yeonjun’s most extravagant form of showing affection is throwing you over his shoulder. he especially loves hearing your protests and squeals when he pats your ass to rile you up.
“jun put me down this instant!” you shout when the taller man tosses you over your shoulder like you’re some sort of rag doll.
yeonjun ignores the beating of your fists against his back as he carries you from the bedroom to the kitchen so he can grab a glass of water.
“don’t fight it, love.” yeonjun laughs at your sigh of defeat, pouring the cold drink into a cup before downing it.
he heads back towards your shared bed, delicately laying you down on your back before crawling up to nuzzle into your neck.
“you’re really annoying, you know.”
“mhm whatever,” yeonjun mumbles, already drifting off to sleep.
he’s waiting by the street that leads to the carnival, waiting for you as you walk down to the venue and it’s just like he texted you. He’s standing at the same spot he told he would and wearing the same clothes he said he would. and a smile, a smile that can light up planets of planets. He suggested the carnival date after you told him you’d never been to one??? and yeonjun is so desperate to change that.
So he takes you to all the major booths, the cotton candies, the aiming game where he tells you he’ll get you the plushie and he ends up failing once, twice, a lot and instead you get it when you try and you give it to him. (which you tease him a lot about but stop when he gets very pouty) (also he won’t admit but he lowkey loves the plushie you won for him that he’s carrying around rn)
Next is the ferris wheel, which Yeonjun reluctantly comes along with you (you remember him texting you about how his friends call him “the king of heights,” this is certainly not how you imagined said king. but he cutely pretends to be brave until the wheel almost midway and he nervously attempts to hold your hand.
and you give in and intertwine your hands with his, (at least the ferris wheel paid off, yeonjun thinks as you walk off the wheel).
Lastly you get ice creams, cue him hyping mint choco a lot then being super bummed out because they ran out of it :((( you end up having vanilla because well, vanilla is the greatest (second greatest, yeonjun interrupts) ice cream flavour.
and he walks you home, which to be honest makes you sad because you didn’t want the night to end yet :( this was the best first date you could have ever asked for <3 and despite yeonjun’s anxiety, you end up scheduling a next date right before you go home.
You didn’t even know why you were here. Truthfully you’d rather stay home and cry yourself to sleep, but hey, that’s pitiful so you got your sorry ass up, put on the shortest, tightest outfit you had, did you hair and makeup and showed up to your friend’s New Year’s party.
You had downed two double shots of vodka in one go a few minutes ago, which did wonders for your tolerance. Now, all you needed was a cute guy to keep you entertained.
“Yeji, I need a guy”, you tell your friend who’s vaping right next to you, “This dress is tight as fuck and I need someone to take it off of me”.
“Okay”, laughs Yeji, “Girl, we’ll find you someone, don’t worry.”
You pout at the third glass of neat vodka in front of you, “I hate vodka”
“I’ll get you a mixer?”
“Sure”
“Babe, promise me you’ll mingle with someone in the meanwhile. You’re leaving tonight with a guy, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’ what I’m here for”
“Okay, be right back!”
However, you were upset and it showed. You had just broken up with Yeonjun a few days ago, and no shit, you weren’t over it. However, screw that guy. You didn’t need him, you could easily get another guy if you wanted to. You sat there for a while, mulling over your tragic love life when your thoughts were interrupted.
“Y/N! Let’s dance!”, a deep voice came from over you.
You look up to find Beomgyu reaching out, wanting to drag you into the free space in the living room where people were now dancing.
“Yeah. No”, you reply, “I am way too sober to be dancing right now”, you tell him.
“Hmm”, he smirks, “You know what you need?”, he grabs a bottle of vodka from the table and brings it over to you, “Okay, open up”, he instructs.
“Um, hello, I do not chug, okay. I am a lady and I drink like one. So, pour the drink into my glass”
‘Oh god. Fine”, Beomgyu rolled his eyes.
Next thing you know, you were dancing in the living room with your deep voiced friend. You had your body sloppily thrown over him, his hands on your waist and yours around his neck. The two of you looked drunk out of your minds. You could barely stand and he was trying his best to keep you from falling to the ground.
At one point, you even thought you saw Yeonjun twirling some other girl near you - which both Beomgyu and you decided to imitate for the fun of it. The two of confused to who was going to twirl whom and hence ended up taking turns to twirl each other.
