Unfair was an understatement.

The twinkle of the lights seemed to highlight the disparity, casting shadows that danced in tandem with the flickers of jealousy. You sighed, a mixture of amusement and longing, as the room continued to be a haven for holiday cheer that you couldn’t quite fully embrace.

“Baby, you’re going to get cold. Come over here and let me warm you up with a kiss,” Yeonjun cooed, closing the distance between him and your unmoving form on the shared bed. Your dog chimed in with an enthusiastic bark as if wholeheartedly endorsing Yeonjun’s proposal.

When the saying goes, “‘Tis the season to be jolly,” perhaps it really didn’t apply to you. And maybe Yeonjun as well—but hey, it was more directed to you. With your back faced against him as you lay still on your side of the king-sized bed (honestly, he wouldn’t mind you taking the whole bed with your sulking, but you vowed to be as dramatic as possible, deciding quite literally to be a stone on your small side) if it was even considered to be your side of the bed considering how you’re at the deathly edge, your hands clinging on the bedding for dear life, like it’s a raft in a sea of grumpiness.

But your pride goes up and beyond, Yeonjun included. Maybe. But right now, he’s at the very least on the list of your concerns.

So, while you kept showing the world and Yeonjun that you were impervious to the emotional frost, the truth sparkled beneath the surface like freshly fallen snow catching the moonlight. Well, you did care. You wore it like a cozy sweater, shielding yourself from the chill of admitting that, well, maybe you did care. A lot. The jack was out of the box, and it turns out it wasn’t a mischievous jester but a big, fluffy heart that spilled out.

“Baby?” Yeonjun called out, his voice now softened, a realization dawning upon him that the straightforward approach might not be enough to turn your attention. There was a gentle plea in his tone, an attempt to bridge the emotional gap that seemed to have taken root.

To subject your beloved boyfriend to the lonely confines of your hushed bedroom, his adorable pout likely evolving into an even more pronounced expression of cute disappointment as he spots you cozily tucked away in a corner, not even gracing him with a glimpse of your face? Well, that’s a mischievous act in his eyes, a misdemeanor you’re wholeheartedly ready to commit if it means wrapping him in a cozy blanket of guilt.

"C’mere and give me a kiss," he repeated, the words a warm invitation that promised to banish any hint of chilliness. The shared bed transformed into a haven of affection, with your dog serving as the fluffy cheerleader in the background, affirming that, yes, a kiss was undoubtedly the solution to all things cold and frosty.

Oh, the lengths you’re willing to go to ensure he’s bathed in a sea of regretful fluffiness. It’s a temporary tactic, sure, but for now, the silent corner treatment is your chosen strategy. Yeah, that should work. Well, for now, at least.

Entertaining your own mischievous musings is all well and good, but reality has a way of outshining even the most whimsical daydreams. Yeonjun, much to your surprise and dismay, wasn’t exactly sulking and pouting as your vivid imagination painted him. Instead, there he was, with the audacity to sport a soft smile, his eyes gleaming with an affectionate sparkle that defied the fact that you were, quite literally, giving him the cold shoulder.

Your gaze remained fixated elsewhere, more so on the blank wall in front of you, the realm of your focus stubbornly diverted, giving him no indication that you were ready to relent. The air around you crackled with a silent standoff, an unspoken tension that painted the atmosphere in shades of anticipation.

Usually, Yeonjun despises those moments when you're mad at him. It’s like a merry-go-round of internal chaos for him, his head spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts, and more often than not, he ends up pouting more than a toddler denied their favorite toy. But today is different from that—a lot more different than the normal occurrence, in fact, because as much as Yeonjun can and will annoy you (he’s done it before, so there’s no saying he’s not afraid to do it again), it’s the holiday season.

Yeonjun swallows the lump in his throat. Deep down, secretly, ever so slightly, he’s annoyed at the fact that he’s the only one channeling the jolly vibes of the festivity. So, in the spirit of the season (and because, well, he loves you), Yeonjun decides to be the miracle of patience and understanding.

“Come on,” he coos, the warmth in his voice akin to a soft embrace. Yeonjun, determined to crack the code to your mysterious mood, tries a different method, “What’s in my pretty baby’s head that they don’t want to tell me, hm?”

