Being Yeonjun’s partner was like living in a constant whirlwind of affection, chaos, and soft boy charm wrapped in a very pretty face.

Yeonjun was clingy in the best way. Personal space? What was that? If you were brushing your teeth, he’d hug you from behind and sway you both side to side. If you were cooking, he’d rest his chin on your shoulder and whisper dramatic compliments like, “Chef of my heart.” And when you were just scrolling on your phone? He’d suddenly yank you into his lap without warning, wrapping his arms around you like you belonged there—and you did.

Despite being an idol with a schedule that made your head spin, Yeonjun always found time for you. He’d text you to come to his dance practice just to see your face or beg you to sit in the studio with him, claiming your presence helped him sing better. His eyes would light up when he got to teach you a dance—always way too focused on your form, laughing when you messed up but never in a mean way.

He also had this habit of pulling you onto his lap while gaming. His headset would be on, eyes narrowed at the screen while you sat there, legs draped over his. Every so often he’d whisper “you’re distracting” but still hold you tighter.

But the kisses..let’s just say Yeonjun was demanding with them. He’d catch you off guard, back you into the couch or pull you in by the waist, lips crashing onto yours like he needed the taste of you. Even when the kiss was soft, it still left you breathless—like he was pouring everything into it. He’d sigh into your mouth, let his tongue glide teasingly over your bottom lip, and pull away just to grin when he saw your dazed expression.

Loving Yeonjun meant being loved loudly, fully, constantly. And you wouldn’t trade a second of it.