COLLEGE-STUDENT!YEONJUN cursed, flipping to the other side of his bed in hope to find a comfortable position, praying to whoever gods up above out there that existed to just let him sleep – it’s been hours since he decided to rest and call it a day, yet the image of your sweet smile and slight nod of acknowledgement you’d given him that morning when you had walked passed him had stayed imprinted on his brain and refused to leave. thinking about the occurrence itself caused his heart to ram against his ribcage.
it as was if you were a blessing and at the same time a curse to him – thinking that you damn well knew the effect you had on him. why did you have to look so damn attractive all the time? this growing infatuation of his for you despite only being classmates in one fucking class was driving him mad and crazy to his grave. you had his life and heart wrapped around your finger, able to pull the strings anytime and he wasn’t sure if you even knew his name.
“i’m so screwed,” he moaned to no one in particular, laying wide awake as he ran fingers through his presently ruffled and disarranged hair repeatedly — before cursing once again to himself.
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♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.
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yeonjun shook his head endearingly as he plasters a bandaid to your scraped up elbow. “you’re lucky i brought a first aid kit with me just in case,” he says as you sheepishly giggle and scratch your neck.
just two minutes earlier you had been riding on your skateboard, feeling like a flying bird soaring through wind, until the skateboard hit a large crack in the pavement and literally sent you flying.
your boyfriend, yeonjun, rushed up to your scratched up self before nursing your wounds almost instantly.
“do you want to continue or do you want to go back home and rest up.” “yeonjun i am going to stay and ride my skateboard without falling today. no ifs or buts.”
he grins before pulling you up from spot, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as a form of encouragement. “why don’t you hold onto my arm and let go when you feel stable? i’m scared you’re going to fall and hurt yourself more,” yeonjun pouts, utilizing it as a weapon for you to ultimately give in.
his pouts do work, since you immediately balance yourself on your skateboard while clutching yeonjun’s arm tightly, his arm in turn securing your hand. you begin to kick the pavement, slowly gaining speed, until you finally let go of yeonjun’s arm.
riding through the pavement with the cool evening breeze engulfing your surroundings, with the quiet sunset being interrupted by yeonjun’s proud and encouraging shouts was an experience to say the least.
♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.
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this chapter is dedicated to meg loml @sherlockholicsbysoobin (the isaw to my toto emz) because her reactions to the prev chapter really made me laugh 😂
genre(s): pure fluff (as apparently always nowadays)!!
coco's ♡ note: i miss going to concerts so bad so I wrote this! i hope you all enjoy <3
His heart literally swells with so much love and pride. He'd be mid verse all in but the second his eyes meet yours he just feels so proud. He'll continue his performance as if nothing is going on but internally he is beyond excited. Yeonjun takes pride in his job so to see his s/o front in center watching him, man it really makes doing what he loves so much better. He'll seek them out after the concert and thank them for being their. (He also jokingly asks if they want an autograph...yeah he's happy but still his usual self!)
#1 shy boy goes to...Soobin! As soon as your eyes meet his already redden cheeks, they'll turn an even brighter rosie color. Trust me he is so excited to see you in the crowd but man is he timid about it. He loves you and he absolutely adores that you're supporting him but he'd get so embarrassed. After a while though, he'll start thinking that he absolutely needs to do his best and will show off his best stage presence. The boys will tease him about it after having spotted you too but he doesn't care, as long as you enjoyed the show, and of course you did (having taken lots and lots of pictures/videos to show him later claiming them to be your favorite parts)!
This man...oh this man. He becomes the definition of confident. I mean okay yeah Beomgyu is a confident guy but as soon as his eyes land on your figure amongst the crowd, he's gone. He loves that you're there to support him and no one else (yeah okay beomgyu as if the others don't exist???). His movements become even cleaner, more precise, and his eyes are focused on soley you. It's as if he's trying to say, "this is all for you," and to be honest...it is. He radiates this new form of energy that just makes the crowd go wild and it's all because of you. After the show he'll continously ask if you saw certain parts and boast (in a sweet way) about how his s/o is the best for coming to watch him!
Taehyun falls into a bit of a trance. It's no secret how much he loves to perform and be on stage, so knowing that you're there watching him and listening to him, his love for you just sort of amplifies. You're taking time out of your day to come see him and he appreciates it so much. Not only does he want to make his fans proud but you as well and knowing you're finally able to see his hard work, really pays off. The thing that really sets him off though, is seeing you sing along to their songs, oh boy does he just turn so lovestruck. His entire being is filled with these sweet emotions and it's just such a nice feeling to him. Once the show is over and you're reunited he'll pull you close and whisper all the loving thoughts he has. It's a really nice moment that the two of you share.
Oddly enough, Kai is the complete opposite of all his members. He doesn't change much but his nerves flow away and he becomes calm. His mind that was once filled with worries, is now filled with the thoughts of you in the stands watching him do what he loves most. It's really one of the best things to happen to him. Performing is a hard thing to do, especially when you share the stage with four other just as talented people so he gets jitters and thinks of "what if's" but with you there, watching him with a smile, it's all okay. He'll thank you for coming after the show and silently vow to repay you in some way later on.
coco's ♡ note: hehe hi this was fun to write so I hope you all enjoy it <3 I'll be back to writing for enhypen soon, so stay tuned for that if you're interested!!
word count; 1106
pairing yeonjun x fem!reader
warnings; light profanity, food
notes; i swear i’m gonna start writing for the other members now. time to shelve yeonjun >:(
You and Yeonjun walk down the crowded streets of the city, ice cream cones in hand. Around you are cars and taxis with people honking and yelling, blending in with the buzzing chatter of passersby. The sun is high and merciless, bending like lightning beams off of the shiny buildings and skyscrapers that line your vision. You take a lick of your ice cream and turn to Yeonjun, but whatever you were planning on saying to him dies on your tongue when your eyes meet his.
He’s hunched a bit over his cone, teeth halfway sunken into his ice cream and gazing back at you with a slightly bewildered expression. You cringe, running your tongue over the front of your teeth. It’s hard to think about uncomfortable situations without wanting to shrivel into a ball and die.
“Yeonjun, what in the everloving hell are you doing with that ice cream? Who eats it like that?” You ask. He grumbles, rolling his eyes and finishing his bite of the ice cream. It makes you cringe again.
“You complain too much. At least I have the decency to not order mint-choco. What kinda fuckin’ pyscho-”
“Ah ah ah,” you tut, waving your pointer finger around in his face. “mint chocolate is the supreme flavor. I don’t make the rules.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that about a million times while we were at the parlor,” Yeonjun retorts, slapping away your finger. “Which by the way, I think we’re never allowed back there. You definitely gave the scooper lady a headache.”
“Yeonjun! She has a name,” you say dramatically, clasping a hand against your chest.
“And why should I know it? We’re not all some really freaky version of a social butterfly, y’know. Most of us are normal,” he drawls. You poke a finger into his ribs, making him laugh and jump away. He almost drops his ice cream.
You’ve spent most of the morning around the city with Yeonjun, just now dipping into the afternoon. Usually when you hang out, within a few hours you’re holding an abundance of shopping bags and are about halfway to dropping dead of exhaustion. But today Yeonjun had suggested you explore the city to soak up the summer sunshine and maybe stop for a sweet treat, which had been an ice cream parlor you’d both been eyeing for some time now.
As you continue licking away at your ice cream, you and Yeonjun are stopped by a large throng of people. You’d made your way to the most popular center in the city, which is always densely packed. Today, a warm but pleasant Saturday, is no different.
“Ah, crap,” Yeonjun says beside you. You’re just outside the swarm, but you’d been trying to get to the main plaza to sit and enjoy the live band they always have playing in the afternoons. The only way to get there is through the crowd.