It’s a feeble attempt, a gentle nudge to unravel the truth from the cocoon you've spun around yourself. But hey, an attempt is an attempt, and Yeonjun is on a mission.

“Why don’t you go spend some time with your pretty baby,” you spat out, though it came half-muffled with the way you buried your face not just in a pillow but in Yeonjun’s pillow. And, of course, he just smiles at this because, spitefulness aside, you’re honestly just adorable. Yeonjun, in all his charm and playfulness, is doing his best not to combust into a pile of lovesick goo.

Keyword: trying. Truth be told, he’s confused. But then, in a moment, you turn around, and Yeonjun sees it—the furrowed brows, the daggers in your glare. Speaking of glares, he notices exactly to whom you’re looking, or rather, to what you’re looking at.

“Care to say that again, doll?”

If there’s anything in this world, it’s the dog your eyes have undoubtedly landed on. The air is suddenly charged with unspoken tension, and Yeonjun, with a flicker of realization, feels the weight of your gaze directed at the fluffy animal.

Consider him a saint, indeed, for at least trying his hardest to act civil about it. The moment you tore your eyes away from the innocent dog, who was just merely barking your way (and most definitely not being spoiled by your dearest boyfriend), you locked eyes with Yeonjun. Now, consider that your worst mistake.

“I said, why don’t you go–” you retaliate, the words poised on the tip of your tongue, but they come to a screeching halt. In the middle of your sentence, you see him.

He and his stupidly soft hair, with bangs that seemed to frame his face in a way that was almost too perfect. And those soft, pouty lips—you definitely did not miss the feeling of them on your own set of lips. Then there were his eyes. Stupidly attractive eyes that were now fixated on your figure, and if you focused hard enough, you could have sworn you saw them quickly glance at your lips. The mere thought takes your breath away, and like clockwork, you suddenly forget why you’re even jealous in the first place.

At this moment, everything else fades into the background, leaving only the image of Yeonjun in your mind, and you find yourself caught in the magnetic pull of his presence.

“So that’s what's been taking up my pretty baby's mind all day long?” Yeonjun’s voice breaks the silence, a teasing glint evident in his voice, and there’s nothing more you want than to punch him and wipe the look on his face. Lightheartedly, of course, you don’t actually want to hurt your boyfriend. Well, perhaps just a little bit. There’s a playful glint in his eyes as if he’s deciphered the unspoken thoughts swirling in your head. “Am I not showering you with enough of my attention, hm? Is that it?”

But you know better than that. You don’t respond because Yeonjun has you right where he wants you to, and he wasn’t asking a question in the first place. He and his absurdly attractive voice, him and his ridiculously flustering gaze that lingers on your face for far too long, him and his overwhelmingly captivating presence–

Yeonjun’s words hang in the air like the sweetest fragrance. Like that, he’s suddenly above you, his arms on each side of your head, which basically rendered you with no escape. But if there’s anything sweeter than that, it’s Yeonjun’s lips on yours that sent a delightful shiver down your spine, like an unexpected rush of warmth spreading through every fiber of your being. The gentle pressure of his kiss held a magnetic quality, leaving you momentarily breathless and pleasantly disoriented.

It was a wordless exchange, yet it conveyed a myriad of emotions. And when Yeonjun saw you kiss back almost immediately, a playful smirk curved his lips.

“You should’ve just told me you wanted my attention so badly, baby,” Yeonjun whispers in your ear, his voice a velvety caress that sends a delightful shiver down your spine, and the dog nowhere in your sight.

But then it barks, and you realize he dropped it on the floor.

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[woncon]

Flufftober Day 15

"Oh no, you're a Morning Person!"

🍁 yeonjun x gn!reader

🍁 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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Some might call you a voyeur at this point. But it's early in the morning, your boyfriend is bathed in sunlight, breathing sweetly, so you don't feel like one, just a very proud, contented lover.

You plan to wake Yeonjun. He's very sweet as he snores with slightly parted lips, but you're hungry and this is the first time you've slept over. You want to eat with him.

You kiss him on the cheek, then you try to wake him up.

"Oh no, you're a morning person!" he whines.

Then he fidgets a little in his sleep, his shirt slides up revealing the skin of his stomach, the sharp muscles he hides in embarrassment and shame, and every time you mention how much you love his tummy, he smiles awkwardly at this, because he doesn't think his body is as divine as you describe.

