the black taxi cab purrs to a stop. its tires softly brush against the gravel in front of the grand resort. you and yeonjun step out onto the cobblestone. the air is thick with heat and saltwater from the nearby ocean.
a bellhop in a crisp, tailored uniform hurries towards you. his polished shoes click against the stone, and he swiftly takes the bags from your hands. a team of staff members materialize out of thin air, each carrying cool towels and trays of bright, sweating cocktails.
the two of you are guided through the lobby, where the air conditioning hits like a relief. you take in the lobby – with floors made of smooth, polished marble, tall cream-colored walls adorned with seemingly expensive art pieces, massive floral arrangements that make the place feel palatial.
and then you see him.
just ahead of you, a tall man sits nervously at the edge of a velvet chair. his body is angled forward as though he is waiting for something. his white collared shirt is crisp, but his khaki pants have creases from where he’s been anxiously shifting in his seat.
when he finally looks up, his gaze with yours. he stands up quickly, but there is a slight hesitation in his movements. “you’re here!” he exclaims, his voice cracking at the end.
yeonjun nods tightly. he forces a smile that barely reaches his eyes. the man steps forward eagerly, reaching out for a hug. yeonjun hesitates for a fraction of a second, before his arms move stiffly around the man’s form.
“and you must be h–” soobin starts, his gaze shifting to you.
“this is yn,” yeonjun interrupts. “yn, this is my… my brother, soobin.”
soobin extends a hand. “it’s really lovely to meet you,” he says.
“it’s nice to meet you too,” you reply, studying him. you can’t help but notice the contrast between the two brothers standing before you. despite soobin’s height and easy posture, his nervous energy threatens to erupt. and yeonjun, who is usually the most confident person in the room, looks like he wants to disappear into the floor.
“it’s good to see you, man,” soobin says, clapping yeonjun lightly on the shoulder.
“yeah,” yeonjun replies, flinching just a tiny bit.
soobin clears his throat awkwardly. he rubs the back of his neck, trying to break the silence. “so, they’ll show you to your rooms,” he begins. “and then i think around six, we have dinner. just the family.”
“great,” yeonjun responds curtly.
soobin nods and takes a step back. “i’ll see you both later,” he says.
“yup.” yeonjun responds with the same clipped tone, and the air between them falls back into silence.
the bellhop steps forward, ready to lead you away. before you follow him, you turn back to soobin, catching the faintest glimpse of a frown on his face.
you and yeonjun walk in silence down the hallway. he is half a step ahead of you, shoulders squared and posture still rigid. he is dressed in a lightweight cream button down and dark slacks, the fabric wrinkled slightly from the plane. his jaw shifts as he grinds his teeth.
when you finally reach the room, he stops in front of the door. he stares at the card in his hand, then he turns to you with a soft smile. “you can back out now,” he says with a low voice.
you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “and you waited to tell me this after we got to the hotel?”
“i mean from dinner.” he runs his hands through his hair. “you’ve met my brother, so now you have a glimpse of what my family is like. i’m giving you your out.”
that gives you pause. “your brother seems nice.”
“yeah, he does.” he scoffs.
you tilt your head. “what is it?”
yeonjun’s throat works as he swallows. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then exhales slowly. “i have to tell you something.”
your eyes stay on him. he doesn’t say anything else, just taps the keycard against the door. the lock beeps and clicks.
he pushes the door open and steps aside to let you in first.
the suite is beautiful. light wood floors, white linen curtains drifting in the breeze from the open balcony doors, and a view that stretches over the glittering ocean. but your eyes land on the center of the room. a single, king size bed. crisp white sheets, an unnecessary amount of pillows, and not even the illusion of a second sleeping space.
you blink.
then you slowly turn to yeonjun, who is hovering by the door, one hand still on the handle.
his eyes flick to the bed and then to you. he doesn’t say anything. he scratches the back of his neck and steps inside fully, letting the door click shut behind him.
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ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.