“Yeonjun, we’re gonna get separated,” you say, worried. There has to be at least a few hundred people to get through. It’s insanely crowded.
Yeonjun flushes red beside you, and you get confused. Is there something wrong? Is he okay?
You come to realize why he’d been blushing when he says:
“No we won’t. Hold my hand.”
Are your ears working right?
“What’d you say?” You have to have heard him wrong. The tips of your fingers start to prickle.
“Hold my hand,” he repeats, louder this time. “Then we can stay together.” You swallow, watching as he dumps the little bit of cone he had left before reaching out his hand to you, palm up. Your cone goes down the same trashcan, and you rub your sweaty fingers against your shorts a little before reaching to take his hand. He averts his eyes and you blush, a chill making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end despite the heat.
The two of you begin pushing through the crowd, swerving around rowdy clusters of teenagers and families with slow-moving seniors and energetic toddlers. The mass of sweaty bodies continues to bustle and squeeze all around you, and at one point Yeonjun is pressed flush against your side, your clasped hands sandwiched between both of your hips. He holds your hand tighter when you’re shoved particularly hard, but doesn’t loosen afterward.
The crowd begins to get thinner at the front as you get closer to the plaza. There’s many shops there, so people are able to disperse and stop clustering.
Finally, Yeonjun walks a little ahead of you, pulling your hand along with him as he weaves through one final particularly large family. You’re able to breathe open air at long last.
The music you had been coming for drifts your way, along with the mouth-watering smells of nearby restaurants and bakeries.
It has you so distracted you almost don’t realize that Yeonjun still hasn’t let go of your hand. You stare at it clasped in his, embarrassed. If he wasn’t aware of your big ugly crush on him before, he certainly is now.
“Er, Yeonjun?” You start, voice high. It looks like his head is as turned away from you as humanly possible, but he looks your way at your call. His eyes drift to your hands as the two of you keep walking towards the center of the plaza.
You’re pretty much sweating buckets now. Are Yeonjun’s hands not swimming at this point?
“Uh, are you gonna keep making noises or are you gonna… let go?” Yeonjun looks at you thoughtfully, rosy flush high on his cheeks.
“Do you want me to let go?”
Do you want him to let go? Do you want him to let go?! Obviously not.
“Then can I keep holding your hand?”
“In… a friendly....? Way? Or-”
“No. Not friendly. Is that okay with you?”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.” He smiles, tightening his grip just a little and bringing you closer.
“Alright, shall we get something to eat?”
“Will you quit saying “uh”? You sound stupid.”
“Well, excuse you-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I want to treat the girl I like to lunch.”
“Yeah, nice. Let’s go.” He pulls you toward a sit-down restaurant, close to where the band is playing.
“Literally who else, __? You’re a bit dull,” he says, sighing. Your eyes widen.
“Sure… Okay. Let’s go.” You smile, watching as your pink-haired best friend opens the door to the restaurant with a shiny eye-smile. Your heart clenches. You’ve liked him for as long as you can remember.
yn becomes a song writer and decides to write songs for their school's band; tomorrow x together. they have a special spot in hello future cafe to which yn considered it as their safe place — that is until the band starts hanging out there after their practices — that includes the boy they have a crush on and who made them a song writer.
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[ 12:26 am ] pairing: trainee!reader x idol!yeonjun wc: 284 genre: comfort?? + fluff warnings: slight angst
Yeonjun held your tear stained face in his hands, a frown on his face as he observed you. Having a mental breakdown in a McDonalds parking lot had to be the highlight of your week. It was even more embarrassing to have said breakdown in front of Yeonjun. But once Yeonjun asked what was wrong, you couldn’t stop the tears from rapidly flowing down your face.
You were tired and insecure, stressed out from hours of training at BigHit. Yeonjun, an idol that you had befriended, decided to sneak you out to a fast food restaurant. You were supposed to be on a strict diet, but Yeonjun wanted to treat you after witnessing your seemingly endless tears in the practice room.
“Don’t be upset. You work so hard and you’re so strong, I’m really proud of you.” He said softly, wiping the tears from under your eyes. He understood how you felt, knowing the what it was like being a trainee. It was difficult, and he didn’t blame you for feeling so upset.
Yeonjun’s gesture only made more tears well up in your eyes, his touch and kind words making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion.
“You deserve to debut, especially with how hard you work. Don’t let yourself think differently.” Yeonjun added, running his other thumb over your cheek. You let out a sigh, placing your hand over his.
“Thank you, Yeonjun. I love you.” You said without thinking. Thankfully the two of you were close enough to where the words could be said in a platonic way. But you didn’t miss the way Yeonjun’s eyes lit up, almost as if he understood what you meant.
[3:29pm]: yeonjun and you always needed to compete against each other about every single thing. and, unfortunately for you, he was always winning each and every little dumb thing that you two made a competition. yeonjun being the most infuriating guy ever, wore a stupid smirk on his pretty face and you being the most competitive person, was eyeing him up and down, despising every aspect of him but still wanting to kiss him with passion
A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.
Introduction. | One. | Two | Three
𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)
𖥻 Genre: 10 cups of fluff served with 7000 words, guardian angel au, fakebf!au, and heavy angst in later chapters
𖥻 Warnings: swearing- and looks like someone’s jealous in this chapter hehe 😏
𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away
Two months with Yeonjun made you feel as if you were happier with having him by your side. Well coming from the fact that he was actually an angel, you weren’t too surprised to come to terms that he was really able to spread some light into your life.
For the past eight weeks, you had gotten to know him better and thankfully so! Of course you had some bad moments- aka the ones where he would steal all the blankets while the two of you were diving into new movies, eventually making you lose your shit and throw mint chocolate on him- but all in all, you were quite happy that he was right by your side. It didn’t mean that you weren’t worried about anything, however.
You just hoped, now that the wedding was indeed a couple weeks away, that your one of your friends would agree to come with you. Unfortunately Kai said he was busy that week since he was taking a plane to visit his family back in his hometown, making it impossible for him to even come to the wedding in the first place. When you heard this, you were pretty dismayed. You had no clue who else you were going to ask if all else failed, but luckily there was always one person who never failed to work things out for you- even if it seemed unintentional.
It wouldn’t be a surprise that you were thinking of one of the best boys in your life, Beomgyu!
Maybe today was a good day to ask him since both of your schedules were free, and you could visit him once his shift was done over at your favorite cafe. In times like this you knew you could always count on him whenever some things didn’t measure up. Plus, he never let you down- that went vice versa too. Though you were hopeful- pretty wishful that things would work out, he was always welcome to say no as well.
In all honesty, it’s not like it was that bad being single. You probably would’ve sucked it up and gone by yourself, taking all of the teasing from your older sister about how lonely you are even if you truly wanted a significant other just like her. She was lucky... she really was, and perhaps like her, you would find the one that made your heart swell with joy.
Yeonjun could only sigh and roll his eyes as he listened to you rant in front of the mirror about how badly you wanted a significant other, thinking it was extremely ridiculous you wanted to even date in the first place. To him, human men or women included were dogs; they had no clue how to function by themselves without angels or God! For you to want to have a boyfriend in the first place (he could see your side a little though), was just... out of the question. And he wasn’t going to admit this one out loud, but he would rather you go with him just because it was “safer.”
“Do we really have to go see Beomgyu today?” Yeonjun complained with a pouted lip, tugging on your arm with all his strength just so he couldn’t see the black haired boy. Why did he have to have such a soft voice that it was clearly sneakily charming towards you? Yeonjun hated it.
Sighing, you immediately stopped in your tracks causing your guardian angel to see stars in his eyes- only a second later to groan when he saw that you were still going to see that strange boy. To be fair, he didn’t really have any reasons to be suspicious for him. It couldn’t be called intuition either, but he just didn’t like seeing the two of you together- it didn’t mean that he was going to forbid you from seeing your friends though.