But you find him irresistible. Even now, as you gaze at the protruding slice of his masterful body, you are overcome with an invincible desire to touch it. Perhaps this will even help you to awaken the dreamy soul. You crawl out from under the covers and gently lean down to Yeonjun's belly, but instead of stroking the mesmerizing area, you press a soft kiss to the warm, sweet, taut skin.

Yeonjun hums unconsciously. A few kisses later you lean your forehead against his tummy, inhale his scent, and next thing you know your partner is slowly sitting up.

"What are you doing?"

"Smooching and loving you." You smile lovingly at your languid lover and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Will you have breakfast with me?"

"Of course. Now that you've woken me up," with a silent sigh, he stretches out "would you give me a proper kiss?

You kiss his skin by his navel.

"No, on the mouth!" he pouts.

You giggle and lean up for his plush lips. "Hi!"

"Hi. What would you like for breakfast, pretty?"

"Perhaps a sandwich."

"I can make you one. C'mon." He holds your hand to get you into the kitchen.

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[mlm-writer]

The Mountain God (Choi Soobin x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature Words: 1998 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 31 - Folklore Note: Inspired by this song (open after reading if you don't want any spoilers). Reader is an adult and is mentioned to have dating experience. Check out this cover of the song btw. Tags: horror(?), maybe more of a thriller?, some action, first meeting, kissing and dancing under the moonlight<3, fluff and mentioned character death

The dry leaves crunched under your foot as you found your way into another clearing. Cold air hurt your throat as you struggled breathing from your hike. Once again your tent and your friends were nowhere to be found. “It was somewhere around here…” You mumbled to yourself. You moved your torch around, the bright white light only showing you more and more trees. “Taehyun-ah! Yeojun-ah!” You called out for your friends. No one answered your call under the tall trees and light of the full moon. A puff of air visualised itself in front of your mouth. You trudged on to the closest path. It was supposed to be just a quick piss, so you didn’t bring your phone. Kakao maps would’ve been great by now. 

In the distance your light reflected off white strips of fabric hanging from the low-hanging tree branches. You squinted your eyes, double-checking their presence. Then, a large blob of white seemed to move under one of the trees. You cautiously slowed your pace, narrowing your eyes in the dark in the hope of acquiring a clearer vision. When you discerned a vaguely human shape, you felt relieved. Surely the other guy would have a phone. Who nowadays did not have one? 

You quickened your pace. “Excuse me? I’m lost, can you help me?” The figure, which sat on his knees by a large tree, turned towards you as you approached. His handsome and innocent face greeted you with a big smile. White teeth that matched the strips of fabric around him welcomed you on this cold night. Though the smile was such a stark white, it warmed your chest. 

His beauty was so unexpected, you slowed to a still. “Lost? This late? You are really fearless,” he commented. He let out a chuckle and grabbed a wooden cup from next to him. “Come have a drink, how long have you been lost for?” You frowned at his odd behaviour, but you slowly walked closer nonetheless, your grip on your torch tight. If he turned out to be a creep, you could whack him across the head with it. At least that was the plan you had cooked up in those few seconds you had to come up with one. 

When you stood next to him, you saw the cup held some liquid with leaves floating on top. They did not seem like tea leaves to you, but rather like the leaves that scattered the ground as well. There was no steam coming from the liquid either. “No thanks, I’ve only been walking around for a few minutes. Can I use your phone to send my location to my friends?” You looked him over. His white clothes looked like that of a buddhist. The red beads around his wrist confirmed it. The clothes were a little dirty, indicating he had been a while in the mountains as well. 

The man kept that same sun-blessed smile on his face as he put the cup down. “My phone? Sorry, I left it at the temple, since I just came out to pray.” He gestured to the stone statues that sat by the large tree. He had indeed been kneeling right in front of them. 

“Oh sorry, I interrupted your prayer,” you quickly apologised with a polite bow. You took a step back and gestured for him to continue. You didn’t know there was a temple on this mountain that was still in use. Most of them were historic sites that were just used to attract tourists. Mostly artists came to them nowadays to draw and paint the well-preserved temples of the mountain god. 

