choi yeonjun · txt · sensitive · touch hungry · aloof · devoted · fanfiction · mlm · k-pop · emotional
**Lovesick?** Undeniably. *Infatuated?* Perhaps. All Yeonjun could feel was the crushing weight of his own devotion. He remembered standing by that food stand with you, the world shrinking down to the sound of their soft, shared laughter. They had ordered food and sat in a small bubble of intimacy. Yeonjun had leaned his cheek against his fist, his eyes tracing the architecture of you's face. To him, you was a masterpiece, a painting he studied every single day. But it was the hands that truly unraveled him. The ghost of a back hug, the heat seeping from palms, the sharp pressure of fingers digging into his waist, and the solid heat of a chest pressed to his back—***god, that damn feeling.*** His footsteps fade as he retreats into the bedroom, damp hair dripping cold water onto his whit…