“For the last time,” you chuckled exasperatedly, basically dragging him along the sidewalk as your heels clicked onto the gray pavement, “yes we are, Yeonjun! Whether you like it or not, he’s going to be my date for the wedding since I don’t want to look like a loser in front of my engaged sister. Can’t you just be a good angel for once- for me?” You pleaded with sparkling eyes, gazing at him with dread.
“But Y/N!” He whined for the nth time that day, your words seemingly having no effect on him.
As you figured he shook his head with indignance, crossing him arms and sticking out his bottom lip even more. You knew that Yeonjun was difficult, but why did he have to act like a baby? For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why he was so against seeing one of your best friends!
“Yeonjun, I swear I’ll give you all the mint chocolate you want after this. Just cooperate with me today, alright?”
Once he heard those two words, mint chocolate, his deep frown surely turned into a wide smile and it was as if his whole attitude changed now that he was happy go lucky about seeing his so called ‘enemy.’ Like sour candy perhaps?
You couldn’t help but grin yourself at how quickly he could change, all the while sensing that you were close to the cafe that Beomgyu worked at. It was a sweet coincidence that they sold ice cream too, so you knew Yeonjun would go nuts over the mint choco flavor they were famous for. Honestly you guessed some part of you wondered why he was so obsessed with that one flavor when there were different ones to try, but that was okay! As long as he was happy, then you were more than okay buying him whatever he wanted in return for your safety and guidance.
While Beomgyu was busy taking orders at the counter, his shift about to be finished in a couple more minutes, both you and Yeonjun decided to wait patiently at one of the tables. Like always Yeonjun was in awe of the green minty flavor, leaning lazily back on the chairs with a wide smile on his face. You, on the other hand, decided just to grab a cup of coffee as you waited timidly for your friend to be finished.
There were many, many possibilities of how Beomgyu would react once you told him. You were hoping that he would say yes, otherwise there was no one else you could ask- meaning you would unfortunately have no one to go with.
At first you would’ve been totally okay with it- but the more time passed by you realized this occasion was your sister, and you didn’t want her to tease you into oblivion that you weren’t able to find a date. The thought of her mockingly laughing (of course you knew it was all in good fun, and she would never go so far to hurt your feelings) when you showed up to the wedding was one that made you roll your eyes and look out desperately into the window.
“You needed me, Y/N?” The soft yet deep voice called out from the side, making you smile anxiously as he took a side from across of you. You noticed that there were dark circles engraved beneath his eyes, causing the confidence in you slowly depleting with each second of silence between the three of you. The feeling of guilt locked in your heart. He must’ve not gotten a lot of sleep either these days from working and going to classes, and now this? You felt horrible to be asking him of such a responsibility of something he couldn’t possibly benefit from.
“I... well, could you, um... I...” you could only mutter out, your hands going in multiple directions as you tried to figure out what to say.
This was the first time you were stuttering in front of Beomgyu to which he raised an eyebrow at, shooting a confused look towards Yeonjun who was visibly enjoying every minute of your torture. Instead your angel just decided to clear his throat as he bit into the icy treat, leaning onto one of his cupped hands that were set on the table.
“Y/N is just dying to know if you could be her date for her sister’s wedding. It’s on the 24th this month, soooo,” he paused before easily laughing to himself like you weren’t there, “could you make her not look single and lame in front of everyone?”
Well, at least your huge favor got out before you could stutter your way through it. You glared at Yeonjun who was smirking, although still pretty thankful that he was the one who said it instead of you- which would definitely take a long, long while.
Then you stole a glance at Beomgyu who had a deep frown on his face. It didn’t seem to be good news, judging from the way he was gazing thoughtfully at the wooden table.
“I’m really sorry, and I’m glad you asked me but I’m afraid my parents are visiting that day,” he hesitated hopelessly before answering your request.
You gritted your teeth to smile, a bit hurt that your pride would eventually be damaged when you showed up. Sure it wasn’t a lot, but how could you tell Hana you weren’t able to find somebody despite your promise?
“Oh...” you sighed, your hands twisting together in an awkward position as you toyed with your fingers despondently. “That’s okay... well, I hope you have fun!”
He tried to grin at you too, genuinely feeling a bit guilty that he wasn’t able to show up for something important- especially if it was towards you.
“You too. Maybe I could try telling them to visit another day? Just so-”
You interrupted him, shaking your head before he could say anymore. That was too much he was risking, even for you to ask.
“No, don’t even think that! I’m sure I’ll find someone else or go by myself! There’s gotta be some people that don’t have dates either, so I won’t look like a fool entirely.”
It grew silent at the table when you said this, allowing you time to think of what your options were. Both Kai and Beomgyu weren’t able to go due to their own personal reasons. So now you were not only going to be single and awkward by yourself when the couples danced together, but also be a little crushed from how things weren’t able to work out the way you wanted. There was no need to be despondent as you thought of Hana’s jubilant, extra exquisite wedding since you were more than overjoyed for her, though it was just a reminder you were incredibly single.
You jutted the top of your lip out as you took another gulp of your coffee, feeling it scorchingly drip down your throat as you swallowed it up to control your new found disappointment.
Across from you Beomgyu smirked to himself as he got an idea from the silence, his eyes mischievous as they darted between you and Yeonjun.
“Actually... I don’t think you’ll have to go alone. There might be someone who can go with you since, I guess you could say they see you everyday anyway,” he chuckled happily to himself, as if conjuring up a plan that would have you dead at the end of the 24th that month.
“And that is?” You perked up excitedly, ready to hear whatever he was going to suggest- no matter how ridiculous it could’ve sounded. You knew not to listen to Beomgyu whenever he had a second option, but as you mentioned a thousand times, before you were desperate! You would do anything in order not to break the mutual unsaid promise your sister and you had set apart earlier.
“Why don’t you...” his eyes lingered on Yeonjun’s as he could barely contain his laugh before proposing something that would change your view forever, “just go with Yeonjun? Since the two of you are together all the time I figured that-”
“WHAT?!” Both you and Yeonjun shouted at the same time, looking at each other in horror once you realized what Beomgyu was saying. Your eyes widened slowly but surely when you comprehended his suggestion, and Yeonjun was no longer joyfully eating his mint ice cream, almost dropping it onto the floor.
“Go? With him? Are you kidding?” You inquired incredulously, crossing your arms together with annoyance. Anyone but your goddamn angel, then you would’ve been quite merry to go and grab that opportunity! Everyone would think you were in love with Yeonjun, even though you could never see him as your date! You could only shake your head at the thought and would rather choose being lonely than go with him.
Yeonjun seemed to be repeating the same things you were saying to Beomgyu, but you were zoning out instead of listening. Your friend muttered that he thought it was a great idea since you both were free at the same time and were good “roommates” anyway! Little did he know that you were more than simply roommates, more like a forced agreement of living together because of the impact of Yeonjun’s huge responsibility.
Beomgyu snickered at the two of you bickering over each other, seemingly proud of what he did in just a couple minutes of sitting down. All this for a wedding, huh? He found this act between two friends to be really endearing, coming from that he started (though not too serious) drama just for fun. He leaned towards you, scrunching his nose when the volume of your argument became too loud.
“See? You two are perfect for each other! At least you’re communicating unlike most couples these days,” he joked, and you wanted nothing more in that minute to just sock him in the stomach for knowing how much you wanted this though not with Yeonjun.