The man shook his hand and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. A traveller in need is more important. Not helping you would be more against my beliefs.” Now he was standing, you realised he was really tall. His lips were stretched in a smaller, but no less kind smile. “I’m Choi Soobin. If you come to the temple, I can lend you my phone.” You bowed to him and gave him your name. He repeated it with his gentle voice. Your name had never sounded this heavenly. 

“So what did you come to do here? Just camping with your friends?” Soobin asked after a minute of silent walking. He was holding no torch. You assumed he was used to walking the path to the temple and needed no visual aide aside from the moonlight that reached the ground with ease during this season. 

“We came to see the total lunar eclipse. The best view is away from the city. You live in the temple?” Soobin hummed, confirming your assumption. He then asked about your friends, your life. It was easy to talk to him. He did not share much about himself, other than his age and the first time he went to the mountain. They said the mountain god guarded the mountain, but even a god got hungry. Soobin’s friends dared him to spend the night, but he left his tent halfway through when he heard a growling in the distance. When he got you on the proverbial edge of your seat with his scary story, he gave you a jumpscare. You hit him and laughed. 

You almost forgot you were not on a beautiful and romantic night stroll when the old wooden gates appeared at the end of the small mountain path. This place was long due some renovation, but you didn’t mention it. “Here we are,” Soobin stated as you stood before the closed doors. He seemed almost sad that you had arrived. 

“Are you a priest?” You asked out of nowhere, the look on his face all too familiar to you. You had your fair share of dates and that was the face of a man who wanted to kiss you. 

Soobin shook his head, his fluffy black hair flopping around with the movement. “No, just… a pilgri-” You did not let him finish. You found the way to the back of his neck; you pulled him down, your lips meeting his. He was cold, extremely so. Not surprising, since his white clothes seemed to not be all that thick. You were happy to warm this poor pilgrim up. When you pulled back, your eyes met his wide-spread ones. “Traveller-nim, let me dance with you.” 

You laughed as you took a step back. “With what music?” You questioned him. He seemed to clearly have no answer to that. “Besides, you’re ice cold. You should go inside to warm up.” 

Soobin swallowed thickly. Then his frigid hand took yours. He started singing, swaying you around on the small path. You turned your torch off, letting the moonlight show you his captivating eyes and alluring lips. Soobin’s voice could be deep and intimate or light like a fairy. Your heart swayed along with each step taken. It was when the night got a little darker, that you remembered your friends. “Oh! The eclipse will start soon.” You stopped to look up at the sky. Soobin quickly opened the temple doors and gestured for you to enter. He seemed to remember your friends waiting on you too. 

You followed him inside, but when the gates closed behind you, something seemed off. There was only light from the fires that surrounded a large courtyard. Two glistening red lights seemed to watch you from the darkness inside a building. “Is everyone else sleeping?” You inquired, turning around to face Soobin. He was leaning against the doors, his head hung low and his black bangs covering his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Soobin whispered, voice quivering. The moonlight drained away and was replaced with the red light of the total lunar eclipse. In the light of the blood moon, everything was different. Soobin looked up, but his face was no longer what it was. Those captivating eyes that looked at you like he wanted to kiss you forever under the moonlight were now glowing red, the sclerae all black. His deep-sunken eyes stared directly into your soul. A second pair of slightly smaller eyes appeared underneath the first pair, just beside his nostrils. They all stared down at you as a smile forced itself onto his ghastly face. You had seen many smiles from him, but nothing like this. It turned your own blood cold, all heat draining from your body. You took a step back in fear, but froze when there was a voice behind you. 

“Well done, Soobin-ah. It seems you finally will be able to move on to the next life,” came the growling voice from the building where you had seen the red lights. You dared to glance around. From the darkness stepped a monstrously huge tiger into the red light. Its great fangs were bared for you to witness. You backed away, your back eventually hitting Soobin’s cold, rigid body. 

“Soobin-sshi, what’s going on?” His ghoulishly icy hands grabbed you by the shoulders. He whispered another apology, before pushing you towards the tiger. The beast circled you, a deep, mocking chuckle coming from its hungry mouth. 