This went one for an hour or two, until finally, the pair of giggling mess, decided to make way to the couch. He took a seat on one end of it, patting on the space beside him for you to sit down.
“I’m sitting on you lap”, you announce, facing him.
“You don’t want to sit on the couch?”, he slurs at you, ‘Okay, come here then”, replies Beomgyu as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms going around to hold you against him.
Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun was watching the entire interaction from the opposite couch with a seemingly seething expression on his face. Unfortunately, you were way past drunk to notice his presence in the room anymore. You wanted to be under someone tonight, and if that someone was going to Beomgyu, that’s even better! Beomgyu was as hot as hookups get, and this was just perfect.
Your thoughts were interrupted when a couple of your friends, including Yeji came over to click pictures with you. You had your arms around Beomgyu for most of them and when they were gone, you couldn’t help but want to get away from all the crowd and the music.
“You wanna get out of here for a while?”, you ask Beomgyu.
You had spent the entire night, latched onto him. The guy being no expection to the behavior himself. If this was going anywhere, the both of you knew where exactly that would be.
“Um, sure. Bedroom?”, he breathes heavily, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips.
“Okay”, you reply.
“Okay”
You got off him and the two of you stand up and make your way towards the room at the other end of the hallway. You open up the door and as soon as you get in, Beomgyu closes it and pushes you against the table nearby, latching his lips flush onto yours.
His hand pushes you closer by your waist, while the other slithered down to squeeze your butt cheeks. You had you hands against his chest, which you moved to tug onto his hair as his lips, seeming to have a mind of their own, traces patterns downwards to your neck.
Knock.
You slightly pull back from Beomgyu.
Knock. Knock,
“I’ll get it”, he says
He steps away from you to open the door. On the other side of it stood an an extremely unimpressed, seemingly irritated Yeonjun. He looks past the boy and into the room to glare at you.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink”, he states, before he walks in and drags you out the room with him.
***
Guys, I ran out of time. I got finals tomorrow. Lemme know what you think. Part 2? -M
“You wanna touch someone else?”, seethes Yeonjun, his chest against yours, eyes glaring down into your own as tingles ran through your blood - from him or the vodka, you weren’t quite sure of.
synopsis;;in which you are a lime, and Yeonjun is a lemon.
content&warnings ;; swearing; I think it just like one word but still.
note;; repost from my old blog lipbeom! I edited the first part a little bit but then I got tired so the rest is pretty much unchanged. I was going to make a new synopsis but my brain blanked so I just kept the old, slightly vague one but I promise it makes sense if you read it wink wink hint hint
Yeonjun had always found you to be a little interesting. He imagined this conclusion occurred when the both of you were bright-eyed six year olds still new to the wonders of the world.
It was at this time, six years young, when you became enamored with limes and lemons. While other kids your age were invested in dolls and toy cars and legos you had taken an interest in fruit. It was weird.
Even still, Yeonjun would listen to you drone on about them, how they were a little “family”. He assumed it was your observant nature paired with your kind heart that enlightened you to the fact that limes were given less love than their lemon counterparts. It was then that your fight began, you were determined to bring limes out of the lemon’s shadow.
Yeonjun was drawn into your affair with limes when you made him your business partner in your limeade stand: step one of your plan to give limes the love and respect that they so desperately deserved.
And though you did sell a decent amount of limeade, it was because the adults who passed by saw a kid passionate about their stand and didn’t want to ruin the dreams of what they thought to be a young budding entrepreneur.
The limeade itself was awful.
It took Yeonjun one sip to realize that you definitely did not know how to make it. The bitter taste that stung his tongue was enough to make it clear you didn’t put in nearly enough sugar. Somehow, and at the time he had not been aware why, the smile on your face and the twinkle in your eyes made the limeade taste just a little sweeter.
genre: childhood friends/idiots to lovers, fluff, angst
wc: 10.5k
summary: spending valentine’s day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for you two ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.
warnings: mentions of underage drinking, communication problems
note: happy valentine’s day! i am in love with one (1) man
why your teacher was so insistent on making a bunch of second graders celebrate valentine’s day was beyond what your seven year-old mind could comprehend.
