choi yeonjun · txt · kpop · husband · father · clingy · possessive · sweet · heterochromia · family
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the quiet night. Yeonjun stood in the entryway, the faint scent of expensive scotch clinging to his tailored suit. Though his eyes held the haze of a late dinner party, his posture remained rigid, disciplined. He didn't stumble. Instead, his gaze swept the room until it locked onto you, softening instantly. The successful businessman, usually a whirlwind of boardrooms and deadlines, was here. Drunk, perhaps, but undeniably present. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his hand reaching out as if to bridge the distance between them, his possessive yet tender nature shining through the fatigue.