“You had me concerned there for a moment, Soobin-ah. You have backed out so many times. You really want to pass on, don’t you?” You were hugging your torch to your chest, trembling in fear as the tiger spoke. “And such a nice, young prey you have chosen for me too… I can see your long life thread and I will delight in snapping it.” You repeated your earlier question, screaming it now with more panic in your voice. The tiger laughed at you derisively. “Let me explain it to you, traveller.” Every word coming from the mountain god gave you the shivers. “Soobin was once like you, unafraid of me and my lands. He died that night he told you about.” You swallowed thickly, casting glances at the ghost that you kissed. “Those that find their end in my stomach must serve me for eternity. The only way for them to pass on to the next life is to bring me a prey that will replace them.” The tiger took a deep sniff of you, like you were a steaming pot of stew on the fire. “Do you get it now?” 

The terror forced the tears from your eyes. Your voice trembled in your last plea. “Please, spare me.” You forced the words past your trembling lips, each word strained and vibrating with dread. It was the last Soobin could handle. He suddenly dashed forward, slamming his body into that of the tiger. It was taken off guard, the beast sliding away from you across the courtyard. In that small window of opportunity, the ghost took your hand and dragged you through the doors, back onto the small path you took to get here. His footsteps were inhumanly quick and you struggled to keep up. However, the growling and roaring of a tiger behind you was great motivation. 

“Listen to me, go back to the tree where we met. Climb as far as you can. Amitābha protects that tree and will protect you. Stay there until sunrise.” Though he still looked like a demon, you saw the angelic man you met earlier that night in those devilish eyes. You could only nod at his instructions. He sent you ahead with a gust of wind and before you realised how, you found yourself in that tree, awaiting sunrise. 

When your friends found you the next day, you did not have the words to explain what happened last night, nor why you were in the tree. You chose to say nothing, fearing that sharing the story as truth would end with you in a psych ward. You would wonder if it was all just a nightmare or hallucination, were it not for the beads that had appeared on your wrist. Sometimes, when you glanced at them and the light hit it just right, a familiar smile reflected off the red wood that adorned your wrist. 

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[hugjakee]

18+ YEONJUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

minors dni, im dead serious.

SFW

yeonjun may not seem it, but he is really cuddly. He needs cuddles every time you're around.

no matter the time, the day, where you guys are he always needs to hug you.

"y/n hug me.." he says, as he looks at you with his arms open.

yeonjun loves your kisses, to him its the biggest form of love and affection (except for when he’s really loving you), and he loves it.

he loves when you pull him closer to you and wrap your arms, or attempt to wrap your arms around him.

he loves when you take your time, kissing him slowly and cherishing the moments

yeonjun doesnt like to show affection out in public, to him he likes to keep his affection and love private. (as he should!)

NSFW

yeonjun loves to tease you, whether you’d be working or the both of you are out together, he never misses a chance to make you aroused and embarrassed..

“yeonjun stop..” yeonjun would just look at your face and smirk. teasing you even more, caressing your thighs and teasing the hem of your bottoms only to stop once you give into the feeling, eventually wanting more. “but didn’t you say to stop angel?”

he’d end up feeling bad and horny, so he ends up taking the both of you to a quiet and private place.

caressing your face, softly kissing your neck with his soft and supple lips. then kiss your lips and grinding against you.

although yeonjun likes to take his time with such an intimate and loving moment, he’s never fond of doing a quickie, but for the both of you and the intense sexual tension that filled the atmosphere, he needed to finish what he started.

he’s very soft with his touches and careful with your body, almost as if you like a fragile antique. he’s so gentle, but also rough.

yeonjun likes to guide you, and tell you how you feel and what makes you feel good. he loves to pleasure you, it’s gives him pleasure and makes him feel good that he’s the one that makes you feel that way.

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[ryxiez]

❀° Claw Machine °❀

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Genera ➛ fluff

Pairing ➛ Beomgyu x gn!reader (not idol specified)

Word Count ➛ 875

Warnings ➛ nicknames such as lover boy, gyu, (I’m pretty sure that’s all)

AN: just something short and fun

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"Look over here at this one!" You called from an aisle ove. Beomgyu was just on the other side, inspecting whatever caught his own eye.

"Coming!" He called back.

Different machines lined the area, some arcade and rhythm games, claw machines, photo booths, etc. Beomgyu turned the corner and slightly jogged to the machine you were currently staring at, your eyes almost sparking.