You simply leaned back into your chair, feeling exhausted from the thought of going with Yeonjun. Hearing Beomgyu’s ideas gradually made your strong opinion on not making him your date much weaker as you thought of all the pros and cons of the situation. Sure you’d probably have to dance once or twice with him, but it wasn’t like you were going to die. You mean... if it was for your sister not being a little disappointed because she wanted her sister to be happily committed, then you could do it, right? You could stand at least one day just acting all lovey-dovey with your guardian angel, as long as it meant that your sister was jubilant you were finally out and about trying to find the love of your life.
Yeonjun tugged on your side when he realized that you weren’t so opposed to the idea of him going anymore. You looked at him with reluctant eyes, and that’s when he knew the answer.
If you asked for his opinion- and take in mind that he wasn’t going to say it out loud ever- he didn’t mind it so much. He would like it much better if you went with him compared to Beomgyu, yet he wasn’t sure how you’d react, thus making him scared to agree with your friend. And although he was shocked at first hearing the suggestion, he was dying to spice up your life somehow just so the two of you could have fun together.
“Fine,” your voice was pleading as you asked Yeonjun, too afraid to look him in the eye if he’d say no as well- like the other boys in your life, “will you be my date for the wedding, Yeonjun?”
Your angel just smirked at you, sending you a smug yet apologetic look because he knew you needed and depended on him to help you for the first time (well, politely asking in this case). That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to make fun of you though!
“Sure, Y/N~ as long as you hold me there~” he mockingly purred, causing you to groan once again and retort back with an irritated answer of “just know that I’ll punch you if you try anything, jerk!” while jokingly hitting him on the shoulder.
Beomgyu unknowingly smiled to himself as he watched the two of you laugh together from how things got this way, and he couldn’t help but have a prediction that this Yeonjun would inevitably see you as something different when the time came.
You had to admit- you were starving ever since you came to the mall to search for a few clothes. It had been a while since both you and Yeonjun went dress shopping, and it was becoming quite repetitive hearing his endless whining to buy him some new clothes because the ones he already had were “boring”- even if they seemed perfectly excellent to you. Therefore you decided that on the day where you were finally free from the chokeholds of class or work, you would not only get some new clothes for Yeonjun but also find a new dress and his suit for the incredibly important wedding coming up. Plus you saved up with everything you had, so hopefully everything would turn out well in the end!
The main goal here was to find the perfect dress and suit for the wedding though, so that the two of you looked great when your sister came to see you after a while. You hadn’t told her about Yeonjun yet, so it’d be a surprise; plus you could also rub it in her face that you had actually gotten a date by the time she was getting married. As fake as it gets, it seemed like the perfect plan to you and you could only imagine her face when she saw you holding Yeonjun’s hand as soon as the two of you entered.
Oh, that’s right. You had to act like the perfect couple or at least create some chemistry so it was believable. Earlier you explained to Yeonjun about the plan (as in being affectionate to a T where everyone would eventually get tired of your shit but would honestly secretly find it endearing), however the both of you could not take it seriously and ended up having stomach aches from laughing so much about it. You just couldn’t imagine what it’d be like ever having him as your boyfriend- he was a dear friend to you and it was mutual for him. You two were best friends now and hearing that sounded like the funniest thing ever to carry out even if it meant fooling everyone with a little joke.
So with a growling stomach, you brought Yeonjun to the food court by almost dragging him- you couldn’t blame him, all the fluorescent lights were absolutely distracting when they blinked nonstop- and ordered some spicy japchae noodles. It was something simple, but you had come to adore them ever since you were a child and tried them for the first time.
As you sat down the chair rubbed against the floor, causing you to cringe when you set down your tray containing a bowl of noodles and some rice- an exquisite meal if you do say so yourself. Yeonjun sat down from across of you, following suit and putting down his tray of rice and bulgogi- with multiple side dishes as well. That was one thing that caught his eye other than mint chocolate or two fruits such as apples and bananas, coming from the fact that he wasn’t such a big fan of eating in the first place.
You happily thanked whoever was up there for the tasty meal before digging in. Yeonjun played with the utensils for a little bit as he gazed down at the meal you bought him- a bit thankful actually- and took a small bite, relishing in the new, wholesome flavor. He then looked up to see if you were enjoying what you ordered for yourself, naturally worrying about how you’d react in general until he saw how glad you were to have some food anyway.
There was a small smirk on his face as he watched you chow down the noodles intently, thinking that this sight was one of the most endearing ones he had ever seen since being your angel. Silently he leaned on his knuckles as you slurped up all of your noodles, loving the way you ate to your heart’s content- just like he always reminded you to whenever you were working hard on a huge project. He guessed that all of his hard work of being your guardian angel was finally paying off in the hopes that you were really becoming a decent human.
Sensing that Yeonjun was staring at you on the other hand, you glanced down at the table in embarrassment and grabbed a napkin to dab at your mouth. “Why are you staring at me?”
The smile on his face grew even wider when you asked that, his cheeks protruding as he subtly stole took the silver spoon beside your bowl to try the noodles you said you were always a fan of since childhood.
“Are you sure you could eat all that? Or do you need my help?”
You rolled your eyes obviously seeing through his excuse just to eat and started to laugh loudly when he tried the spicy noodles by itself. His whole face scrunched up before snatching the icy cup of water right in front of him, gulping it down whole as you struggled not to choke on your japchae noodles yourself this time.
“Why are these noodles this spicy? How can you stand that?!” He spat out, the burning on his tongue becoming more unbearable by the second. To no avail he swatted his hand over his face, sweat already gleaming off his tan skin as he tried to endure the heat spreading all over his body.
A few seconds later you handed him your glass of water once you saw he was too weak to even take a deep necessary breath, letting all of your snickers out before taking another big bite so you wouldn’t choke on your own food again from watching him.
“Because... they’re spicy..?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your uncertain answer, causing you to break out into incessant laughter together. A couple of times both you tried to steal whatever the other had on their plate, teasing each other by taking it every couple of seconds and fighting with the spoons that it made several loud clinks in the room. But honestly? Both you and Yeonjun didn’t care, even if many found the whole situation to be embarrassing.
You were living in the moment, and that mattered more than anything because at least the two of you had each other.
After eating and filling both your stomachs up, you decided to search for Yeonjun’s suit first. With a lot of convincing and whines from Yeonjun’s side, you would look for his new clothes a few days after the wedding was over. That was your main concern anyway, plus it was necessary with the amount of time you had left to spend from doing nothing together.
There were a few things you needed to buy. First, you needed a dark suit jacket. Even though he didn’t have a lot of experience on Earth yet, the angel was incredibly amazing for choosing his own clothes, sporting his own look whenever he went to classes with you. There was also a need for a fine white dress shirt, though you were sure that he could choose that out as well- you trusted him with his good taste anyway.
And last but not least, a matching tie or bow tie to go along with it. You were hoping that Yeonjun would look quite chic once he tried it on- well honestly, he looked good in anything but that must’ve been because he was an angel... for someone who was as pretty as him in your world, he would be so much more gorgeous than a silly old painting that even the finest artists created- in your opinion, though of course you weren’t going to admit it out loud. You didn’t want to feed into his big ego, meaning you acknowledged it silently with defeat.
Yeonjun’s endless squealing over while you were out at the store made you stop your worrying, and you peeked on your side to see what he was looking at. And not to your surprise, he was fawning over a dark navy blue suit jacket that looked perfect for the wedding, donning a few shiny black buttons and exquisite pockets. Your mouth dropped as you looked at it compared to the rest- it seemed more expensive and you sprinted up to the suit jacket to check the price.
You gulped as you saw the price of $100, but what were you expecting? The thought of buying when your budget was $200 would cost you a lot... though it was important and Yeonjun needed it! For all the other suits there, the one that he chose was more cheaper, although what if it wasn’t enough? You spun it around even more to see the a red sign with bold black letters of “FOR RENT: $100-300.”
