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.