"Isn't it so cute, it almost looks just like you, a little brown teddy bear." You cooed at the stuffed animal in a pile among others, but you only had eyes for the cute plush holding a little strawberry. (reference picture above!)

"Come on how many times do I have to tell you I’m not a teddy bear, I’d be more scary than anything." Beomgyu retaliated rolling his eyes.

However, you had a trick up your sleeve. A pouty face and puppy dog eyes.

Beomgyu was just going to turn around and leave you on your own again, but not before you tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. His eyes met yours once again again as your lips curved into a slight frown. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with your eyebrows raised to almost look sad.

He was frozen in place, but the twitch of his lips let you know he was in fact still alive.

"Come on please, just one try. I really want it..." You mentally cringed at yourself, but you knew it would work.

"Ugh... why do you have to play dirty all the time?" He grumbled before he reaching into his pocket and pulling out some coins.

"What do you mean?" You asked innocently, as if you didn't just guilt trip him into winning you a teddy bear.

"You're lucky you're cute..." He grumbled under his breath.

He then inserted some of the coins to then take the controller stick in his hand, maneuvering the claw.

He looks so cute when he’s focused, his tongue slightly poking past his rosy lips and his eyes wide with determination. You couldn’t help the way you fell for him even harder.

"I think it looks good from here. Do you mind checking the position on the side?" He asked, snapping you out of your romantic thoughts.

"Mhm! Hmm maybe just a little bit further back and you should be good." You informed him with a smile.

"Then here we go..." Beomgyu said before pressing the big red button.  The claw moving painfully slow.

The thin claws wrapped around the bears head perfectly and then slowly retracted, bringing the bear up.

"Come on, come on, come on." You quietly chanted to yourself.

However, as soon as the whole plushie was in the air, it slipped through the metal rods and fell back down.

"Aww that's okay-"

"Nope I'm gonna try again." He interrupted you.

And so he did... another 10 times.

The machine was obviously rigged, the claw was not strong enough to hold the big plushies they decided to put in there. Only an idiot would fall for the scam… but good thing you two are definitely idiots.

"Come on Gyu, I don't want the plushie that bad. I was only joking around. Plus I'm sure we could just buy it online and it would be way cheaper."

"I don't care. As the most amazing, talented, beautiful, and caring boyfriend in the world it is my job to win you whatever you want from a stupid claw machine."  He ranted after pressing down on the big red button yet again.

This time the claws slipped around the bears tiny body, cradling it almost perfectly as it ascended.

Both of you were now holding your breaths, not daring to say a single word. Almost as if a single phoneme dared to shake it from its place.

The claw then started to shake, the bear obviously getting ready to fall out of the machines grasp any second, but not before finally settling over the prize hole.

Beomgyu let out a sigh of relief as he bent down to retrieve the plush from the slot. Your smile only grew wider as he made his way closer to you, hiding the obvious prize behind his back.

"I think I deserve something first for obviously being the best boyfriend ever." He smirked.

"And what's that, loverboy?" You teased back, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink.

"A kiss." He said as he pointed to his lips pouting.

Now he thought it was his own turn to act cute.

You giggle before agreeing, lightly pressing your own lips to his for only a second before pulling away, but he leaned in again and chased you for another.

Taking the chance while he was distracted, your hands traveled behind his waist, grabbing the bear for yourself.

He gasped as you pulled away, the plush now in your hands, "How could you betray me like that?!" He exclaimed while placing a hand over his heart.

Before he could have the chance to steal the prize back, you ran away, laughter following you out of the building.

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[bowlofsoob]

TAEHYUN AS YOUR GYM CRUSH !

taehyun x gender neutral reader

strangers to friends to lovers, college setting

you both met in a group chat meant to help people find gym buddies and he reached out since you guys lived near one another, and it didn’t take long for you two to become friends

if u don’t work out just pretend xx

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[sunoooism]

> summary : txt group chat (+ yn)

> warnings : cursing, mention of drugs and alcohol, yeonjun is high (and maybe drunk), kys jokes, suggestive ?? Idk sex jokes, soobin threatens to shove a remote up yeonjuns ass, it's all platonic guys, gn!reader. lmk if I missed anything lol.