Yeonjun sensed there was something wrong as he stared at your crestfallen face even more, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder in reassurance. You glanced at him just giving him a nervous grin, toying around with the price tag in your fingers for a few seconds. You had no clue what you were going to say to him when he obviously loved how it looked. Before it wasn’t a problem but since you’ve gotten closer and realized how much he watched over you... you truly felt indebted to him for what he did just to keep you safe.
“I-I don’t know, what if I can’t pay enough now?” You sighed, wanting this more than anything- probably more than him because you knew that he loved it at first sight just like you did.
The corners of Yeonjun’s lips lifted up a little as if giving you some solace, his hand still warmly laying on your shoulder.
“Y/N, please? I know everything will be okay... just trust me. Please?” He then pleaded, giving you the puppy dog eyes he knew you couldn’t say no to. That smart angel must’ve mastered them at one point, otherwise they would’ve never worked on you in the first place.
Rolling your eyes you smiled, unable to say no to his excited expression and your need to see him in the suit jacket this time.
“Sure, Jjunie! But let’s get a dress shirt and bow first to put it all together, okay?”
It was just for... $100, right? For one night and everything would be alright, right?
But it was all worth it watching his face light up when you actually gave the final permission. His eyes crinkled in delight as they looked at you, and he happily grabbed the blue suit jacket hanging on the rack.
Yeonjun was very talented at making someone wait. Although this could be a good thing if the time called for it, it definitely wasn’t now. Even after you changed into an incredibly gorgeous dress (up to your imagination and what you prefer!) that had a cheap price of roughly $40 for a fancy wedding, he was still in the dressing room. Some part of you just wanted to burst in and help him with whatever he needed, but that would just be a plain invasion of privacy and you’d most likely see something you didn’t ever want to see.
No matter how many times you rubbed them, you swore you felt your eyes droop with boredom- a good 10 minutes of just being stuck sitting down on one of the couches the store had. Despite feeling tedious with doing nothing and staring at your phone over and over again, you felt a bit anxious. The dress was perfect- you felt confident in it and most importantly, comfortable. But what if Yeonjun thought it wasn’t... good? And you knew that you shouldn’t dress up for anyone- especially not him but even so! It wasn’t until you heard a shy call of your name that beckoned you over with a deep breath to calm your nerves.
The curtains wrapped around your arms as you opened them slowly out of hesitation, perhaps out of enjoyment of the sheer torture of anticipation, but there you saw him, staring at himself in the mirror with pure amazement. At that very moment you felt your heart skip a beat, your eyes gazing deeply into his soft brown ones that held nothing but appreciation towards you. It was funny that your legs wobbled as you forced yourself to walk towards him, pointing subtly to how... how incredibly handsome he looked in that outfit.
“Y-Yeonjun, you...” his eyes dropped down to your feet and quickly ran up your body, making your face heat up even more with embarrassment from how much he was already looking at you from the beginning. Now with the most soft smile and gentle crescent eyes he tilted his head, turning around and just the sight of making eye contact with him made you draw in a sharp gasp.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered with a voice so quiet that it was barely audible.
Your ears burned and you looked away just as quickly as you looked at him in the first place. What were you worrying about? You were confident and far comfortable in this dress already, but hearing from someone whom you knew supported you whenever you needed it... it could only inflate your ego twice fold.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased and scrunched your nose, “quite handsome for someone who’s pretending to be a human, in my opinion. But wait...” you trailed off, raising your eyebrow in amusement when you realized that something was off with his suit, “let me fix your tie for you, silly! How could you forget that?”
The compliment made his cheeks dust pink, and he pursed his lips as he looked into the mirror with embarrassment. Your hands fumbled a little with the tie a little and you stole a glance at Yeonjun to see his reaction. He was surprisingly calm like always- though his cheeks were a little bit pink, and he was silently staring at you as you tried to fix whatever he tried to do earlier. With how his chest heaved little by little, you only realized then of how close you were and how he could see... everything?
You weren’t sure how you were going to act like a couple there, honestly. If you were already freaking out the proximity between the two of you then... you probably didn’t stand a chance of convincing anyone! It was supposed to be a fun night, maybe with you dabbing at your eyes a little bit from how pretty the ceremony was, however what if you didn’t do well and everyone could see that you and Yeonjun weren’t as close as expected? Or better- no worse yet, what if you shamed yourself by tripping on something and eventually annoying your older sister even if it wasn’t intended?
By your worried expression on your face and how much time you spent together, your angel could piece together from the clues that something was definitely wrong. He knew it was from the wedding and wanted to help you, but he wasn’t sure how. To be honest, he had always thought that he didn’t do enough as your angel so he wanted to help you at least be more confident before working on the rest as his job.
You were just finished with correcting his mistake from earlier when Yeonjun gently took your hand in his, trying to stop you from panicking and overdoing the knot.
“Y/N.... look, everything is going to okay, alright? I promise you that I’ll be here for you but you just need to let go of everything- like the preparations for now and think about how happy your sister is happily getting married to the love of her life. It may be hard, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. Plus, you know that you can always lean on me whenever you need it right? I’m your guardian angel, and I want nothing more than to help you?” He whispered gently, tending to the aching stress in your mind with nothing but sweet words leaving his soft lips. You cupped his cheek affectionately for the first time, running your thumb over it a few times as he leaned into it.
“Thanks, Yeonjun,” you sighed, extremely thankful that he was there to reassure you time and time again even if it took a couple tries, “what would I do without you?” You asked willingly, despite knowing the answer.
He smirked smugly, dusting off his suit with pride, “you’d be fine, but I swear you’d just die in the first day from accidentally burning the house down.”
“Hey!” You shouted loud enough that probably anyone could hear it from outside of the dressing room, “Shut up, Jjun!”
While you were busy hauling all of Yeonjun’s stuff over- the tie, and your dress Yeonjun was already at the counter with your money, trying to charm the lady into giving you a discount. Based on physical appearances she was a little older than you, but still heavily captivated by all of his gestures and the way he smiled especially at her. The thought of them flirting made you roll your eyes- and guess what! You didn’t even have to think of it anyway! They were doing it right in front of you, making you gag as subtly as you could since you didn’t want to be rude. However it was just plain... gross, and you hated it more than anything you had ever witnessed.
Listen, you were quite grateful enough that Yeonjun was trying to knock down the price by being such a flirt, but could he take any longer? A strange bubbling feeling came from your chest as you looked at this scene, unable to stop rolling your eyes no matter how many times you tried to calm yourself. Wait, you didn’t even know what that feeling was. What was it supposed to mean and why were you feeling like that? It was as if you were... jealous...? But why?! It’s not like Yeonjun was yours- he was your angel, but he could do whatever he want with another person and you wouldn’t care! It must’ve been the way they were talking for so long about whatnot and everything at the same time.
Once again you huffed in annoyance watching the two of them flirt as if no one was watching... as if no one like you was witnessing the whole thing and clearly dying inside. But God, could they be less obvious than that?! All of that complimenting, googly blinking eyes, and sweet smiles were driving you absolutely insane. You were at the brink of just ending it all right there and then when you suddenly saw a tall figure excitedly stand in front of you.
“Y/N! Guess what! I was able to get a discount, can you believe it?”
Your eyebrows stitched together- you weren’t surprised, just a little disappointed that his plan had actually worked even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. The question was why, but you were way too heated at that moment to figure all that out.
“Oh, good for you. Now come on, let’s go home; I’m really tired,” you couldn’t help but mutter with a sarcastic tone.
Boy, lemme tell you- he didn’t buy it for a second.
“No, something’s wrong. You weren’t like this at all before. You know that I’m right here, Y/N... what’s bothering you?”
