Discover Top Posts Tagged with #losermylover

I'll Take What I Can Get ; Choi Yeonjun - MASTERLIST

OVERVIEW

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

And when Lalima asks Yeonjun to be her first kiss, of course he jumps at the chance. He doesn't care that she is going to see other people afterwards; because Yeonjun, besotted as he is, will take what he can get. All he has to do is pretend he doesn't jerk off to photos of her every night, that he isn't hopelessly enamoured with her and everything else will be fine. Right?

That's what he thinks.

Neither of them realise it's the beginning of… something… that could change their lives forever. For the better or worse, his life is inextricably entwined with Lalima, and reason knows how long he can hold on before the sight of her breaks him.

current word count : 30k a slowburn friends to lovers with smut - MDNI

1 ☆ I'm On Your Side

I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

And when Lalima asks Yeonjun to be her first kiss, of course he jumps at the chance. All he has to do is pretend he doesn't jerk off to photos of her every night, that he isn't hopelessly enamoured with her and everything will be fine. Right?

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

masterlist . next >

you drive me crazy i thought i could spark my love on fire for you

☆ FREEZING POINT - RAVI, feet. Xydo

Yeonjun feels his phone buzz in his pocket and smiles. It was about time for his friend to send him drunk messages.

His grin is awash in the light from his phone as he presses on the notification that he got - a video from Lalima sent to his number. He walks to a quieter corner of the bar, holding the screen closer to his face so he can hear her words clearer, see her better.

In the video, Lalima takes a long puff of that guava vape that she loves. It reminds her of the fruit back home, of India — and reminds Yeonjun of her promises to take him there one day. She blows the smoke at the camera and lifts her lips into a sweet smile, eyes crinkling as she tilts her head onto her shoulder.

"Juni! Welcome to Drunk Adventures with Lima, episode..."

Twenty-four, Yeonjun whispers at the screen, even thought she can't hear him.

"Well anywayyyyy. I'm at the kebab joint, but you already know that because, duh, I told you before I left. Got us both chicken but I'll eat mine with you so you don't have to suffer soggy kebab by yourself. Uhmm…" Lalima squints as if trying to remember what she was saying. "Yuri was teasing Ember for watching Criminal Heads instead of sitting with all of us when we pulled all those tables together into a dining table, do you remember that?"

Lima stares earnestly into the camera, before remembering that she is in fact taking a video, not talking to Yeonjun in real life.

"Well anyway— wait, what was I talking about?"

Yuri's head pops into the screen and she rolls her eyes. "Sweetie, you were telling Yeonjun about me being mean to Ember?"

Lima gasps dramatically and Yeonjun chuckles at the sight of her wide eyes. "You were being mean to Ember? No, you were just teasing Ember for not sitting at our dining table. Juni, then I started crying because, do you know, Ember the best friend ever, she's so kind and sarcastic and I love her, even more than I love you, I'm sorry to say Juni. Anyway, I started crying and—"

That was the end of the message, but Yeonjun only has to wait a few seconds before he recieves another video from her. In this one her cheek is smeared with what looks like tomato sauce, and Yeonjun snorts at the sight of Lalima noticing it through her camera and using a hot chip to take it off her face.

"Juni I'm so sorry I just fell asleep and bumped my head on the table, I nearly smoosheled my chips." She holds up her not-smoosheled bag of hot chips and beams at the camera.

Yeonjun pauses the video there - someone calls out his name from behind him. "Soobin? What's up."

Soobin hands him a beer and gestures to the bar behind him. A rowdy group of their friends had come out to celebrate Soobin's birthday, and it was late enough into the night for them all to have split into smaller groups for adventures, one being Lalima and whoever wanted to make the drunk trek with her. "Nothing, just checking in on you. You good? Party getting too much, or...?"

He shake his head and points to his phone. "Just watching Drunk Adventures with Lalima episode twenty-four."

At this, Soobin chuckles. "Ooh, your favourite show." Being Lalima's friends, they've both gotten her drunk messages multiples times, and even though sometimes it's an excessive number of videos of her rambling nonsense, it is entertaining to watch her antics. "I'll let you have fun with that then."

Soobin leaves with a wave, and Yeonjun turns his attention back to his phone. Except the bar feels too loud now, and he steps out into outside area that was lined with tables and seats, all empty due to the chill in the air. He buttons up his jacket and hits play on the video.

Lalima pops a hot chip into her mouth and nods sagely, waving another chip at the camera with a wink of her round, brown eyes.

"These are actually good chips. Or I'm just drunk and you shouldn't let my unreliable tongue pretend to be a food critic today. Ah, you should however let me take your jacket!"

Yeonjun smiles at his screen again. When he walked into the bar wearing his new denim jacket, Lima had immediately laid claim to it and started heaping compliments on him. Sure, she does that for everyone, but it was always genuine.

He couldn't help revelling in her praises. She does that to people - whether you're a stranger or her ultimate best friend, Lalima always has a kind word to offer.

"Juni and also, I wanted to also tell you, that on the way to the kebab spot, everyone needed to pee so we went to the public bathroom, but on the way! We saw Dreue! Do you remember Dreue? The absolute hunk of meat I wanna chew on from when I did volleyball?"

He remembers; Dreue is one among the many people that Lima regularly thirsts over. As she's always ready to say, not only does he have a 'sexy hot-bod' because of boxing, swimming and volleyball, but Dreue and Lalima went to the same primary school when they were younger. Yeonjun also knows that Lalima only thinks he's good look and doesn't actually have a crush on him, but that doesn't stop the angry pout from crumpling his mouth.

"Anyway, yummy Dreue was at this other bar, so I went in there to get a shot and then he came to me and started chatting me up! He gave me a hug and he smells sooo good, oh my god, like leather and whisky, and he said he liked my hair! And he touched it like his!"

Lalima demonstrates, curling her fingers through the locks of her that fall against her neck. She had chopped it all off last night, then immediately cried about how much she hated the new look. It had taken Ember an hour - and a video call from Yeonjun - to convince her that she looked fine, that she just needed to sleep on it to feel better about it,but now she was positively vibrating with confidence. Yeonjun wanted to be annoyed that Dreue had her giddy and giggling like this, but her excitement was contagious.

"And! Juni! He complimented my nose studs and said he was thinking of getting a nose ring too and oh my god! Can you imagine Dreue with a nose ring!"

His eyes soften at her animated expressions, the soft lisp on her words that she has when she's drunk and the way her nose crinkles when she grins. Someone in the background of her video teases her as she blows another puff of vape smoke into the camera. Yeonjun pulls out his own vape, a gift from Lima in the same guava flavour, and takes a deep inhale, pretending she was next to him.

"Oh Juni! This is Drunk Adventures with Lalima episode... something, and our kebabs are ready so I will see you soon!"

Yeonjun sets his phone down with a sigh. It had barely been forty minutes since he last saw her and yet here he was, lamenting the streets that separated them. Maybe I should go meet her in the middle to walk her back? Gah she's literally on her way, why can't I be normal? At this point I should have just gone with her. That's it, from now on I will join all her adventures and be super chill and normal about it and not at all clingy.

He drops his head into his hands, bemoaning his predicament. Yeonjun met Lalima five years ago, when they were both nineteen, at a Halloween party hosted by a mutual friend. He dressed up as Cat Noir from the show Miraculous as a gag, but found himself face-to-face with someone costumed as Ladybug.

They didn't even catch each other's names at the time, but ended up doing an impromptu photo shoot together at the behest of Lalima's best friend Ember. Yeonjun had wanted to talk to her, to see what face was under that red half-mask, but she would be whisked away by another person that knew her any time he thought he could introduce himself.

Five months passed before he saw her again, at the house warming for the place he, Soobin and Huening Kai were able to start renting together. He learned then that it was his friend Taehyun's girlfriend, Yuri, that invited Lalima and blessed him with her presence.

Talking to her didn't go as smooth as he had planned though. Yeonjun had thought his usual pickup lines would do the trick, but instead Lalima had laughed in his face when he asked her if she hurt herself when she fell from heaven, told him that 'no, but my hands do hurt after crawling up from hell'. Every time he tried to flirt with her from then on, it either whooshed over her head or she misunderstood and used it as an opportunity to ramble about some book she had read.

It seemed that she was simply not interested, so he accepted that loss and focussed on nurturing a frindship with her, working his way from only seeing her at big parties every few months to monthly hangouts at his or her house with Taehyun, Yuri and others - and finally to hanging out by themselves.

He learned about her many fictional love interests (blorbos, as she liked to call them), that she does a little dance in her seat when the food in front of her is just so delicious, that she would drop anything at a moment's notice to help a friend out.

Yeonjun memorised all of her different laughs and all the ways to bring them out - his most coveted was the raucous sort that was yanked out of her when something was so ridiculous that she would grab onto and shake the person next to her with sheer glee.

Unfortunately for him, he also learned that she had sworn off love because of a loser she knew around the time Yeonjun first met her. No matter how he tried to convince her that love isn't so scary that you need to hide from it forever, she never really listened to him. She was content behind the wall she had built to protect her against romance.

It was three years ago, after a fight with his mother and him arriving at her doorstep spilling tears, that he realised there was only one person who he wanted to see first after every good and bad moment in his life. It was not a realisation he welcomed. In fact, he was perturbed that his little crush on Lalima might become too obvious and drive her away, but he did his best to making sure she wouldn't suspect a thing, talking about made-up crushes and his sexual adventures in an effort to at least entertain her.

