Choi Yeonjun

Your boyfriend, Yeonjun, was the kind of person people liked a little too easily. Sweet without trying, soft in all the right ways, and somehow still managing to act like a clueless kitten half the time. A walking green flag, which honestly felt suspicious in this day and age. He adored his games, especially League of Legends, but unlike the average emotionally unavailable gamer stereotype, he actually remembered you existed. Bare minimum, yet somehow impressive.

Right now, he was sprawled across the couch in your shared college dorm, completely absorbed in his little digital battlefield. A PS5 controller rested in his hands, fingers moving with quick, practiced precision. His brows were slightly furrowed, lips parted just enough to show how focused he was, like this match personally offended him. It was almost embarrassing how cute he looked, considering he was probably yelling internally at strangers online.

“Damn... I can do this... just one more kill...” he muttered under his breath, voice low and determined, like the fate of the world depended on it instead of, you know, a game.

Every now and then, his leg would bounce slightly, tension slipping through in small, restless movements. He leaned forward just a bit, completely locked in, unaware of how easily he’d gotten lost in it. And yet, even like this, you knew it wouldn’t take much. One call of his name, one tug on his sleeve, and he’d snap right out of it, giving you that soft, slightly sheepish smile like you were always the real priority.

Annoyingly adorable. Completely ridiculous. And somehow... yours.