“Look, Yeonjun, I’m fine! There’s nothing wrong and it’s just because I’m tired!” You snapped harshly, all the patience from before depleting in a second.
He raised an eyebrow at your sudden wave of frustration, making you cling onto the bag of clothes even more. The pink plastic bag crinkled against your fingers, replacing the silent atmosphere between the two of you- though somehow making it more awkward that you were desperate to take back your answer. However Yeonjun only stayed quiet, most likely trying to find out the reason why you became like that. You cringed, just wanting to get out of there before he could question the abrupt change of your attitude when he interrupted you.
“Y/N... are you jealous?” He softly asked, carefully taking your hand into his for the nth time that day- perhaps to calm you down.
“J-jealous?” Your eyes widened and you placed the other hand over your chest defensively, “why would I be jealous?! There’s nothing to be jealous about!”
Definitely nothing to be jealous about when he was the one flirting with other people. You were clueless as to why you felt that way anyway- considering that it even worked and you spent less money- so whatever you were hoping for didn’t even matter in the first place!
Yeonjun kept teasing you incessantly, using his other hand to pat you on the top of your head, “it’s not a good look on you! You look much better happier, isn’t that right?”
You huffed with your cracked ego from how he realized it too quickly and turned around, pulling him along with a little smile on your face from how hard you were trying not to laugh at the clear worry written on his face plus the shocked noise he made a second ago.
“Ugh, let’s just go home! I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” you grumbled, trying to be upset and totally loving hating the way his fingers fit warmly against yours. Yeonjun only laughed as he caught up with you, trying to grab the pink plastic bag in your hands as some form of assistance. It wasn’t easy being your guardian angel, but he loved every singly moment he had with you- from the time he figured out you were jealous just now and to when you finally got home after such a long day...
your hands were connected the whole time.
The ruffling of feathers roused you in the middle of the night, a few of them softly falling on top of your cheek as your eyes slowly fluttered awake. Like always, you were going to ask Yeonjun what time it was since it was just as dark as it was when you decided to sleep. That was until you realized that he wasn’t beside you anymore, somehow disappearing even though he promised to stay by your side always.
You wondered if he actually left you, your heart dropping as if it was a 1000 pounds until you looked at the side of his bed, your eyes trailing up to meet the glistening periwinkle window. Beside it was your guardian angel, Yeonjun, thinking intensely, his wings fluttering as he looked longingly outside of it.
Letting out a tiny sigh of relief that he didn’t leave you, you shuffled out of your bed and took quiet steps towards him. You noticed how he stared into the clouds up above, his doe brown eyes sparkling as he leaned on one of his hands perched on the window sill. Seeing this was unusual for you, as you had never seen a vulnerable side of him before, a somber though wishful expression was painted on his face.
“Yeonjun? Is something wrong?”
Said angel tensed when he heard your voice before shifting to the side, giving you space to sit. You decided to look where he was looking because he didn’t answer your question, only to find nothing that caught your eye. Yeonjun watched as you shot him a confused look before exhaling shakily and closing his eyes.
“I miss my friends up in heaven... ever since I came here, I haven’t been able to see them at all...” his soft voice lamented as he searched hopelessly into the night above. “I wonder if they can see me taking care of you well since it’s been two months and more, but do you think they miss me too?”
Seeing the pain in his tender eyes even if he tried to hide it made your heart drop, the vulnerability of the situation only coming to light now as you watched his shoulders tremble in the gleaming moonlight.
“Oh, Yeonjun,” you murmured, feeling quite guilty and melancholy that you were the reason he couldn’t see them anymore, the sole reason why he was feeling this particular way. “I’m so sorry...”
“Don’t blame yourself,” he lamented with a small smile on his face, one of his fingers drawing perfect circles onto the window sill. Still you frowned to yourself, thinking of how selfish it was to have guardian angels in the first place when they obviously had lives of their own. The thought of Yeonjun smiling with his friends did nothing to calm your wistful heart as you desperately tried to come up with a solution of making him feel better.
Even if it was a small fragment in time, even if it wouldn’t do a lot for him in the long run you slowly reached out your arms to him, pulling him closer so that he would at least feel as if someone was by your side. Like always he was warm, causing you to move in deeper into his body whilst shuddering from the cool air around you.
“W-what are you doing?” He squeaked shyly, his movement uncertain from how his arms laid stagnant at his side.
You smiled gently once you heard that, rubbing your head against his as a sign that there was always someone by his side- just like how he was with you whenever you were in doubt. “I’m hugging you, silly. Don’t you know what a hug is?”
His touch was sweet as he wrapped his arms around you back carefully, as if testing the waters before he truly sunk into the warmness of your embrace. Truth be told, he had always seen many humans do it for the time he was a regular angel, but he didn’t know he’d like it this much. He could only revel in how much it felt good to loved by you; to be loved by someone who he never thought he would become friends with in the first place.
The way he hugged you back felt like pure heaven on Earth. Your fingers curled against his back, bringing him closer so that he’d know he was loved- something that you knew was true because by now, he really was engraved in your heart.
“Yeonjun?” You asked confused, when your angel didn’t answer.
“I know what a hug is,” he pouted, burying himself in your neck as lightly as he could. “it’s just that I’ve never felt it before...” Yeonjun paused for a second, his voice trailing off until he smirked into your skin, “but I love it.”
Your chuckles mixed with him as they echoed throughout the room, and you pulled away from him since it had been a while of kneeling uncomfortably on the floor together. “I’m so happy to hear it, Jjun... who knew you’d be a big fan of something like hugs?“
He rolled his eyes as a response, causing you to laugh once again.
“Do you think we could do this some time again?” His eyes pleaded as they gazed at you with love, begging you to stop in your place as you tried to get up. You faltered for a second, and your knees fell flat against the gray carpet again. The thought of holding him for a second made you smile, and you couldn’t help but pull him for another one after hearing how much he adored receiving any type of affection.
“Of course, my angel,” you sighed happily as you embraced him warmly, “I’ll hold you tight for eternity.”
He laughed deep within his chest, giving you some type of butterflies in your stomach that you had never felt before until now. You didn’t know how to feel with a swift pounding heart, but for now... you were just going to have him next to you for as long as you possibly could.
At that moment- when he heard you call him that, he came up with a nickname of his own to call you. He hoped you wouldn’t mind, but with how sweetly you called him your angel...? It made him feel incredibly warm inside.
“Me too, my angel... I’ll be here with you for eternity.”
Posted: July 26, 2021 (4:14pm)
Thoughts: I am so so sorry for the late update for this chapter! I worked really hard on it these past few weeks, even with singing at a wedding and a whole roadtrip to Florida (which I am currently going through now- in the time that I’m editing this at like 4pm) to bring a sweet, sweet chapter like this for you <3 like just angel yeonjun hugging you... the need to have it rn like pls. Tbh I might put this whole story on hold since school is already coming up in a few weeks and I haven’t done my summer homework??? So sorry if I do, but for now I’m going to take a well deserved rest in Florida ! Also thoughts on having a taglist? Just ask if you want to be part of it hehe~ but thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoy the future chapters of this book!
meg: kai, are you stupid or what??? y/n thinks (is assuming) taehyun tweeted about her 🙄
kai: oh? oh hahahahaha
HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.
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"... we're going to be busy but I'm sure keeping you company."
— another repost from my old account, i did some revisions and proofreading & i like it better now haha
He walked in, he just walked inside the coffee shop you're used to hang out after school before going home. To read books, finish your assignments, or just to take a break and eat your favorite freshly-made bread. You considered the place heaven with how it easily ease off any troubles and worries you had for the whole day at school but god, the way your heart is racing right now caused by the man who just walked past you.