She didn't know however, that he had stopped seeing people casually a year ago, when he called out Lalima's name while buried in another woman. Suffice to say he was kicked out immediately - as deserved - and only then admitted to himself how far he had fallen for Lalima.

Maybe he was a masochist, for staying and further entwining his life with her's more and more every day. For staying when he knew that if he got too greedy he could lose her, for being unable to see her any less when his heart was so warm and relaxed around her.

She was so lovely, her hands soft when they squished his cheeks, her eyes positively sparkling when she shared her knowledge about books and publishing agencies, and about the world she was building in the series she's working on right now, that quizzical expression when a particularly hard-to-write section came up… Even on the days they are together, her fingers fly across her computer keyboard for so long that Yeonjun has to pull her away to massage her hands before they sprain

Lalima's love of writing, her active pursual of her passion, is what spurred Yeonjun to follow his dancer dreams too, despite his mother's insistence on him becoming a data analyst. Perhaps he felt that he owed her the rest of his life - she *did *inspire him to save himself from the drudgery of living a life that was never going to make him happy.

And that brought Yeonjun to this day, craning his head for a peek of the woman who preoccupied most of his waking moments. He jumps to his feet when he hears her drunken giggle float down the street.

He steps out to the footpath and finally, there she is, stumbling along the path and twirling around behind the group before hooking her elbow through Ember's arm. Behind Yeonjun, Taehyun comes out of the bar and joins him, pulling his beanie down to cover his ears and then catching Yuri in a sweet hug and a deep kiss.

Lalima's face lights up when she see Yeonjun. He lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding, hands in his pockets and chest pumping blood to his befuddled brain. Lalima giggles when he closes his eyes against the smoke she gently blows in his face, and when he opens them again, she's right there, in front of him, pressing a kebab into his hand and waggling her eyebrows at him in anticipation of their food.

"Let's go somewhere else to eat, those two are so cute it makes me wanna throw up." He follows her glance to Taehyun, who was whispering something scandalous, as apparent by the blush that spreads across Yuri's face. "Damn couples. Blehck." Lalima kicks the air in their direction jokingly, cutely sticking her tongue out at the lovesick pair.

"Gross, right?" Yeonjun copies her air-kick and she giggles. "Let's sit in that corner, there's a honeysuckle bush there that we can pick through for a sweet treat."

"Ahh you know me so well Juni!"

"Of course, We're a team, remember? I'm on your side."

She smiles that sunshine-smile of hers, the one that eases every ache in those lucky enough to see it even when she's drunk, squeezing his elbow for just a moment. "I know. I'm on your side, too."

masterlist . next >

lmk if u wanna be on the taglist ^^

chapter dividers by @uzmacchiato <3 pls give them some loving

so originally i started this fic back in late 2021 !! and finally now, five years later i am getting on top of it again haha :3

it's genuinely been so long since iv written and posted so i hope you love it ! keep ur eyes peeled for the next chapter too :))

04 ☆ Every Tiny Move You Make

I’ll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

Neither of them realise it's the beginning of... something... that could change their lives forever. For the better or worse, his life is inextricably entwined with Lalima, and reason knows how long he can hold on before the sight of her breaks him.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

< previous . masterlist . next >

lovers in the night we could be strangers in the light if it's going too fast for you we don't need to put a label on it do we now?

☆ Lovers In The Night - Seori

"So you went through with it?"

Ember stares at Lalima in slight disbelief, pushing her glasses up her nose with the tip of her index finger and mussing her blonde bob. She had come home exhausted from work to find Lalima in the throes of her chores and making dinner. Now, they are seated in front of the TV with a plate of gochujang rose pasta as an intense fight scene in their current anime plays in the background.

"Yeah, it was really nice. Yeonjun was so chill about it."

"Mmmm I'm sure he was." Ember narrows her eyes at her, biting on her fork thoughtfully. "You really think this won't change you two?"

Lalima shakes her head decisively and leans back into the couch. "No way, nothing's gonna change. I know him, he's my Yeonjun – safe, reliable and a total nutcase, and he doesn't over complicate things. It couldn't have been anyone else."

"Well how was it then?"

"It was so good, genuinely a perfect first kiss. I thought it was just gonna be a peck yano, but it was a proper snog where he took the lead and I could just enjoy it. And we had a picnic! I'm had so much fruit, I'm pretty sure I ants will come to eat me tonight." Her grin is creased tight, like she didn't want to be seen as giddy as she feels.

Ember sets her plate aside and tucks her feet under her, a knowing expression flitting across her face. "So… Choi Yeonjun takes Lalima Menon out for a picnic that was definitely not a date and passionately gives her her first kiss, and I'm meant to believe that this absolutely will not reawaken a 5 year old crush on Yeonjun?"

"Yep. Queen, I love when you believe me without a hint of doubt."

"Queen, of course, I definitely don't think you're delulu at all."

Lalima smiles brightly and they turn back to the show. She goes through the motions of finishing dinner, washing the dishes, showering and brushing her teeth and slipping into bed - but even sandwiched between her toasty blankets and plushies, she couldn't keep her mind on track to fall asleep.

Ember's words had undone the tight lid she had held down on her confusing thoughts since Yeonjun dropped her home. She tosses and turns for an hour, maybe longer, unable to pinpoint what had her so restless, what made the very air feel so thick it was like breathing honey.

There isn't a sensible explanation for why she didn't tell Ember that she and Yeonjun fell asleep in each other's arms, or that she knows what his breath on the back of her neck feels like, what his fingers pulling her head back tingles like. She couldn't tell her about how Yeonjun pulled her into his lap, the way his voice whined when he sighed her name, that at one point their chests were crushed together, that she had to hide the trembling of her hands when Yeonjun finally let her go and spent a nerve-wracking stretch of time drinking in every part of her face. She definitely can't say that he calls her sweetheart sometimes.

Well, she could have said all this, but she didn't, and she won't. She can imagine the choice words Ember would have for her and the teasing that would ensue. Anyway, saying it out loud would make it bigger than it was.

With a huff, she rolls over again. She squeezes her eyes shut, but instead of darkness, it's Yeonjun's face that she see. It's her view from this morning; when she woke up and looked down to find his head on her shoulder and his arm slung across her chest. Of his stunned demeanor when they play-wrestled, when she pinned him down and his gaze dragged low along her body. And more and more, her brain running her through the billions of times she had ever seen him, ever seen him seeing her.

Lalima snaps up in bed, sheets rumpled at her waist and hand patting over her chest in an attempt to soothe her heart rate down again.

It's because it was my first kiss, not because it was Yeonjun. This is exactly why it doing it with him was a good idea, in a day or two I will calm down and everything will be back to normal again. Just imagine if this was Dreue, or some random date! I'd go crazy thinking it's because of a crush, instead of a very natural reaction to my first kiss. That's it. I just need to get through tonight and when I see Yeonjun next I'll remember how I'm supposed to feel about him.

Ignoring the part of her that knew she is lying, she tucks herself back under the blankets to descend into restless slumber.

A few days later, Lalima digs around in her jar of sunflower seeds, picking a few to crack open with her teeth and discarding the shell.

She is in Yeonjun's dance studio, curled up into the fire engine red couch that, along with the table her laptop sat on, were shoved into an alcove at the far end from the entrance - a makeshift office for Yeonjun and his team. He and two other dancers split the studio among themselves, teaching two days a week each and hosting dance circles fortnightly.

Quiet often, she finds herself holed up in this corner with her earbuds in, clacking away on her laptop to make progress on her manuscript. Yeonjun always takes the opportunity to glance at her through the studio mirrors while he teaches his students, and in between classes he either collapses next to her or peels her off the couch to make her stretch her legs.

He is nearly done for the day, the choreography for his intermediate classes are sorted and he just needs to run through it a few more times to make it stick in their heads. It's his dream come true to support himself through dance and he makes the most of it; spare days are spent creating choreographies and picking up gigs as a backup dancer for other performers.

"Ready Lima? God I'm exhausted, I'mma shower and we can go."

"Sure, you did great Sweaty." Lalima grins cheekily at him. Yeonjun pulls a devious face, cocking his eyebrows ridiculously high and tilting his head downward to look up at her with a shit-eating smirk. Then he looms over her, threatening to capture her with his sweat-slick body even as she giggles and bats him away. "No, bad Sweaty! No hugs until after soap you freak!"

"Wow, just say you hate me, it'll hurt less."

Lalima just sticks her tongue out at him, and she starts packing as he slips into the bathroom that offshoots from the office-alcove. She zips up her laptop case and then - halfway to stuffing said case into her bag - she pauses when Yeonjun turns the water on.

In the shower.

Where he was naked, and just a few meters away from her.

And?! Who cares? She hastily puts her bag down and steps away from the bathroom, turning her back to it. The floor is incredibly fascinating to her right now and she studies it instead of acknowledging the heat rising in her cheeks. Okay, I am going to bury Ember alive. Clearly, her insinuating I could have a crush on Yeonjun has confused my poor lizard brain. I need to chill the fuck out.

Her heart-rate just falls under her control again when Yeonjun's voice floats through the door.

"Lima! I forgot my towel in my bag, can you get it for me?"

Oh good lord, I'm gonna bury this freak right next to Ember… She takes a shaky breath and reaches for his dance-bag on the couch, digging in it to pull out the traitorous towel. The bathroom door seems a lot more ominous than a moment ago, but she steels herself and cracks the door open enough to stick her arm in. "Here, Jun."

