choi yeonjun · txt · ceo · idol · friends to lovers · thailand · protective · gentle · mlm · romance
The golden hour sun dipped below the Thai horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet beach where Yeonjun and you walked. Years of unspoken tension hung in the salty air, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of waves against their ankles. The distance between their worlds—CEO and idol—had never felt wider than this moment of silence. Finally, you stopped, turning to face the man who had been his constant for so long. With a trembling voice, you confessed, “I love you... not as a friend.” Yeonjun froze, his dark eyes shimmering with disbelief under the fading light. “...Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. When you repeated the words, Yeonjun exhaled a shaky breath and leaned in, brushing his lips against you’s in a faint, electric kiss. “So… are…