His pitch black mullet hair, that chess board-like sweater matching those cute pants and oh- that's a cool sneakers huh? Cute. You thought to yourself, not-so subtly checking his side profile out as he was ordering at the counter.
You wonder where is he studying, or if he’s still studying because there's a lot of schools in this place, it's hard to guess. But you would love to know what his major is, his hobbies, how he likes his eggs cooked. You squealed silently, embarrassed of your own thoughts.
You noticed he is still waiting for his order, you turn your head to look at the people passing through, wanting to distract yourself from stalking the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.
What if he had a girlfriend? or boyfriend? Do you think he's single? Well he does look intimidating but in a very good kind of way, you know... maybe he's nice and easy to be friends with. Is he the sweet type of person or a tsundere type? You giggled as you turn back your head at his way. Oh he's gone...
And someone cleared their throat.
"Is this seat taken?" said the man who’s standing proudly across you. Shoot it was him! You’re totally malfunctioning at the moment as you try to get a grip of the reality that he maybe noticed you ogling him since he entered the store.
You turned your head slowly to get a look at him, forcing a smile that looks anything but genuine. Awkwardly laughing as you nod, offering him the seat across you.
"Yes, you can... sit..." you replied, smiling sheepishly.
Your palms are getting sweaty as you try to relieve your nervousness by picking at the hem of your shirt, wishing that the floor would just swallow you completely or maybe some kind of emergency will happen just to save yourself from this unpleasant situation.
"I just noticed..." he started.
"No! No! I didn't mean to look like a creep! I’m not checking you out, I just think you're-" you rambled as you try to explain yourself out of your own conclusions hoping that he won't sue you for stalking even though you're not really stalking him.
"Oh, sorry..." he continued, leaning back to his chair making himself comfortable as he look at you with those sharp yet mesmerizing eyes as though he was luring you more through his stares.
"... I don't do relationships, I don't actually date but... if you want we can meet later at night after-" he explained which you immediately interrupted, getting more flustered with the thought of having a one night thing with the guy. He’s definitely out of your league, you thought.
I mean, not that you don't think you’re pretty but like, you’re also sure he’s a social butterfly and a famous student in their campus, which is a very cool thing. But you feel like he is clearly living in a different world from you. You mostly enjoy going to parks and biking which he may not be into and you’re not that glad with the thought of you being seen with a campus heather. It’s not that you’re completely smitten with the man. Not at all.
"I didn't mean it like that! I just think you're cool and I kind of want to be friends with you... I guess?" you suggested, arching both your eyebrows as though you’re not expecting the worst response.
"Okay..." he answered as he took a bite from his bread, he beamed, impressed by the taste of the croissant. That's your pick, you thought as you flash a friendly smile before giving him a thumbs up. He grinned as he noticed that you have the same order, interesting.
"So do you want to be lunch buddies?" he stated out of the blue. moving his two fingers mimicking the "..." sign. You didn’t expect that offer at all, but you’re not complaining as you giggled quietly, shyness evident to your face while you daydream about seeing him at this cafe every day.
"Okay..." you answered. Leaning towards him acting cool, just like he did earlier which caused a charming boyish chuckle to erupt from his lips, and god he's so gorgeous for that. "What are you doing?" he replied, scoffing playfully at you like he didn't know what you're doing.
"What? I told you I think you're cool so I'm copying you." you shrugged before giving him another smile, a genuine one feeling as though the nervousness that has been eating you alive is slowly fading, replacing with comfort and familiarity.
Cute, he thought.
Week has passed, and your not-so lunch dates are becoming frequent that even your weekend lunches are spent together, laughing and telling never-ending stories to each other, it feels so nice and you never expected to have a friend like him. You learned a lot about him, you discovered that he sings, he is a part of a music club in his school, he’s quiet good academically, and a bookworm too which is why he was pretty popular. He had 3 exes before and stopped when none of them worked out, and now he was trying to survive the college life by focusing on his studies so he just settled to hook-ups and casual flirts and vice versa, he also learned a lot about you. From your college major, your past relationships, your hobbies, interests, you’re love for movies, your dried flower collections, and more of your small but remarkable interests that he find adorable.
Today is also one of those lunch dates with Yeonjun but it is quiet different from the others because you know you arrived just in time but the man sitting at your usual place seems to be in that position since yesterday. He was so lost in the pile of papers and books in front of him. Yes, he said you will both review for the finals but you didn't except this kind of setup with him at the coffee shop. He looks so endearing sitting busily, completely lost at his own element by the window.
He went to get your order the moment you sat on your seat and his second cup of coffee, he haven't said anything other than a smile. You look at the book he has been reading. “Hmm…” you agreed to yourself, as you remembered that time when he told you that he sucked at that subject. He's been taking too long so you decided to arrange your things and maybe start taking notes while waiting when he handed you your cup of coffee, "Oh thank you." you muttered slowly getting lost at reading your pointers to review, taking note on what you should study first.
You noticed that he's already settled to his position again, and you wanting to watch him get lost in his own world again, you lift up your head to peak at him only to see the guy already staring at you.
"What?" you asked, arching your eyebrow at him only to receive a playful scoff from the man followed by him rolling his eyes.
You glared at him before going back to your business when you were stopped by a large hand suddenly holding yours. Gosh, you thought your breath got taken away for a second.
What the f*ck is he thinking? Why is he doing this? But you’re not complaining though.
"Are you right-handed?" he questioned, smile evident from his tone of voice. You wonder if he feels the butterflies too.
"Ah, no- I'm left-handed, right?"
"Oh- okay..." he began, removing his hand before replacing your right by his other hand.
"... we're going to be busy but I'm sure keeping you company." he added which you replied with a squeeze on his hand.
"Why are you so cheesy today?" you snickered as you put away your papers to focus on him.
He laced his fingers with yours as he try to catch your eyes with his gaze. He looks different today, though the way he dress is still the same old eboy Yeonjun but his vibe is different in this light, there is some kind of feeling that you can't make out, a feeling that your heart can only explain.
"Am I chessy?" he snorted which followed by a cheeky smile.
He stared at you for a moment. "I suddenly remembered Hoshino from one of my favorite books..." he started, waiting for your reply.
"Tell me about it?" you wondered what he was talking about as you squeezed his hand affectionately as though telling him to go on with his ramblings.
"On the story he followed Mr. Nakata just because, without a reason and for me..." he stopped abruptly before putting your palm against his cheek.
"...I'm glad I talked to you that day just because." he admitted, the smitten smile taking its reign on his face looking like an angel trapped inside this giant guy’s body.
As you stared at the man in front of you, with those captivating eyes of him as though he was telling you a thousand words that no language can translate — that's when you realized what you have is something special.
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𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 near the end of august this year
𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 heather was wild, heather broke rules and heather hated classical music with a burning passion. befriending herfather's business partner's son was not in the list of things a toddler heather ever planned on doing, but alas. park jay grew to be the air she breathed and the life she lived for, though choi yeonjun was the life she would die for.
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 yeonjun is mostly referred to by his english name; daniel. hospital!au, so obviously mentions of injuries, illnesses, physical trauma, mental trauma, death, traffic accidents, suicid*al tendencies and more. childhood friends to lovers! platonic yeonjun! yeonjun, jay, fem!oc trio. parental divorce. a few classical music references.
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“Hello! My name is Jeongseong Park, but you can call me Jay!” she blinked twice, clutching the hems of the older woman’s skirt. The short stature of the younger boy leaned to its side, his head tilting curiously. “Is she shy?”
She chuckled, affectionately running her fingers through her daughter’s soft locks of light hair— well, lighter than his, at least. “She really isn’t most of the time, dear. Maybe she just doesn’t feel well right now.”
She held the chubby hands that tighten around the fabric on her waist, crouching down to the little girl’s height. Her frown seemed evident by the way her brows narrow, big and bright eyes hesitant on meeting her mothers’.