"Thanks Limabean." Yeonjun's fingers graze her hand and the weight of his towel leaves with his touch. She snatches herself back, clicking the door shut and trying very hard to not think about what is behind the one-and-a-half-inches of wood that she rests her forehead on for a moment. The red couch receives her as she flops over it ungracefully, face buried in her hands.

Yeonjun comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, the ends of his dark brown locks curling against his neck and dripping water on his fresh, white tank. She sits up and and gives him a once over, deciding then that he is being difficult by walking around all… alluring like that. Baggy jeans hanging low enough on his hips for the top of his underwear band to peek above, that cursed tank that shows off his dancer build, and a black cap that he pops on backwards after carding his hair back - Yeonjun is basically a walking billboard saying Take A Bite Outta Me!

At least, that's what Lalima thinks. She is very pointedly keeping her mind away from the fact that Yeonjun is simply existing, and she is the one who is entertaining all of these improper thoughts about him, she is the one who is checking him out like a degenerate.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yeonjun bends at the waist to meet her at eye-level and flicks her forehead. A drop of water lands cold on her arm and he wipes it away mindlessly, hand dawdling for no other reason than him wanting it to.

Disgruntled, she rubs her forehead and jumps out of the couch. "You wish I was. Take your hat off, you'll get a cold with that wet hair. I'm gonna put you in a jar and shake you."

"Bruh, what the hell, do I look like protein powder?" He does as she says though, purposefully flicking water at her as he removes his cap.

Her reply is nothing but a poking out of her tongue, leaving Yeonjun to trail after her. He locks up the studio then hurries to match her footsteps, throwing his arm around her shoulder. This close, the coconut scent of her shampoo floats between them and Yeonjun brings his head to her as subtly as he can to breathe her in. He is pathetic as ever, catching a groan in his throat so she doesn't hear it - he is already excited to cuddle her.

"Can we go to your's tonight?"

"Yup," she answers, popping her 'p'.

"And you need to write tomorrow, too, right?" She 'yup's again. "Come write at the studio like today, you can leave your car here and I'll take us home and back tomorrow. Mmm, and you can get me banh mi for lunch too." It's the way Yeonjun says take us home that makes her heart grow a little fonder - home, where they both belong and that belongs to both, his room and her room are one and the same.

"Oohh you want me around so bad, huh? I suppose I can make some time, since you're practically begging me. I'm so generous like that."

She waggles her eyebrows at him, ever the jokester, and Yeonjun throws his head back to force out a Ha! Ha! Ha! that makes Lalima snort in jest. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lima, this is definitely because I want you around and not because I kissed you for banh mi."

Lalima scowls at this, eyes snapping up to his in an abrupt glower. "Fine then, I'mma just get you food and leave." She sheds his arm off with the intention of speeding to his car, but he catches her before she can take two steps and spins her around.

"No no no, I'm sorry Lima, I woulda kissed you even without banh mi up for grabs."

Yeonjun realises his blunder just a second too late. He said it too lightly - a slip of the tongue that reveals his true mind - but plays it off by cracking a mischievous grin, pretending it isn't a deeply held fact, pretending he meant the words only as simply as he said it.

At least the grin works, and her scowl mellows into a half-hearted pout. Sweetly, he smooths down the furrow between her eyebrows with his thumb. That finally coaxes a smile from her, and he opens his car door for her to slip in.

They drive straight home, Lalima heading upstairs to shower while Yeonjun digs around in the pantry to cook dinner for them.

He's in the middle of chopping onions for chicken golden curry, tears welling up from the fumes, when the front door opens and Ember blows into the house. Visibly exhausted, she shucks off her jacket and they greet each other, chattering for a bit before Ember heads up to her room and leaves him to finish cooking.

Lalima floats down the stairs as the curry simmers away on the stove, cute and comfy in an oversize tee and teeny-tiny shorts that Yeonjun definitely doesn't care about at all.

"Yummyyy, I love when you cook for me. Did Em say she was gonna join us?"

Yeonjun shakes his head, stirring the pot. "Nah, she's knackered from work and wants to decompress, I told her I'd knock on her door when the food is finished though so she can grab a plate when she's ready."

"Ohh poor Em! She's taking so many shifts lately, I told you she's saving to move to Italy right?"

And the next hour dissolves in their conversation. Yeonjun chases Lalima away when it's time to do the dishes, wanting her only to keep him company while he stores the food in the fridge and cleans up the kitchen to an even better state than when he stepped in. They eat salted caramel ice cream out of the tub while tucked into each other in the living room, and then finally head to Lalima's room to unwind.

Soon enough, they are hung over the foot of her bed with their shared game of Pikmin 3 beaming from her projector and controllers in their hands. Her room is plastered in her favorite hot pink - the exact shade of her hair - in the form of art prints from artists she loves, photos of her and her friends, and random posters looted from thrift stores. The main attraction of her room is a desk with a big PC monitor set up that she spends days at a time curled up in front of, writing up her fantasy manuscript.

Having finished another day in their game, Lalima and Yeonjun set their controllers down on her bedside table and shuffle back to lean against her headboard. They scroll on their phones in silence for a while but eventually she tosses her phone to side, slinking down to lay on her back over the covers.

As expected, Yeonjun watches her peripherally.

She is deliberating something, that much is obvious by the way her gaze dances around her room without really seeing anything, by her fingers fiddling with the hem of her tee, by that lush bottom lip that is caught between her teeth.

He imagines fitting himself into her side and tangling their legs together. Concocts a daydream where her head is settled into the crook of his neck so he can listen to her talk and talk and talk about anything and everything while inhaling her coconut shampoo, where he can freely trail his hand down her arms and across her waist, then up, up, to tease at the the underside of–

Speaking of which…

Resilient Yeonjun is trying very, very hard not to even peep at her ample chest. As usual, she isn't wearing a bra, and gravity has pulled the mounds of her boobs to level against each arm. He could only imagine (and imagine he has) the way they would spill out of his hands because of their size, the softness of them against his chest if he was pressed against her, how they would bounce if he was blessed enough to be thrusting into her.

In my next life, he deduces, I am going to suffer like hell for fantasizing about my best friend while being too much of a coward to confess to her.

The vision of her right now - thick, brown legs, leading up to the scrap of cloth they call mini shorts, the fan of her pink hair around her head, that contemplative air about her - is devastating sight for the man who cannot breathe without it being for her.

As a result of her ruminative fiddling, her shirt rides up just enough that the bittsiest sliver of her belly graces his sight and snaps him out of his daze. He takes up her hands immediately and starts massaging them, pressing deep pressure into them.

"I can hear your gears turning from over here, sweetheart. What are you thinking of?"

She's quiet for a moment, happily enjoying his pampering of her strained, typist hands. "I'm pondering the mechanics of a make out sesh."

His breath hitches, mouth suddenly dry. "Ha okay, that doesn't sound clinical at all. I love how when I ask what you're thinking, you always do have some random thought to tell me, instead of saying 'nothing'."

"What can I say Juni, my brain is juicy-sexy and always turning. I think, therefore I am, or whatever that French guy said."

"More proof that you know everything! I thought it was a Greek guy. Tell me then, what's your conclusion on the mechanics of a make out sesh, hmm?" He kneads the fleshy section of her palm at the base of her thumb and she lets out a contented sigh that makes his heart purr.

"It's overly complicated. There's a lot of moving parts. I didn't tell you this before, but part of the reason I wanted to get whoring is so I can write intimate scenes. There's this first kiss between two of my side characters and make outs later, but it's hard to write that stuff when I don't have enough experience yet. Do you know how much time I have to spend moving my characters around in a room? Then I have to do that while their sucking 'n' fucking."

"Woah, true, I never thought of that. The side characters, is it Ilya and Priya who are gonna get together?"

"You remembered! Yeah, it's them, I'm still a bit away from them confessing their love but I wanna be prepared before I need to write it. I was wondering actually… Ugh—" She slaps her palms over her face, and says something that comes out as an incoherent muffle.

"Bro all I heard was 'abwabbwabbwa'. You wanna try that again?"

Lalima drags her hands down her face with a huff and kicks her feet. "Teach me how to kiss. Like, in uncomfortable detail."

That gives Yeonjun pause. He faces her slowly, his sweet, brown eyes glittering with curiosity and apprehension as his brain turns over her words. "Wha… What do you mean, exactly?"

At that instant, she realises it sounds like she is propositioning him for another kiss. She sits up urgently, shaking her head. "Not like that, I just wanna pick your brain. I have like fifty thousand questions, and the internet has been helpful but it's more general advice than super detailed. I'mma use your absolute wealth of playboy knowledge to go whore out, then use my experience to write chemistry so… so chemical that my future readers are giggling and kicking their feet, and cumming in their pants or whatever."

"Oooh, 'chemistry so chemical', is it?" He chuckles, endeared. She has an expansive vocbulary, but she can't reach into it when not writing. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Like. What am I supposed to do with my hands? How do I know if I'm being too slobbery? What the fuck is my tongue supposed to do, what if I think I'm being hot and sexy but I'm actually shoving it down someone's throat? Umm, what's the right amount of pressure to use with my lips, and how are they supposed to move when I'm mackin' someone? How does it work if you're kissing someone with a height difference, does it hurt your neck? If you hug someone with big tits can you actually feel that they are boobs, or is it knowing boobs are pressed against you that makes it feel nice? How do you know when to just kiss lips and when to make out make out?"

For anyone else, a barrage of questions like this might be bamboozling, but Yeonjun takes it in stride. She watches him expectantly, burning with keenness and leaning towards him now that she had gotten past her initial embarrassment.