Idrk what possessed me to do this

©sunoooism

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[taeiun]

"it's 3 am wtf."

aka. sending them a random photo & saying "sorry wrong person" after

categories: gn!reader, crack, fluff smau 　　 warnings: one piss joke in beomgyu's part. lmk if there's anything else it's late here.

notes: im going to fight memi message in a dq parking lot for messing up hyuka's messages mORE THAN FOUR TIMES NOW OML- also ignore the time stamp in hyuka's, i edited my phone time for this lol

✧ YEONJUN, SOOBIN, & BEOMGYU !

✧ TAEHYUN & HUENING KAI !

^ . _ . ^ !? all photos used were saved on my phone. don't question anything i beg of you

© taeiun 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

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[wonie-not-wony]

confession.

pairing. student council president!soobin x gn!reader synopsis. admitting your feelings to the student council president wasn't on your bucket list, but you mustered the courage and thought, "Why not? We only live once." warning. kisses genre. fluff a/n. beomgyu version

With the window open, a pleasant breeze blows in, and you sit next to Soobin, watching him organize school documents. Within the empty classroom, it's just the two of you.

"You don't have to wait for me to finish; it'll take a while to organize all this." Soobin glances at you with a sweet smile.

You pull your chair closer to Soobin, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling down and exhausted.

Soobin's heart skips a beat, and he blushes faintly, his eyes fixed on your face while you look up at him with a tired smile. The warm rays of the sun filter through the window, adding to the comforting atmosphere.

"Have you been having trouble sleeping?" Soobin asks softly, showing genuine concern.

"A little," you murmur, snuggling your head into his neck and letting out a contented sigh.

Soobin smiles down at you and gently lifts your head, placing it on his lap. He starts tracing patterns on your head with his hand, his eyes locked on your face.

"You look really tired," he whispers in the gentlest and softest tone you've ever heard, patting your head and rubbing away the stress.

"Kinda had trouble sleeping last night," you say, with a hint of nervousness, your words turning quiet and mumbling as your finger traces circles on his knees.

Soobin continues to rub your hair, his gaze focused on your lips. He senses the nervousness in your voice as you mumble. His eyes wander from your lips to your neck and collarbone.

"Is there something worrying you?" Soobin's gentle voice brings your attention back to him. His eyes meet yours, innocent and looking for an answer.

"There is... I want to tell you and get it off my chest, but I'm scared it might ruin our friendship," you admit, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with your fingers anxiously.

Soobin's hand stops caressing your hair. He leans in closer, shifting his body towards you.

"Look at me," he whispers. Despite your hesitation, his soft voice draws you in, and your eyes meet his. Soobin smiles genuinely at you, a smile reserved only for you.

"You won't ruin anything. Nothing will change between us," he says, holding your hand to keep it from fidgeting.

"Promise?" you ask with a worried expression, your voice soft and quiet, gently tugging on his shirt anxiously.

Soobin leans in, his face inches away from yours. He cups your cheeks, his eyes still sincere.

"I promise. You trust me, right?" he asks, his voice laced with sincerity.

His warm breath tickles your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. Despite the fear in your heart, you nod in agreement.

With your eyes closed, you gather the courage to confess your feelings to him, feeling the warmth spreading to your cheeks. "What if I want to be more than just a friend to you, Soobin?"

Your hands tremble, eyebrows furrowed, as you anxiously await his response.

Soobin's gaze remains locked on yours. He smiles, his breath growing heavier as he takes in your words. His mind races with thoughts and ideas. Soobin's heart flutters at your sweet words, like a dream or a scene from a romance novel. He can't help but be mesmerized by your beauty, just a few inches away.

"And what will that make us?" he whispers, his voice soft. Soobin's heart races, his fists clenched tightly as he waits for you to respond.

"Mine," you whisper back, feeling warmth spread through your body. Your heartbeat quickens.

Soobin leans closer, his lips almost touching yours.

"Just mine?" he whispers.

"All yours," you reply.

Soobin pulls you in closer, as if you've given him the signal he's been waiting for. He presses his lips against yours, the world around you fading away as you melt into the kiss. Time stands still in that moment, leaving you both breathless. As he pulls away, he gives you another kiss on your forehead. With his arms snugly wrapped around you, he puts his head on yours.

The sun has set, and your lips still tingle from the sweetness of the kiss.