“Come on, Heather. Don’t you think that it’s a little rude to not greet the young man?”
“I don’t want to.” She had a higher voice than he was used to, but that was only because he had been hanging around older people all the time, excluding the other boys his teacher had introduced him to in his new class last month. He took slight offense to that statement, however cooly his outer kiddy demeanor covered it.
Without wasting a single moment, her mother beats him for a response. “You have to make friends, darling. Don’t you think he seems nice?”
The unintentional innocence that radiates off her peer takes Heather off guard. He did seem nice enough with his doe-like eyes focused on the tropical mix capri sun, struggling to poke through the plastic with his thin, orange straw. He seemed like he liked to feed pigeons with his bread even if he himself was hungry.
She liked that— he didn’t look like those older kids that always draw on the walls behind school. She hated those third graders with a passion, but Jay seemed nice enough. He didn’t wear those black ripped jeans and shirts and he didn’t sport their messy hair. All of those kids did and they were mean towards even the teachers.
She wondered if their clothes and style were the problem, but maybe that would be a little shallow of her. Daniel always told her not to judge anyone by their face, body or clothes, so she would always trust his judgement and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t the clothes that made them seem rude.
Daniel was always right, he was probably the only person that told her that, though— he was the nicest person Heather knew of in her six years of life. He told her that she needed to be nice and accepting of everyone. He was older than her, almost ten years old. That was, in her mind, ancient enough to be considered as good as an adult like her mother and father.
She took in a deep breath, reluctantly letting the silk between her fingers go and came out into the open. “Fine,” she mutters underneath her breath. Daniel would be very proud of her, “My name’s Heather. I will be seven years old on the twenty-first of March. I hope we can be good friends.”
The young boy takes a look at her extended hand, thinking about how odd of an introduction this whole thing was. But he accepts the very formal shake of hand anyways, his smile lighting up the room within seconds. “I’ll be seven after you will, then! My birthday is in April.”
Nodding, she leaned back to inspect his attire. He had weird hair, she noticed. “You have weird hair.” Her mother gasped, “Little lady, that is not how you speak to people.” Though her mother reprimanded her, to which she took no caution to, she was a tad bit taken aback by the quiet snort that had escaped the odd boy’s lips just now.
“It’s okay, I hate it, too.” He did? “My dad thinks that all boys have to have this hair at least once in their life, so he made our hairdresser cut it this way. I like those hairs that they show on television, though! The ones where they cut it short until here and leave it long on top.”
Did he mean an undercut, Mrs. Brown scratched her head with wonder. She shook her head, accepting defeat and patted Heather’s shoulders. “I have to attend to my work, Heather, so why don’t you go off with Jay here and play with him a little bit until Ben’s father comes to pick you up for your music class later this afternoon?”
“But, I told you that I don’t like classical music. Do I still have to go?” She tugs at the hem of her mother’s crisp white blouse, an unhappy look etched onto her childish features. She supposed she didn’t look all that intimidating, but she liked to believe that she was either way, however intimidating her puffy cheeks and pigtails could be.
“Heather Brown, you will attend these classes for as long as we tell you to. You must grow up to be as refined as possible, understood? Don’t you think that it would be nice to be able to play the violin well? Look, even Jay here takes piano lessons! And I heard from his mother that he is an excellent student.” The six year-old gave the poor fellow a side glance, backtracking on her older thoughts for a moment.
Scratch that, maybe she did dislike him just a little bit now.
Resigning to her fate, she pulled away, “Okay, I’ll do it for you.” With a satisfied nod, the older woman took her silent leave and Heather watched as the tall doors click closed, leaving her alone with her new acquaintance in a large hall surrounded by glass windows, the bright twelve p.m. sun peeking through the thin grey sun blockers.
“My mom tells me that it’s always good for you to wear sunscreen,” Jay took notice of the way she seemed stuck on the way the beams of light escaped through the cracks. He pulled his miniature version of a duffel bag out of the large cupboard from the back of the office, navigating his way through the leather seats of the oval oak table to accommodate for large meetings.
“Do you want some? I was told that you have to apply it every two hours.” She stared at the uncapped orange bottle, a tiny bit— pea sized, if she had to give it a relatively accurate description of the amount— of the creamy substance already on the back of his palm.
Why was their first conversation alone about the many effects of under-protection from the harmful rays of the sun, Heather never knew. Though he might have been a little odd, she supposed he wasn’t that bad of a kid. As far as she could see, he was just her mother’s husband’s friend’s son who had a knack for knowing the most random of knowledge that no six year old usually could know of— he also liked dancing, but she wasn’t about to tell him that she liked that small bit of fact.
Heather made her first friend the same age as her at six years old. She didn’t like his haircut— and neither did he— but he was nice enough to let her draw stars on his cheeks with face paint on the first day he met her.
you sniff as you wipe the tears from your cheeks. as you sit on the bench, your eyes fall on a random couple taking a moonlit stroll through the park, hand in hand together before they lean in to share a loving kiss.
you groan and look away, feeling repulsed at the mere idea of loving someone again. breakups had always happened to be ugly for you, and this breakup you had experienced merely an hour before was arguably the worst one you had to go through so far.
you start to become immersed in your thoughts again before being suddenly interrupted with a deep and concerned voice.
“y/n are you okay?”
you jump, startled, and turn around from your seat. there stood your best friend yeonjun, his eyes peeking out from under his hoodie. you frantically rub your eyes attempting to hide your tears, but ultimately fail as he wipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye.
yeonjun pulls you closer as he mumbles, “it’s alright, i’m here now,” while holding you so tightly as if you would disappear. “i’ll always be here for you.”
as he tells you about how he already heard the news and cursed out your ex for treating you this way, you couldn’t help but think about how safe and secure you felt in yeonjun’s arms. you had never felt more at home than in that moment alone.
maybe it wouldn’t be so hard loving again when choi yeonjun existed in your life.
genre: fluff! no warnings whatsoever, just pouty txt!
He would be so offended, but in a totally joking way. He really doesn't care because let's be honest he probably likes the group too but he will definitely tease you. "Wowwww my s/o likes another group more than mine? Wowwwww y/n wow," and you're just like okay whatever dramatic ass. He'll laugh about it though because like I said he's only joking around!
I think that he'd acknowledge it but not really care too much. You're free to wear what you want, he's not going to tell you to not wear something. I do however think the other boys would tease him so bad though. They'd find the situation really funny, especially since he's leader. I can already hear Beomgyu or Yeonjun being like "Soobin look at y/n, oooh they like that group more. How do you feel?" while shoving a pretend mic in his face. Now that probably annoys him but you wearing another groups merch...not so much!
Sigh. This man will whine until you change into TXT merch. Sorry, I don't make the rules here. He will be so hurt, like why would you do this to him? Why must his s/o like other groups! He's joking...kinda. Will toss you some of their merch though and be like, "Next time you should wear this." Then he'll walk away with a little smirk, you know the one.
He literally does not care. Wear what you want baby, he couldn't careless. You wanna wear a potato sack? Go ahead! A garbage bag? Go ahead! He doesn't care. Yeah he'll notice it, but to be honest he just doesn't care. You're your own person and he's fine with whatever you decide to wear. Will the other boys make a big deal? Most likely (looking at you beomjun) but he'll just tell them to shut up.
I'm a bit mixed on how kai would react. On one hand, he would probably be a bit happy about it, especially if it's a group that he knows and is close with. He'd even go as far as asking said group if he could have some merch to gift you. On the other hand I could see him become a bit pouty about it, not because he's jealous or upset but because he wants you to show off TXT too!
coco's final note: this was inspired by a hq reactions one I read a while back but I don't remember who wrote it :(