"So some of it, I can't answer. Everyone has a different preference for lip pressure, the movements and mouth… wetness? Saliva levels? Whatever. Sorry to say this, diva, but the best way to find out is by having a proper snog yourself.

Lalima smashes a pillow over her face and groans into it."Ugh, so annoyinggg, why isn't there an official make out manual that everyone uses?"

"Ayyy where's the fun in that? The best part is figuring out what each other likes, and you do that by asking. Which, to be honest, is scary at first, but it's better than tryna read their mind."

She nods in acceptance, fluffing up the pillow again and propping it under her head. "Okay, but surely you have some pointers for where I put my hands?"

Yeonjun's face buckles into the expression he makes when he's thinking - eyes drifting high to the left and mouth squished into a pout as his fingers drum on his knee. Finally, he shifts, moving off the bed to stand across from her and nodding his head to indicate that she should join him. Then he holds out his hands.

"Come, practice on me." When she hesitates to lay her palms in his, he softens his face with a smile. "Think of it like hands-on research, literally. I'll lead you, don’t worry."

And at that, her palms fit against his, meeting his gaze resolutely. "Hands-on research, is it? Very logical of you, Juni. What do I do?"

Yeonjun pulls her to him. “You can start here.” He leads her hands to cup his face, relaxing his neck so she could feel the weight of his head, as his own hands curl around her wrists. She mushes his cheeks with her thumbs and he matches her smile, wide and easy. "I'm gonna close my eyes now, I know it'll be easier for you if I'm not looking, but I'll lead you, okay?"

"Okay."

Yeonjun is undone by the slight nervous tremor in her voice. He savors her face for a moment longer and then his eyes drift shut. The darkness invites his other senses to heighten - hints of her guava vape twisting around her powdery, coconut scent, his pulse racing at his jaw under her right pinky, the brush of her breath on his face.

And then, he moves with her.

Guided by Yeonjun, her hands trace symmetrical paths over him, sliding down to his neck, over the sweet slope of his strong, dancer shoulders, and across his collarbones. Her fingers drag over his chest and his mouth immediately parts, a thrill of pleasure shooting down his spine and causing his grip on her wrists to tighten.

Lalima watches in utter fascination as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, following the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallows. His voice is misleadingly stable when he says "See, not that hard once you're doing it, right?"

"That, or I could just have a good teacher."

"Well that’s true too." He drops his hands to his sides. "Now you choose, my arms or my back?"

Emboldened by his direction, Lalima makes a split second decision and slides her hands back up to his shoulders to start her path down his arms. She's enthralled by the glide of him at her palms - the wiry muscle of his biceps give way to the satiny skin of his inner elbows, to the hair on his forearms, to the bumps of his wrist bones, to the veins on the back of his hands.

Then she settles them on his hips, running a finger along the hem of his tank top almost on instinct before she takes a step closer to him. He feels the space between them narrow, her knee bumping into his, but he is not prepared when her hands fan over his back and forge their way up. She ghosts over the dip of his spine and drags her fingers into the muscle on either side, smoothing over his shoulder blades.

And then.

Lalima's fingers hook over his shoulders and she closes the little space left in between them. Her chin sits in the crook of his neck and her eyes flutter shut. Yeonjun sighs, bliss and contentment mixing at this skin-contact high, and then his arms take their natural place around her waist.

Yeonjun is not quite sure why he is like this, why he is in such a tizzy despite it not being the first time he could hold her this way.

He takes one deep, slow inhale to mask the shuddering in his chest. The bravado he gathers immediately crumbles when the first word out of his mouth - "Now—" - is an embarrassing voice crack. Her chuckles cuts through the burning tension surrounding them and he smiles into her hair, relaxing muscles he didn't realise he was clenching. "Now you know what to do with your hands. Oh, and I can say you definitely feel when someone has big boobs by hugging."

Lalima pulls back from him a little, and it makes him open his eyes but he doesn't loosen his hold on her. "So every time you've hugged you could feel them?"

"I mean, yeah, they're kinda hard to miss. But they're just part of your body, it's just like how I can feel your arms when we hug too."

"Hmmm good to know. Is it different like this?"

She slips her arms forward, looping them around his neck this time. It is different - her arms being higher means her pelvis and belly are tamped deliciously closer against his. Yeonjun's eyes snap down for a split second and he is equally grateful and regretful that she is wearing a tee instead of her usual low neck tank top - the latter would have given him a view of her entire cleavage. "Yeah it is. Like, softer? It's a different kind of plush, I guess."

"Well, now I know." Sweet respite comes in the form of Lalima taking a step away from him, both their hands dropping. Yeonjun's chest is warm where she was pressed against him, but he ignores it, keeping his attention on her level gaze. "Now tell me about height differences. I mean we don't have a huge gap obviously, but what's it like when you're taller than the other person?"

Yeonjun plops backwards on her bed, and a moment later she follows. "Horizontally, it's not a bother. Vertically, it is a little hard if they're less than a head shorter than me, but it just means we wouldn't do a long make out with both people standing."

"That would make sense. Juni, is it annoying that I'm asking common sense questions like this?"

He shrugs. "Nope. Usually people find this stuff out through trial and error, but some people like to do some research to avoid error before it happens, no biggie."

Lalima nods, chewing the inside of her cheek. While she thinks, Yeonjun watches her profile. His mind becomes a broken record, replaying the highlights of her hands on him, sure that the ghost of her touch would be forever imprinted into his skin.

He has lived the past five years with the mindset of ‘I’ll take what I can get’. This means he can hope and dream and pray for a life with Lalima in his arms all he wants - but never, under any circumstance, is he to make it her problem. Any bit of attention or casual touch from her, he would accept gratefully, dutifully, like a dog receiving scraps from the dinner table, but…

Yeonjun couldn't allow himself to ask for any more.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Lalima ever feeling like he’s only stayed by her side with ulterior intentions, so he has his emotions on strict lock down. It’s not like he will ever fall in love with someone else in this lifetime.

But then there is tonight.

The last few days.

Knowing what her lips feel like, how soft that little patch of pelvic skin was through the heart shaped cutout of her jeans, how curious she is about all this and that he is the only one she wanted to talk to about it… It sends a gentle heat pulsing through his body, imagining, envisioning, fantasizing about—.

His train of though is derailed when she speaks. "So… I guess there’s nothing else you can teach me now, right? I gotta figure the rest out myself.”

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself; “There is one more thing. Can I touch you?”

Oh. Fuck. Why did I say that?

< previous . masterlist . next >

heyyy again imma have to wait til im home to use the computer so i can format this to match the other chapters ,,, thanks for reading !

thanks to @uzmacciato for the dividers

taglist !! @rrraiinn

#txt #tomorrow x together #fanfic #friends to lovers #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun x original character #yeonjun fic #yeonjun friends to lovers #losermylover #mutual pining #yeonjun fanfic #choi yeonjun smut #txt smutfic #itwicg

03 ☆ Don't Take My Breath Away

I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

< previous . masterlist . next >

whatever, i don't know, i wanna hug you i'm gonna bit your lips, will you keep playing with me? it tickles, how far will you go? i wanna stay like this til morning

☆ KISS ME - DPR LIVE

Lalima wakes up to Yeonjun snoring in her ear.

Sometime through the night, he had pulled off his cardigan and she had ended up with her limbs splayed over the bed, and still Yeonjun clung to her. His head sat heavy on her shoulder, her arm numb under him and his face squished into the soft, brown skin between her armpit and collarbone. Hooked into the belt loop of her jorts is his thumb, the rest of his hand spread possessively over the heart cutout at her right pelvic bone.

"Limabean?" Yeonjun's eyes are puffy with sleep, a cute pout puckering his lips that had drool dried on a corner. He doesn't seem as nonplussed as she feels. He starts unravelling himself from her side then decides against it immediately, flopping his head back onto her shoulder. "Limaaa let's not get up yet, so cozy here."

"Okay Juni, but you know I'm a rotisserie chicken. My arm is dead and I wanna turn around."

Not bothering with a reply, he moves her so her back is flush with him. Lalima gasps softly at the sudden contact, skin sizzling when his hand falls to rest at her belly. Her head is supported by his arm and she is very much cognizant of the bare skin meeting above both of their tank tops.

She thinks she should protest the position they were in but can't find the words, or the reason, to do so. It's not like they were strangers to physical contact, this is just a new form of it for them. Yeah, that's it. Yeonjun and I just unlocked a new, totally normal, super best friend cuddle. He's warm and comfy so what's the harm?

They lay there for a while, Yeonjun's snores tickling the hair at Lalima's ear, and her dozing in and out of consciousness. She was in that lovely dream space where she was kind of awake and kind of asleep. Peculiar half-dreams about arms twining and hips meeting twist through her mind, until finally she's jostled awake by Yeonjun's movements.

"You up sweetheart? I'm gonna shower, you take your time getting up and I'll have your stuff ready for you. That pack of undies I got you is in the bottom drawer, and take anything else you need too."

"Ohh so thoughtful Juni! Careful, people might see through your playboy persona and realise you're a softie after all."

"Noooo, whatever will I do without the approval of strangers!" Yeonjun shakes his fist to the sky in mock-outrage, eliciting a chuckle from her.

