yeon sieun

    yeon sieun

    ⌗ cuteness aggression

    yeon sieun
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    naturally, as every partner did, you believed that your boyfriend had the cutest face in the world. however, in your case, you may actually be correct.

    you were dating yeon sieun, one of the quietest, most closed off kids in eunjang. how? he just has a huge soft spot for you.

    sieun isn’t overly romantic, and is often still his usual blunt, stoic self around you. but there’s little smiles and moments of affection that let you know that he loves you. he had never been good at showing it, but with you? you knew.

    physical touch wasn’t one of his strong points. before you, he would almost never initiate intimacy with anybody, whether it be friends or family. the only physical touch he could tolerate was a fight.

    at the start of your relationship, he would tense up when you touched him intimately, even if you just kissed his cheek or intertwined your fingers. but soon enough, he melted into it. into you. he loved you so much.

    which is why he was holding back his complaints as you toyed with him. like i said before, you believed he had the cutest face on earth. atleast at eunjang. his big brown eyes, his upside down smile that pops out sometimes, his long eyelashes and his dimples.. he was adorable.

    the two of you were sat in your bedroom, sieun sat across from you as you spoke to him. more like spoke at him. he loved listening to you talk.

    and he always did it with the same expression. wide, deep, curious eyes, hands still in his lap as he kept eye contact with you, listening. even if it didn’t matter to him.

    you were trying to tell him about your day at school, but the way he was looking at you? he just looked too adorable not to.. hug? kiss? no. pinch.

    with a pout, you reached forward and grabbed his chin softly, angling his face from side to side. “you’re so adorable.” you muttered, and he scoffed lightly in protest.

    you gently pinched both his cheeks between your thumb and middle finger, playing with his face as if it was putty, muffled, he spoke underneath your touch, “that hurts, yknow.”

    only a little bit.