"I'm yours," he whispers again, softly.

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Everything to Somebody Else (Soobin's pov)

Pairing: Non-idol! Soobin x reader, Non-idol! Taehyun x reader

Genre: Drama

Warnings: soobin's pov, toxic! soobin, bar setting, alcohol, mentions of taehyun not by name, soobin refers to taehyun as bastard (twice), mention of a crowd, implied influenced driving, possessive behavior

Synopsis: Soobin is not happy at the sight of Y/N with another man so he creates a plot. But he's confused when it doesn't go like he thought it would.

Note: i dont think you need to read the other imagines to understand; other than the original (reader pov) version. i highly recommend doing so either before or after this one. it was fun to write soobin's pov, though it wasn't originally to go as in depth of the bar night with tyun; buy what can i say 🤷‍♀️

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Soobin bitterly drank his drink as he watched Y/N interact with a brown-haired male from across the bar. He slammed the glass back onto the counter, not tearing his eyes away from the duo. Soobin hadn't talked with you since Halloween, which was around a month ago. He wasn't exactly sure what had the radio silence from Y/N, and he had become busy with his developing relationship with Moa. Soobin rolled his eyes, the mystery guy was obviously up to no good. And what kind of friend would Soobin be, if he didn't do anything. He downed the rest of his drink before another one; which he chugged as well and setting it onto a random table. He walked his way onto the dance floor, shoving past the crowd of people with his eyes focused on where Y/N was dancing with that bastard. "Y/N! It's been awhile!" he called out once he got close to the dancing pair. Soobin reached his hands out to grab at Y/N's arms, successfully pulling them away from the guy. And if the tall male internally smirked at that fact then no one needed to know. "Hi Soobin" they tried yelling over the music. "You stopped texting and responding to me!" he whined to them with a pout. Soobin knew that Y/N couldn't resist him sticking his lips out like that so he'd be driving off with them soon enough. "Yeah, I've been busy with work". He knew Y/N had to be lying. While he didn't know the extent of this type of job; was being a bartender really all that busy.? Soobin got pushed by someone in the crowd and he took the opportunity to further enter Y/N's space. He looked back in agitation partly from the action and partly from the bold-faced lie. "Are you okay?" Y/N asked, placing their hands onto the blonde's forearms. Soobin shook his head, pouting his lips out further, and adding an 'take me home' to sell the point. He couldn't help the teasing look in his eyes as the two friends had been in similar situations a few times before. Soobin would drink then Y/N would take him home and the two would spend the night together. "I can't. Where are your friends?" Y/N tried looking around the crowd on the dancefloor for his friends, who weren't there. Soobin just brushed the question off as he continued with his begging. It was odd to him that his tactic wasn't working. Before: Y/N and him would have out the bar door by now. They continued to deny each of his request to take him home even as they brought him back to the bar stools. ~ Soobin internally groaned as he saw the brown-hair male find him and Y/N at the bar. He gulped down the water that was handed to him before slumping onto the bar. Glaring at the shorter male as he talked with Y/N, the two of them acting like he wasn't sitting just some steps away. Soobin wondered how the guy had been able to find them, had he been waiting for them or had Y/N texted him. He was getting annoyed at how this night wasn't going according to his plans. ~ As Soobin was settled into the back of the taxi, he felt indignant. Y/N always took care of him, they always put him above everyone else, they always brought him back to one of their places. Who exactly was this bastard that Y/N didn't want to leave him for Soobin!? What the hell had changed in the month since Halloween!? Soobin huffed and crossed his arms as he fully sat up in the seat. He turned his head slight, only to catch the dark figure of two people hugging from the window. The sight managed to piss him off even more as he faced forward. "Pull over". "I'm sorry? What was that, Sir?" "Pull over. Or I punch the seats, the choice is yours?" Soobin said as he looked over at the driver. His eyes were cold as he stared at them, and his jaw seemed tense as he bounced his leg. The taxi stopped which allowed for the tall male to get out. He threw out a wad as he stepped outside before slamming the door. Soobin felt like he could barely hold back the anger that he was feeling as he walked back to the parking lot where his car was. He was not this development. Y/N was interested in him, Y/N was his, and Y/N was sure as hell not supposed to move on to someone else.

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