He leaves to shower then, making sure to stay turned away so she doesn't notice the raging boner tenting his jeans. There's a reason he's always up first in the morning when they share the bed. Yeonjun is incapable of letting go of the divine experience that is bedding with Lalima, but last night tested him at a totally new level. If the curse of having the woman of his dreams wrapped in his arms is this embarrassing boner, then so be it; as long as she doesn't have to witness the results of his pitiful infatuation.

They get ready slowly. Lalima uses the purple eyeliner she had stashed in his bathroom forever ago to draw wings on her eyes and then makes Yeonjun sit down and gives him eyeliner too. There were so many things in Yeonjun's room that were for her, little spaces everywhere where she could store her things and take from his. He had even bought a few tank tops specifically for her in the cut and length she likes, and it was one of those that she pulled on after her shower.

And then they were off, chatting idly as Yeonjun drives, then perusing the market's fresh produce for their favourite fruits and crackers, and finally arriving at a lovely park. Yeonjun sets out the picnic rug by the pond and under a tree, in a cozy section where there isn't much foot traffic.

"Picnic was such a good idea Juni." Lalima nods appreciatively at the spread before them. There were strawberries to dip in caramel sauce, crispy red grapes, cherries sitting by pineapple pieces and oranges that Yeonjun is in the middle of slicing. "Fuck, whoever invented fruit deserves the sloppiest toppy."

"Haha, you're gonna suck god's dick? Or the universe's?"

"Yup, I am fully committed and you will not catch me lacking on the Suction Three Thousand TM when it comes to the fruit inventor."

"Oh yeah, says the virgin," he exclaims with an incredulous grin. "You're ridiculous, it's like you have to say a minimum of seven outta pocket shit daily or you'll explode."

"Mmm you love it. I won't explode though, just turn to dust and be swept away by the wind."

Yeonjun raises his eyebrows at her antics and she just pokes out her tongue in response. She grabs a slice of orange and shoves it in her gob, moaning with delight at the flavour and he zeroes in on the sound. There's juice dripping down her fingers that she laps up with kitten licks and for the second time today, Yeonjun finds himself counting his blessings.

Ridiculous! How does she make a fucking orange look so good? I must be a pervert the way I wish I was fruit right now.

He feasts with her, popping cherries into his mouth and munching on pineapple; but all the while he's tuned in on her mouth. The tinted colour she usually wears is replaced by the staining of fruit, and he's utterly enchanted by the way her lips wrap around a strawberry, teeth crushing into it then nibbling around the stem.

Oranges are his favourite thing to watch her eat though. Yeonjun had cut them into sixths, the way she likes, so she can fit an entire slice into her mouth and rip off the flesh with a slurping sound that might make someone else clutch their pearls, but just makes him drool imagining it was his shoulder she was taking a bite out of, or his heart.

He accepted a long time ago that he has… issues… when it comes to Lalima's mouth.

Issues, as in his specific fascination with watching her eat. It's not a purely sexual preoccupation, but something more spiritual, if the dreams he has are anything to go by. Sometimes those dreams are of Lalima crunching into a tiny Yeonjun as if he's a honey-macadamia nut, other times it's her ripping his leg off and tearing into it like a crazed beast – other times again, it's of her curled up in his embrace and gnawing on his biceps.

Spiritual fascination as it is, his favourite dreams are when Lalima is sitting in his lap, chest-to-chest, drooling onto his neck and leaving bruises shaped like teeth marks at his pulse points as he rocks into her pussy softly.

Yeah, maybe 'issues' doesn't cut it, but at this point he doesn't care. Lalima doesn't need to know what kind of freak I am.

"Something on my face?"

"Nah, just glad you're enjoying our hunter-gatherer breakfast." Yeonjun pats the space beside him, and Lalima shuffles on her butt to sit next to him.

"Bro what are you on about, as if we had to scavenge the woods for this shit."

"Welllll, you hunted down the best fruit and I gathered the best crackers. I'm pretty sure it counts, unless you're a hater and wanna put me in a box for not huntering-gathering-ing the way you want me to." He clutches his hands to his heart, pretending to be outraged and fanning his face dramatically. "Huh? Is that it, you just hate me and think I'm a loser?"

She laughs, eyes scrunching up humorous disbelief. "Juni my love, no matter how hard you deny it, you are in fact ridiculous and a loser. We really are two peas in a pod, huh? All this talk about me and my outta pocket lines, as if you're any better."

With a darling grin sent his way, she slides herself down the picnic rug to lay on her back. Yeonjun clears their feast away into containers he had brought from home, then sidles down to join her. His arm is pressed against her again, the back of her hand just grazing his and sending little tremors of electricity racing up his skin.

Lalima notes it too.

Since leaving his bed this morning, she had been thinking about how his arms were so warm and strong around her, how he and his sheets smelled like the spicy, oud perfume she got him for Christmas - and right now like the powdery sandalwood scent she gifted him on his birthday - the way she had woken up to his hand at the skin of her pelvis.

It certainly was a new venture in their friendship. Not an unwelcome one, and neither was it uncomfortable - just unfamiliar.

They see each other at least once a week, either at Yeonjun's dance studio as he tightens up a choreography and Lalima writes her fantasy novel, or at one of their houses to play games and watch a movie, or on long road-trips to exciting new places. All that time together and there were lines they hadn't crossed because it wasn't conducive to their friendship. Or simply because it never came up; there just wasn't ever a reason for them to cuddle when they both have big beds so why would they?

Last night felt right, though, like a natural progression in their dynamic. No need for big hurrah about something that just makes sense.

"Dude. We should cuddle more. Only if you're okay with it, of course. Dunno about you, but I had a great time, I wanna cuddle all my friends. I wish I could cuddle Ember but she's not big on physical touch. Do you think cuddling releases sleep hormones or something? I slept so good."

"Yeah happy hormones, I think oxytocin? Or serotonin or dopamine or something, one of those I'm pretty sure. I feel like I remember reading an article about how cuddling helps de-stress and increase happiness, but don't quote me on that. And yes, I'm very much comfy with it. What are friends for if we can't help each other de-stress?" He turns his head to her, reassuring her by giving her hand a squeeze. "Matter of fact, come here, let's watch the clouds for a bit."

And just like that, Lalima finds herself pressed into Yeonjun's side as they sit up against the tree that dapples them in sunlight. His arm is around her shoulders, fingers clasped on her forearm. The rustling grass and ducks splashing in the pond paint a lovely picture for them as they laugh and disagree on what outlandish shapes the clouds are making.

Yeonjun feels so at peace, reminded by the universe that this is what life truly is about. What is the point of it all, if you can't just sit in the sun with a dear friend, belly full of fruit and a lovely breeze stirring your hair.

Ah. This is it. The perfect moment. Okay, Yeonjun, you got this.

Yeonjun looks to her, smiling softly when she meets his gaze. It feels strange to be able to look right at her face for so long and he eats up the sight of her. Piercings glinting on her nose and lips, the pretty little mole on her cheekbone, eyes gleaming with the light of a thousand stars. The brown of her skin glows a little golden as the sun shines on it, and Yeonjun feels as though he must have done something incredible in his past life to be able to see this ravishing sight.

She is equally awestruck. Yeonjun's eyes pierce into her soul, drinking her in like she does him.

Tenderly, he lifts his hand to cup her face. His voice is a touch ragged when he says; "Lima. I'm gonna kiss you now. Is that okay with you?"

Lalima shivers softly when Yeonjun circles his thumb on her cheek. Instead of answering, she tilts her head and meets his lips with the sweet press of her own, eyes fluttering shut and a soft sigh leaving her.

Yeonjun tastes like the fruit salad they just had, sweet from the cherries and a touch tangy from the pineapple. His hand is fiery on her skin, gently swiping his thumb over her cheekbone.

So this is what kissing Yeonjun feels like.

Lalima's melting with warmth, a silken hum drawn out her when Yeonjun slides his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck. She pulls away just a fraction, unsure what to do other than just touch their lips together, but Yeonjun is determined to make the most of his blue moon's chance.

He chases after her mouth with another soft peck - a lewd, wet sound floating in the air between them when he releases the kiss. Nudging his nose with her's in an bunny kiss, and that's where he *meant *to end it. But then he gets greedy… hopelessly greedy.

Gently, he curls his finger into the hair at the nape of her neck and then tightens his grip - firm enough for her to feel it, but not so much that it could hurt. He pulls her head back languidly, with just enough pressure for her lips to part in a tiny 'o' that is going to haunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life.

Reason save me… Yeonjun just can't help it.

He surges into her — a hushed whimper escaping his throat in tandem with Lalima's breathy hum that borders on being a moan, killing any thought of self-restraint. Nipping at her lower lip with his teeth, he trembles at her hand flying to his chest and bunching up his shirt, and drags her closer, closer, closer still, to him.

Lalima's brain has completely emptied. She can't think of anything else other than Yeonjun's fingers in her hair, sending a delectable tingle all over her scalp and down her spine; the wet heat of his mouth, demanding and adoring at the same time; of his tongue tracing against her lips, teasing her own tongue just by the tip but never overwhelming her.

She pants hopelessly when he takes just a moment to pull her onto his lap - propriety be damned - and gasps when he plants a covetous hand at her hip. His thumb finds that blessed heart cutout in the denim and presses into her skin with the same fervour he applies to his kiss.

This woman is going to be the fucking end of me. I will never, ever recover from today.

It was just too much.

A wretched sob shakes his shoulder, muffling in her mouth, when he feels her plush ass shift on top of his thighs. His jeans grow tighter at the the zip, and he knows if he doesn't stop now, he'll have awkward questions to answer.