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ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor two hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: best friends to ?, suggestive
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: 1k
synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally comes across your nudes?
warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of masturbation (m), brief mention of sex, implication of sexy time at the end, yj has a boner, they’re both horny idk
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you and yeonjun are close. really close. best friends and partners in crime, who have no problem letting each other into your lives — even into your phones.
which in this case, however, does not turn out the way that either of you expect.
you and yeonjun aren't unfamiliar with the topic of sex; you've ranted to each other many times before about your different sexual escapades, but of course there are always lines, and the line that yeonjun finds himself accidentally crossing right now as he stares at your open camera roll is something that he does not know what to do with. what he once swore would always be a harmless crush, a secret attraction that he's admittedly sometimes used to get himself off but nothing more, has suddenly just shifted into that something more entirely.
it started out with him coming over for a typical hangout day, letting himself in and plopping down on your bed to wait for you as you stepped into the shower.
he's just scrolling through his phone when he hears the music from your speaker cut out and your following groan of frustration.
"jun?" you call. "can you see what's up with spotify? my phone is next to the sink."
"yeah," he calls back as he trudges over to the bathroom, reaching through the slightly cracked-open door to retrieve your phone. leaning against the doorframe from the outside, humming the song that was playing before the music stopped, he types in your passcode and prepares to locate your spotify app.
the melody catches in his throat and his humming comes to an abrupt halt at the sight that he's greeted with instead.
your open camera roll. your open camera roll with pictures of you.
your open camera roll with pictures of you naked.
he knows he shouldn't look — he knows he should close out of the app, bleach his eyes, carry on to spotify, and pretend this never happened.
but FUCK…
he had no idea you could look this sexy.
slowly, guiltily, his thumb hovers lower and lower until he finds himself clicking on the first picture.
it’s even better than what he’s imagined — he swears his lip may start bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it, the sight of your curves, your tits, your thighs, the hint of your pussy, wiping away all thoughts of anything else. these were pictures you had just taken before your shower; pictures you'd taken mere minutes before he'd arrived to your apartment.
his cock twitches in his pants.
he's getting harder and harder as he scrolls through each photo, enraptured by your body, by the look in your eyes that he's never seen on you before - each new pose sending a lick of fire shooting through his body as he fights the guilt that knocks at the corner of his mind.
who is she sending these to???
jealousy. it takes him a moment to realize that the thought makes him jealous.
suddenly he doesn't want any other man to see you like this, to touch you or kiss you or feel you; fuck, you're naked right now just like this, with only a door to separate the two of you, and he feels no better than a pervy middle school boy caught red-handed as he's yanked from his filthy thoughts when you call out, "jun??? is the app not working??"
with a jolt he's scrambling to put your phone back onto the counter, nearly missing, before slamming the bathroom door shut and rushing back to your bed where his own phone lays discarded.
what the hell am i supposed to-
"jun!!! what the-
.............. fuck."
after a painfully long pause, the realization dawns in your voice at the same time as yeonjun's stomach drops. he freezes as he hears the shower come to a stop.
another long pause.
the bathroom door slowly clicks open and you peek your head out. "yeonjun..."
"i-i'm sorry, i didn't look. i mean i did. i-i mean i'll forget that i did. i'm sorry, fuck, i shouldn't have. i'll uh- i'll just let you, um.. i'll just go."
he's halfway out the door before you can blink and you scramble after him in nothing but a towel, not caring that you're dripping all over your floors as you call out, "yeonjun, wait!", nearly slipping as you tug him to a stop in the hallway by the back of his shirt.
you can tell that he's trying his hardest not to look at you when you force him to turn around, the tips of his ears red and the tent in his pants obvious, his height an advantage as he suddenly finds the wall past your head to be the most interesting thing in the world.
you're the one who called after him and yet you're not sure what to say; how are you supposed to tell your smoking hot best friend that you took those pictures with him in mind?
you're not sure exactly what he's thinking, but the raging boner that he's currently failing to cover up is enough for you to decide that there's only one way to find out.
yeonjun clears his throat. "you-"
"i'm gonna drop my towel now."
"WHAT- w-wait-!!"
"you don't want it?"
"i- i.." your sudden declaration was enough to shock yeonjun into looking straight at you, eyes huge and caught by surprise, and now he can't bring himself to look away at the sight of you standing there — wet hair framing your pretty, bare face, the sweet scent from your body wash wafting over him, skin still glistening and rivulets of water dripping down your neck, down your collarbones, down towards your.. your…
he swallows hard.
the soft swell of your breasts pushed up by the little towel that you're ready to drop for him has stolen all of his focus. everything that he saw in those pictures, everything that's now set him on fire, is standing right in front of him begging to be touched; he watches as a bead of water disappears between the curve of your breasts, and that's the tipping point.
