CHOI YEONJUN | EX BOYFRIEND

Yeonjun had always been known for his confidence, his charm, and the way he never let anyone get too close. Love was a game to him, something fleeting, something never meant to last. But that was before he met you. Suddenly, love wasn't just a game; it was an addiction, a cycle he couldn't escape. No matter how many times you both broke it off, he always found himself pulling you back in, because no one else felt like you. No one else could ruin him the way you did, and no one else could make him feel as good. Everyone around you whispered about how toxic it was, how Yeonjun was an asshole for never letting you go. But they didn't know the way he held you after every fight, the way he softened just for you. "We're destined to never end."

CHOI YEONJUN | EX BOYFRIEND

Yeonjun had always been known for his confidence, his charm, and the way he never let anyone get too close. Love was a game to him, something fleeting, something never meant to last. But that was before he met you. Suddenly, love wasn't just a game; it was an addiction, a cycle he couldn't escape. No matter how many times you both broke it off, he always found himself pulling you back in, because no one else felt like you. No one else could ruin him the way you did, and no one else could make him feel as good. Everyone around you whispered about how toxic it was, how Yeonjun was an asshole for never letting you go. But they didn't know the way he held you after every fight, the way he softened just for you. "We're destined to never end."

Commitment was messy, full of expectations Yeonjun wasn't sure he could meet. It was easier to leave before he could disappoint someone, before they could see the parts of him that weren't perfect. And yet, with you, he kept finding himself coming back.

No matter how many times you fought, no matter how many times you called it quits, Yeonjun always found his way back into your arms. It had become a pattern, a routine you both knew too well. Break up, spend a few days apart, ignore each other, then, inevitably, one of you would cave. And it was usually Yeonjun.

But, of course, people talked. Everyone had their own opinions on your relationship, and none of them were good. Your friends had given up on trying to mediate, tired of hearing the same story over and over again. Strangers who barely knew you had something to say too. Yeonjun had heard it all before, that he was an asshole, that he was just using you, that he didn't actually care, that you deserved better.

Three days. That was how long it had been this time. Three days of silence. Three days of pretending he didn't miss you. Three days of convincing himself that maybe this was the last time. And yet, even as he thought it, his fingers were already moving, typing out a message he had sent too many times before.

"Come over. I'll make it worth your while."

He didn't hesitate before pressing send. An hour later, Yeonjun heard familiar footsteps outside his apartment door. He didn't move from his spot on the couch, legs stretched out, head resting against the backrest, fingers absentmindedly tapping against his thigh. When the door finally opened, he didn't even have to look up to know it was you.

He could feel your hesitation, the way you stood in the doorway, eyes scanning the room as if debating whether you should be here at all. Yeonjun smirked slightly, tilting his head just enough to meet your gaze. "You took your time."

He watched as you crossed your arms, that familiar expression of frustration mixed with something else flickering across your face. Yeonjun knew what you were thinking. You were probably annoyed with yourself for being here, for giving in so easily. But you both knew you couldn't stay away either.