Just as the thought passes his mind, Lalima throws her arms around him. Palms sliding flat over his back and soaking in the warmth exuding off him, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders when he squeezes her close. The magnificent curves of her breasts are crushed against his chest and he's this close to crying from the ecstasy of it all.

Never in his life would he have thought his wildest dream could become reality like this, that it would even more enchanting than he imagined.

"Lima…" Before he could swallow it, her name floats out of him as a needy sigh. Fuck me dead, how am I supposed to be normal after this? Her ass is so fucking thick on his thighs, set so close to his humiliating boner already at half-mast, and he fights the urge to grab her, to learn for himself how little of her ass he can fit into his hands.

As much as he wishes otherwise, he can't stay like this forever. She can't find out how desperately he needs her.

He flits his mouth away from her lips, grazing his nose against her cheek and planting a peck there. Yeonjun presses his forehead against her's, throat stinging with longing as they pant to get their breath back, and Lalima's face is hot with the blush staining her face. Her hands stay clasped around his neck.

Slowly, he untangles his fingers from her hair. He circles his other thumb just once at the skin right before her hip meets her thigh, and lays that hand on her knee instead.

His gaze is reverent when he meets her's, bordering on pious as it drops to the precious little mole on the tip of her nose, to her defined cupid's bow… he's already dreading pretending he thinks of her as only a friend.

Yeonjun can't tell her that though, so her cracks a smirk for her - ever the charmer. "How's that for our first kiss?"

Lalima drops her hands away from Yeonjun's neck. "That was… Well not that I have anything to compare it too, but that was incredible. I'm… To be honest I had imagined just a kiss, I didn't expect all this. But it was really nice. Genuinely though, how do people get any work done when they could be doing this instead?"

"Well… not to brag, but most people don't kiss like I do. No, I'm definitely bragging. People don't have to worry about getting distracted from work because it's not me waiting for them at the end of the day."

"Oh, is that so?" Her tone is dry and sarcastic, face purposefully neutral to bug him. "Thank goodness for your generosity, if it wasn't for you keeping your precious lips under strict lock and key, the economy would have crashed already."

He bobbles his head in a prudent nod. "It's a hard life for those blessed like I am with perfect snogging skills. With great power comes great responsibility and all that."

"Haha shut up Jun, you're so annoying. Here I was telling myself you're the perfect first kiss candidate 'cuz you wouldn't be weird about it. My fault for not foreseeing that you'd be a cocky bastard instead."

"Well that you know I can't help. Um… was I the right candidate?" He's nervous all of a sudden, worrying that she would finally pick up on his affection for her, or that he tried too hard and overwhelmed her.

Lalima, not inundated with overthinking like he is in that moment, realises she is still sitting on his lap and slips off, leaving her legs thrown over his and leaning against the tree once more.

"Of course you were, Jun, who else could it have been?"

A thrill of satisfaction lights Yeonjun's muscles up at her words. He doesn't mean to puff up with pride but… Who else could it have been…

"If you're happy then I'm happy. I'm gonna hold you to you banh mi offer though."

She gives him a mock-salute, mouth twisting up into a grin. "Yessir! Extra pate and carrot too baby, I gotchu. But hey… sorry to kiss and dash Jun but can you take me home in halfa? I have hella chores to do."

"Half an hour right? Then cuddle me. I'm tryna get that oxytocin before you go." And once again she slips in his arms, breathing in his sandalwood perfume.

< previous . masterlist . next >

divider by @uzmacchiato <3 check them out !

let me know if u wld like me to add u to a taglist mayhaps ??

06 ☆ We Might Fall Apart

I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! SMUT AHEAD !

< previous . masterlist . next >

all i got in my mind right now trying to make you feel like yourself open up to yourself to be honest, we might fall apart but until then i'll be trying to make your days better

☆ maybe we need a break - slchld

"Sweetheart?! You call Lalima sweetheart?!"

Lalima springs away from Yeonjun as if he were an open fire, and his face falls into startlement in the same millisecond that he whirls around.

Yeonjun clears his throat but his voice still cracks when he speaks. "Soobin. Em, you're here too! Well. The beach huh? What a day."

"Bro. That was the most pathetic attempt at changing the topic that I have ever heard." Soobin is incredulous now and Ember nods in agreement, the shock she had dissolving into an amused smirk. Then Lalima shrieks a little from the back of her throat, the sound muffled by her closed mouth, and it gets their attention.

"It's a joke! It's an inside joke! He calls me that to annoy me and I just gave up yelling at him. Don't be weird about it, Soob. Yes Juni, you can borrow my toothpaste, leave it in the bathroom because I'm about to shower." She hastily rummages in her bag as Ember steps into the room and flops on bed, then hands Yeonjun the tube. "Now both of you go away, I don't want your gross boy cooties."

#txt #tomorrow x together #fanfic #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #friends to lovers #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun smut #itwicg #losermylover #txt yeonjun #yeonjun slow burn #mutual pining #pathetic yeonjun #yeonjun pining #yeonjun fic #yeonjun fanfic #oc fic #txt x oc

05 ☆ SAYING THAT WE JUST FRIENDS

I’ll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

< previous . masterlist . next >

baby girl is saying that we just friendsthat we just friendsif we fuckin', are we just friends?are we just friends?

☆ just friends - keshi

"Can I touch you?"

Lalima freezes. Her head snaps to the side, mouth parted in thrilled surprise. "Huh? Wait, touch what?"

Yeonjun swallows. There is nothing he can say that wouldn't further incriminate him, so he twists, trying to cover up his stupid, stupid impulsive words. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Her answer is immediate.

"Then sit up and close your eyes."

And she does.

Yeonjun breathes out shakily. They are still laying down, having flopped back on the bed after Lalima's hands roamed him. He shifts to kneel beside her and sits back on his calves while she sidles upright and crosses her legs, leaning against the headboard.

Yeonjun's pupils are blown wide as he takes in her expressions flitting between a shy smile and nervous lip bite, bringing up his hands to hold her head. He leaves one palm there, cupping her face with his thumb falling just short of brushing her bottom lip, while his left hand slides down to her neck, to squeeze her shoulder, to trail so lightly down her arm that she thinks she's dreaming it.

Twining his fingers with hers, Yeonjun leans forward as if in a daze. Lalima quivers when his breath fans across her forehead, when his thumb brushes across her bottom lip just once. That powdery sandalwood perfume she gifted him curls around her and her shoulders soften. Yeonjun aches to card through the hair at the back of her head and pull like he did that day at park, to press his mouth against her and pour his entire soul into her - but he can't.

#txt #fanfic #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #friends to lovers #choi yeonjun #smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun x original character #mutual pining #yeonjun fanfic #choi yeonjun smut #losermylover #txt smutfic #yeonjun fic #yeonjun friends to lovers #pathetic yeonjun #itwicg

2 ☆ Take Your Time With Me

I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

< previous . masterlist . next >

let's take your time be mine anywhere i go anything i do if you want me if you gonna stay with me again

☆ Heaven - oceanfromtheblue

Lalima has four roses left in her bag - the others are already safe in the hands of strangers. She holds out another one, this time to a little girl with her hair in pigtails who gives her a shy smile before taking it from Lalima's gloved hand. The girl's pigtails bounce as she skips back to her parent, who waves at Lalima gratefully.

This has become one of Lalima's favourite activities, ever since she watched a social experiment video three years ago, where a person handed out roses to strangers. She bought forty roses out of impulse that day, walking around the city and giving them to whoever she felt like. After that, she had made a point of doing it every few months, just because she can.

The last few roses disappear into other people's hands, and she checks her watch. She spends the rest of the day in a hair salon, eyes blurring from staring at her phone as the dresser snips and styles. When she reaches her home, the flat is quiet, and she admires her new look in the full-length mirror in her room before getting ready to party.

Two hours later, she's knocking on the door to the flat that houses Yeonjun, Soobin, and Huening Kai. Soobin opens it and she giggles at his bewilderment, booping his nose as she slips past him. Music from Yeonjun's party playlist plays from the speakers - a low, sultry voice twining around a booming bassline. A cloying mix of vapes and weed settles into her lungs, overpowering the vodka shot Lalima finds pushed into hand.

She is a woman on a mission, but she isn't nearly drunk enough to do it now. Lalima decides that the only way to fix that problem is by chugging a guava Bruiser. Death-inducingly sweet alcohol in soda form - what more could she want in life?

Well... there is one thing.

Her eyes flit across the room until until she lands on Yeonjun, leaning against a wall in all of his effortless glory.

His hair is ruffled as per usual - the result of him endlessly carding his fingers through it - wearing a zebra-print cardigan slipped on over a deep-necked white t-shirt, and dark-wash blue jeans leading to a pair of white boots.

Sickening! I can't compliment his outfit now or he'll go and get a big head about it. Why does he have to look so good when I'm about to ask him to kiss me?

Lalima does not have a crush on Choi Yeonjun.

Well, she did years ago, when they were first getting to know each other, but times have changed. They met at in an era when he was having a lot of casual fun, when she was still insecure about her complete lack of experience in the physical contact department. She wasn't interested in just being another name on his list, partly because she was afraid of humiliating herself in front of a pro, and mostly because it was actually, surprisingly, fun to talk to him.

He was a goober from the start - dropping silly dad jokes that made people roll their eyes, making up ridiculous dance moves as a response to losing friendly debates, pretending to flirt smarmy-style with his best friends to gross them out a bit. Yeonjun is charismatic, a social butterfly who puts everyone at ease - and when you get to know him like Lalima does, he's sentimental and genuine at heart.