genre hurt/comfort , parent au , husband!yeonjun x fem!reader cw they have a newborn daughter , mention of struggling to conceive , yeonjun crying , small mention of postpartum/newborn anxiety , not proofread wc 917 request 🥟 anon for yeonjun + folded laundry for the 3k event note still in my txt era so bad and also yeonjun :( our healing i love him so much he would be such a good dad </3 i've been listening to love sailing by cha eunwoo the entire time while writing this and i am NOT okay it's 3 am and i may cry net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet
You didn’t expect to come home to see your husband crying while folding laundry. At first, you thought something must be seriously wrong. Yeonjun was always fairly emotional, but you hadn’t seen him cry since you gave birth to your baby girl Yejin two weeks ago. He wasn’t one to cry over little things, and the tears only started falling when he was stressed or upset or overwhelmed with emotion. Seeing his red nose and puffy eyes sitting in the middle of the living room floor took you off guard.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You were holding your newborn in one arm and shrugging off your jacket with the other, eyes glancing over your baby’s face once again.
The new mother anxiety was something you had somewhat anticipated and prepared for. But just how anxious and paranoid you were over your newborn child still surprised you. It was like if you took your eyes off of her for more than ten seconds, something horrible was bound to happen to her. Your mind was put at ease to find her still sleeping soundly in your arms. The walk around the newbourhood in her stroller had tired her out, and carrying her back inside did nothing to wake her.
Your husband looked up at you with fresh tears in his eyes and a pout on his lips, sniffing quietly. You walked over to where he was sitting, gently transferring Yejin to her newborn rocker where she could continue napping safely. Then, you turned to your husband and raised an eyebrow as if to reiterate your previous question without verbally stating it again.
“It’s nothing, just…” Yeonjun trailed off with a sigh, a light pink baby onesie on one of his hands. The garment was so small compared to him. Even the small stacks of neatly folded clothes looked tiny, although it was nearly half your daughter’s wardrobe.
“She’s so small,” Yeonjun whispered, another tear rolling down his cheek. Immediately, you understood exactly where all the emotions were coming from. It happened to you a few times as well when Yejin was particularly cute or you remembered just how long you and Yeonjun had tried for a child, all the struggle it took to get to this point. It was all worth it for her, your perfect little bundle of joy. Even looking at her brought a smile to your face. Even though it had been hard, for her, you would do it all again in a heartbeat.
“And—and, I was folding her clothes, and they’re all just so small, just like her. And she’s so, so cute, and she’s really ours. It doesn’t feel real that she’s finally here. Sometimes I think I’ll wake up one day and realize this was all a dream, like we’re back a few years ago still trying for her,” Yeonjun breathed, words mumbled in his choked up voice.
You shifted closer to him, brushing a hand up and down his back as he leant into your touch. With how often Yeonjun had comforted you and wiped your tears away during pregnancy, now it was your turn to do the same for him.
You had taken it hard back then. Every negative test, every piece of false hope, every month that went by without progress; your husband was there to comfort you through it all. He stayed firm and strong when you weren’t able to. You knew he had been holding back his own feelings on it for you, not wanting to show how much it affected him too. You’d be blind to not see how much it was hurting him as well. He had always wanted a family just as much as you had, and you knew just how happy he was to have finally been able to start one.
It was just an emotional journey.
Yeonjun fully rested his head on your shoulder, warm tears dripping onto your shirt. You didn’t mind. You just continued to stroke his back, reaching out to hold one of his hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Yeonjun couldn’t stay strong forever. Although it had been two weeks since you came home from the hospital, it felt like today was the first time you truly got to relax and breathe. Caring for a newborn was nonstop, and you were both running on sleepless nights and parenting anxiety. You worked through it like you did anything, though. As long as you had each other, you were sure things would turn out okay.
“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered after minutes of silence. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional all of a sudden.” He pulled back from the hug and sent you a small smile, assuring you silently that he was okay, that those small moments of comfort were all he needed. He carefully folded the small onesie he was still holding and placed it on top of the stack of other similar ones.
Leaning over the baby rocker, he smiled brightly at his daughter. Still sleeping soundly without a care in the world, wrapped up in a soft yellow onesie. Her hands were balled into little tiny fists, so small that they could barely wrap around Yeonjun’s thumb.
He brushed a few fingers over Yejin’s head and soft wispy strands of hair. It was peaceful watching her sleep, and a feeling of reassurance washed over Yeonjun. He was her dad, and he loved her more than anything in the world. He’d sacrifice everything for her— his perfect little angel.
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