Oct 6, 2023
happy frightened friday
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happy frightened friday
lol get subsumed idiot
idk what this is honestly. i just wanted to draw xal. i love you xal
๑ soft
yeonjun x gn!reader; fluff, est. relationship, sleepy sleepy jjun
guys i swear i’m working on the part 2 for that tyun fic i just felt fluffy and yj is on my mind so
Everything about him, you’ve noticed, is soft.
The feeling of his hand in yours, his voice as he tells you about the good and bad parts of his day, his hair which tickles your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder. But most importantly (in your opinion), the look in his eyes as he does all that.
A fine layer of gloss coats them, and his eyes shine prettily as he seems to get drowsier, closing them slowly.
You can tell Yeonjun’s trying to stay awake, as he has been for the past while. He continues to babble slowly about the events of his day even though he’s already snoring gently as he does.
He fights to keep his eyes open, trying almost too hard as he seemingly forgets what he’d been talking about, turning his head to meet your eyes with his same soft gaze.
His lips are pouting slightly as he asks you, “What was I saying?”
You smile, taking his hand and delicately pushing his head onto a pillow, watching his eyes close on reflex.
“Let’s not worry about that, hm? Just rest Jjunie, there’s plenty of time to tell me in the morning.” You can already hear more snores leaving his lips, and chuckle sweetly when he nods.
His hand holding yours pulls you down so that you’re laying with him, and he wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you even closer.
His head rests on your chest, focusing on the way it rises up and down with every breath and on the soft beating of your heart.
Though it’s hard finding the energy to open his mouth, he does, mumbling a sweet, “Love you.”
You can’t help but smile and realise that you too, can be soft.
With your hand reaching up to play with his hair, you mutter back, “Love you more.”
| * Wait what the fuck since when are there so many of you.
starting bllk bc i saw my frand hollering about it wish me luck
photoshop not opening on my laptop….
can we all hold hands