Why would Lalima entertain a silly crush when instead she could nurture their solid, budding friendship? It was an easy choice for her, one that she did not take lightly.

So why does she want to kiss him then?

I just gotta go up to him and ask super casually. She had considered asking some of her other guy friends, but none of them were good options. Yeonjun is the one who knows her the best, like the back of his hand, he knows all the ins and outs of her life like she does his.

Asking someone else would be far too awkward because she wouldn't be able to predict what their reaction might. They might get uncomfortable, or just be weird about it from then onwards. On the other hand, she could reliably guess that whether or not Yeonjun agrees to help her, it wouldn't be awkward afterwards.

If he says yes, all is well and done. If he says no, he'll understand why I asked and leave it at that. It's Yeonjun, he's not gonna act like I've permanently changed the friendship.

As if he can hear her thinking about him, Yeonjun passes his gaze around the room. Then he sees it, a flash of pink at the corner of his eye that distracts him from the conversation he's having. He pricks up and looks around until his eyes settle on her and for a split second he's breathless, the shocked sort of can't-breathe that comes from seeing a friend look like a whole new person.

And that's exactly what she has turned into.

Lalima's black hair had only newly been cut to her neck, and yet there she is with it freshly dyed hot pink. It changes her whole face, her whole demeanour and better suits her push-and-pull energy. She's wearing the very oversized denim jacket she vowed to snatch from Yeonjun weeks ago, a glossy, gold tank top showing off a soft strip of her brown belly, a matching pair of denim jorts slung low on her hips, with a burgundy handbag and boots acting as the cherries on top.

Yeonjun swallows harshly, wondering how even after all this time she manages to make him want to melt at her feet.

He knocks back a shot of vodka and threads his way through the other people in the room, waving distractedly to those who greet him but eyes set on her. She sees him coming, the party-going crowd splitting around him in his beeline route, and hurriedly copies his action, downing the rest of her drink.

When Yeonjun reaches her, he takes a moment to rake his low-lidded gaze over her, hands running through his hair. "Lima, you look... Did you get this done today? It's awesome!" You look hot as fuck, that's what he wanted to say. You look stunning, you look heavenly, you look like you should be in my arms.

"Haha, I know right! I feel like god." She holds up her phone to look at her reflection on the black screen and smirks at it. "And you, Yeonjun Choi, are looking a little scandalous."

Lalima lightly taps his bared chest, right at the deep V of his top. Yeonjun had matched her smirk at the compliment, but it turns into an obvious gulp at her touch and she watches the movement curiously. Her hand drops again, suddenly nervous at the thought of what she wants to ask him.

Resting her hand at the crook of his elbow, she leads Yeonjun to his bathroom and closes the door, wringing her hands together. There isn't much space in there, and he can feel the air shift just a little at each of her movements - or maybe he was just so hyper-aware of her that every move felt monumental to him. He leans against the sink, kicking his legs up onto the tiny bathtub across from it as Lalima posts herself beside him.

"Jun. I have something to ask you." Lalima stands the way she does when she's nervous to speak, fists in front of her chest like she's ready to fight. Inhaling deeply, she shakes out the tension from her hands and squares her shoulders.

"Do you now? I thought you had dragged me here for a bathroom quickie." He laughs when she sputters, snorting as she smacks his arm. "I'm just kidding! What did you wanna say?"

Lalima hesitates. She had kind of hoped that he would say something like 'I am very busy hosting this party so please come back tomorrow', or 'no you loser, you aren't allowed to ask me anything'. Instead, he looks at her expectantly, patiently waiting for her to gather her thoughts.

Stupid, considerate Yeonjun.

She opens her mouth to ask the question, but what comes tumbling out instead is "Actually, you know what, never mind, it isn't that important and maybe I should just—" she reaches for the door handle. Yeonjun grabs her wrist and pulls her to him, trapping her between his legs so she doesn't leave. He stares at her suspiciously, cocking up an eyebrow.

"Oi. Talk to me, Limabean. Just tell me what you need." Yeonjun either doesn't notice or ignores the way she goes red at the sincerity in his statement. And, of course, her hands being in his, and preemptive embarrassment of the words sitting on her tongue.

"Um. So. I want... Can you- Can I kiss you? No wait that-" Yeonjun's eyes bulge out in shock and Lalima scrunches her mouth, looking away from him and fervently regretting ever coming here. She had practised what she would ask but Jesus took the wheel when Yeonjun pulled her between his legs.

"Can you what?!"

And this is why I should never speak, ever. Dumbass. Then she starts swearing at Yeonjun mentally, because of course I'm going to blurt out something stupid if he holds me in a provocative position!

She doesn't say any of that out loud though, just awkwardly looks around the bathroom. "That didn't come out right. Obviously. Ugh. Lemme start from the start 'cuz-"

"Because saying things out loud helps you process it better, I know." He crosses his arms together and lets Lalima settle herself on the edge of the bathtub - still between his legs, but with his hands no longer holding her's. He felt like his skin might combust if he was looking at her sweet, flustered face and touching her bare skin. "Go on then."

"I've just... never had my first kiss, as you know. That's all. I know I joke about being a closeted whore, but I kinda want to be an actual whore and I want to fuck around, and make out with strangers and experiment and like? I can't do all of that if I haven't kissed anyone?"

Yeonjun tilts his head when she pauses, at a loss for words. He just lets her organise her thoughts while he tries to tame his own. He's doing a incredible job of pretending he was only listening to her when in fact, his head is currently full of Lalima, of kissing her, wondering what kind of sounds she would make, whether she would hold his face or grip his shirt, of her wanting to kiss me!

"I know it's just one, stupid kiss, but I don't want my first kiss to be with a stranger, you know? But I also don't want it to be with a date 'cuz that's also a stranger, and if it doesn't work out with them, then they'll eternally be branded in my head as my first kiss? Ugh. This is dumb. Maybe I should just..."

She tries to slip past him again, but Yeonjun once again pulls her to him, settling his hands on her waist this time. "Hey, stay here. It's not dumb, and I get what you're saying, but... Why are you asking me this? Why not Huening, or Soobin?"

"Because! I love those guys but I'm not tight with them like we are yano? I know you're not gonna be weird about the fact I asked no matter what your answer is, it can only be you. And there aren't any romantic feelings between us, right? We're such good friends that even if we share one silly peck, it won't be a big deal, right? I get to have my first kiss with someone I trust with my soul, and you get... I don't know, I'll buy you banh mi. Or cheesecake!"

Yeonjun cocks his head to the side, pretending to mull it over so he doesn't look too eager when accepting. It won't be a big deal? If only you knew, Lima. He smiles at her reassuringly, ignoring the tightness in his chest and pressing his fingers into his knees in an attempt to ground himself. "I'm okay with that. Can't believe I'm about to help my friend start her whoredom."

"You're a real one, whore, thanks!" Lalima shoots him with a finger gun and a wink. This time, she's out the door before he can say anything more.

Yeonjun stares at the space she leaves behind with soft eyes, then hangs his head with a sigh and cards his fingers through his hair. She has no clue what shes doing to me. One measly kiss that might just unravel me, that might make me finally calm down or make me more insane. One kiss. I'll take what I can get.

"I'll take whatever that is." Lalima points at the destroyed and messily-iced cupcake in Kai's hand - or at least, she tries to. Instead, she manages to shove her finger up his nose, causing him to rear back in surprise.

"Ah fuck! Lima if you don't sit down right now I will not give you the cupcake!" Kai scolds her with a protective hand over his nose and she follows his words immediately.

When she's finally still, Kai hands her the squished cupcake and she happily snacks on it, smearing some of the icing above her lips. Kai sighs tiredly - drunk Lalima always made him feel like a sleep-deprived dad - and wipes it away sweetly, only for her to latch onto him in a tight koala-hug.

"Kai!" She draws out his name, but it's muffled by his chest. "If things don't work out with... Cameron? That's their name, right? If things don't work out with Cameron can you please marry me?"

Kai sighs again, dramatically this time, even as a smile tugs his mouth up. "No way Lima, you're like a child to me. Which doesn't make sense because you're older. You big baby."

"No fair!" Lalima pulls her face off Kai's chest and pouts. "I've been child-zoned! Just you wait, I'll marry Yeonjun and then I'll be your step-mum."

"That's... not how it works? Yeonjun isn't my dad you goose." Kai looks around the empty kitchen helplessly as she buries her face into his chest again, then catches sight of the man in question past the doorway. "Jun! Get over here will you?"

Yeonjun - who was on his way to the kitchen anyway to open another bottle of vodka - does a double take at Kai's voice and is confused to see Lalima squeezing the life out him in her death grip of a hug. He pauses at the doorway and blinks at sight of them.

"Jeez, how much did she drink?" Yeonjun untangles Lalima from around Kai, then lets her lean her head against him. Her hands fist up in his shirt and Yeonjun's chest tightens at the feel of her against him. It's not like they are strangers to physical contact, but it's her. He could live in between her ribs and still feel enraptured by her touch. Knowing he was going to be blessed enough to kiss her soon enough just made him all the more hot and bothered.

Kai just shrugs. Lalima is notorious for being able to handle heavy drinking without so much as a headache, but the flirt-with-everyone stage she is currently in is only a drink or two away from her fall-asleep-everywhere stage.

He simply signals for Yeonjun to help half-drag, half-carry Lalima to Yeonjun's room. Kai leaves while Yeonjun settles her on the edge his bed, then comes back a few minutes later with a glass and jug of water.

When Kai leaves again, Yeonjun looks at Lalima, who gives him a tipsy wink. He kneels in front of her and unlaces her boots, pulling them off along with her socks and setting them down neatly then helping her out of her (his) jacket. She grins stupidly at him, mumbling a 'thanks', her gaze unfocused, and he doesn't try holding back the beam on his face that matches her's.

"You good Lima?"

"Yeth." Yeonjun narrows his eyes suspiciously at that - Lalima has a strange habit of adding a lisp to one word answers when she's well-drunk.

"D'you have a good night Limabean? You got a lotta compliments on your pretty hair?" He chuckles when she nods excitedly, then pours her a glass of water. "How are you feeling?"

She chugs the glass, then takes a deep breath and really thinks about it, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm feeling... Loosey goosey. I want to eat an orange over the sink like a feral vampire biting into a human. Or maybe I just want a vampire to bite into me like I'm an orange over the sink."

"Oooh, so sexy. If I ever come across a vampire I'll make sure to let them know about a willing, walking blood bank with pink hair. I'll make sure all your fantasies come true, sweetheart." Yeonjun wiggles his eyebrows at the innuendo, a glow spreading through his soul when she chuckles.

"Sweetheart! I love being called that. Can we watch YouTube? Put on a play through of Slime Rancher, all this talk of juicy fruit and blood banks makes me wanna eat one of those cute little slimes."

Yeonjun smiles, imagining her trying to bite into a jiggly slime creature, how her cheeks would puff up and her mouth be covered in … ohh what the fuck is wrong with you? Now you're getting horny imagining her eating fictional bouncing slime?! He clears his throat, disguising the blush creeping up his neck by setting up his laptop and slinking into his bed next to her. They have shared beds before, sleepovers after game and parties, but there was always a respectable distance - a pillow or plushie marking the boundary Yeonjun wished never existed.

Tonight, however, Lalima sidles up close to him, arm-to-arm and a foot thrown over his leg. His breath catches when she takes hold of the edge of his cardigan sleeve, playing with a loose thread.

They fall into a comfortable silence as the video plays. Yeonjun barely registers the game walk through though, too focussed on her finger drawing flowers on his arm over the sleeve. Even while she laughs at the dumb jokes the gamer makes, all he's aware of is the warmth of her against him, the way she plays with his feet with her own.

Partway through the video, Lalima looks up at Yeonjun, only to find him already gazing at her. For a delirious, dizzy moment, she wonders what his lips would taste like. Like vodka, or strawberry gum? Weed if he smoked, or maybe his lip balm.

She shoves that thought away, physically shaking her head to get rid of it. That doesn't work though, especially not when she realises that Yeonjun still has his eyes on her. "What are you looking at punk?"

Yeonjun screeches as she tickles him, then reciprocates with his own attack at her waist. The two cackle as they try to get the upper-hand on the other, Yeonjun's blankets tangling around them and his laptop laying forgotten at the foot of the bed. He grabs onto her wrists to stop her from tickling his armpits, then pins both of them under one hand above her hair so he can grab her waist. The sound of Lalima's screeches and breathless laugh are so delightful to him that he almost doesn't notice the way she writhes at his actions.

Almost.

But all of a sudden he's very tuned in to the fact that he's hovering over her, fingers ghosting at her bare waist and a knee pressed between her's. Not for the first time, he files away the sight of her to add to his filthy, mental spank bank. He should be put in jail for the number of times he's cum on his hands thinking of Lalima, staring at a photo of her or chanting her name like a prayer.

She realises he's stopped tickling her and catches her breath, chest heaving.

Yeonjun's gaze is oh so soft as he memorises this moment. His makes note of how her short, pink locks fan around her head, the way her lips are still curved into a tiny smile as she drags air in, the sweet spot where the brown skin of her neck and shoulder meet. Lalima stills as his attention rakes over her slowly, a fluster building when his eyes skip over her gold necklace, past the dip of her tank top's neckline, down, down—

"You really thought you could beat me, Juni?"

And in a flash, Lalima swings one leg over his ass and somehow flips them both, catching his hands that had loosened with startlement and trapping both wrists under her knees. She looks down at him triumphantly, but doesn't expect him to inhale sharply.

There's a shift in the air. A re-balancing of tension as an expression that Lalima can't name falls onto Yeonjun face. He takes in a haggard breath and steals a very noticeable peak at the swell of her chest, eyes snaring on the pertness of her nipples through her tank top. His cheeks reddening in embarrassment at how obvious he is being. God save me.

She's sitting right above the zip of his jeans. If she moves, it's over for me. Oh god, I don't think she even needs to move. Only now does he notices that where pockets should be on her jorts, there are instead heart cutouts offering a glimpse of pelvic bone. He bites back a groan.

"Truce!" Yeonjun calls out, and only then does Lalima notice the scandalous position they are in. She jumps off him like he's a hot stove, flopping on the bed beside him. "You're right, Limabean, I was too cocky, thinking I would win. I may have stronger arms but everyone knows your legs are the strongest." And by everyone, I mean specifically me since I spend a sinful amount of time dreaming about those legs.

"What can I say, I'm a fucking beast of the legular variety."

"Oh really? Glad to know I can hold my own against a master." Easy-going banter, as if he hadn't been one motion away from dry-humping her. As if Yeonjun didn't have to press half-moons into his palm with his nails to stop his dick from growing.

Lalima's mouth is parched. She's sobered up so quickly that the party seemed hours ago, even though it's been maybe an hour since Yeonjun and Huening Kai carried her to this room.

What was that? Why did Yeonjun look at me like that? Never has the space between the two of them been this charged, and Lalima wonders if she made a mistake asking Yeonjun to be her first kiss. What if I was wrong to think things wouldn't change between us? What if I made it weird? Am I a disgusting pervert?

"Lalima." Yeonjun's voice is firm, bordering on stern. She turns her head to see he's laid on his side, his cheek squishing against his palm, propped up on his elbow. "I know when you're overthinking dude."

"You know me too well then." She shifts to lay on her belly, arms curled to cradle her head and facing Yeonjun. "I'm kinda embarrassed that I asked to kiss you. I don't want you to think I'm a pathetic loser for being weird about my first kiss, you know? I don't actually care that I haven't done it yet even though I'm twenty-four, it's just that the longer I go without breaking the seal, the more I feel like I want it to be with someone who actually matters to me. I've been asked on dates by people and I keep refusing because I can't let loose until the first one is done well. Just the first one, everything after will be fine. Is it silly? Like is it not that deep and I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Lalima's eyes flit around the room nervously as she speaks, but they lock on Yeonjun when he takes her fingers into his hand.

"Well first, I'm never gonna think you're pathetic. A weird loser? Sure, but so am I. And I'm not sure if you will believe how completely mean this, but I understand you. Like every action or decision you make, everything you do, I understand your thought process behind it. I'm okay with being your first kiss, and I know that if I had said no then you wouldn't feel rejected. I don't think you're being too deep about about this, you feel like this for a reason. Who am I to tell you what you feel is wrong? Who is anyone?"

"Ahh Juni, you always know what to say. Thank you." Lalima sighs in relief and Yeonjun squeezes her fingers reassuringly.

"Let's do it tomorrow. I want us both to be sober, for one, and we'll get some fruits and make it a picnic. I'm gonna make this the best first kiss you could ever have, sound good?"

Her nose scrunches with a grateful smile and nod. Then, swept up by the demands of his heart, Yeonjun pulls her to him in a hug, pressing his cheek into the soft curls at the top of her head and taking in the smell of her coconut shampoo. "Come, let's finish this video." He keeps her held close to him while adjusting the blankets around them, bringing his laptop back and rewinding to pick up where they left off.

Thank heaven I'm alive at this time, in this place, to witness the most beautiful woman on the planet.

They fall asleep curled into each other, Lalima's cheek nestled on his arm.

< previous . masterlist . next >

divider by @uzmacchiato <3 check them out !

#choi yeonjun smut #txt #tomorrow x together #fanfic #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #yeonjun fanfic #txt tomorrow x together #yeonjun friends to lovers #friends to lovers #mutual pining #yeonjun mutual pining #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun x original character #txt oc #losermylover #itwicg

YAMINI ˚₊‧ ʚ꒰^. .^꒱⟆ɞ ‧₊˚

23 : they/them : mallu indian in australia writing for txt , reading txt and svt MDNI - mature content @sendingsecretsignals for txt collabs → masterlist under cut

NOW UPLOADING

⫸ I'll Take What I Can Get - cyj

COMING SOON

⫸ Offer You Eternity - kth ⫸ Our Place Of Promise - kth + cbg ⫸ Lady Why You Look So Mad - cbg

#losermylover #txt #tomorrow x together #fanfic #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #huening #masterlist #txt masterlist

06 ☆ We Might Fall Apart

I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.

— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut

! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! SMUT AHEAD !

< previous . masterlist . next >

all i got in my mind right now trying to make you feel like yourself open up to yourself to be honest, we might fall apart but until then i'll be trying to make your days better

☆ maybe we need a break - slchld

"Sweetheart?! You call Lalima sweetheart?!"

Lalima springs away from Yeonjun as if he were an open fire, and his face falls into startlement in the same millisecond that he whirls around.

Yeonjun clears his throat but his voice still cracks when he speaks. "Soobin. Em, you're here too! Well. The beach huh? What a day."

#losermylover

Trending Tags

Recently Viewed Tags

#losermylover