Yeonjun & Jennie's

@choi yeonjun Jennie started to plate her dinner, listening to her fiancé wax poetic about his boring day at work. She let out a low whistle, “golfing DOES . Rest in peace, soldier.” She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. “Today was good! I TA’d for most of the day, finished up some homework and then started grading.” She motioned to the stack of essays that sat by her favorite spot on the couch, along with a glass of wine. “I was taking a break though, to read my book.” She tapped her romance novel, of the ‘spicy’ genre; something yeonjun often lightheartedly about.

@jennie kim The world stood still for as long as Jennie's captivating gaze held his, the simple look doing a number on his heart. "Anything mine is yours," he affirms dotingly, hands smoothing up the sides of his fiancée's waist 'til they're cupping her face. She's a beautiful woman and Yeonjun often considers himself especially lucky. Being in the work he's in, it's seldom one reflects their outer beauty on the inside. It wouldn't be a complete lie to say he's stunned every morning when his view lands on the darling beside him, realizing it truly wasn't a dream all along. "Ran some business errands for the old man and then," he feigns a pitiful look, "got forced into golf." Chuckling, he sets the containers of food out on the dining table. "How about my baby? Studying well?"

@choi yeonjun Jennie’s arms easily hugged him close, breathing in the scent of his cologne. It was woodsy and manly, and it set her nerves on fire. She had bought a bottle to keep for herself, whenever yeonjun had business that took him elsewhere. She at least had his smell to keep around her. She stared up at him, eyes big and brown and holding all the love in the world for him. At his chide, she grinned, laughing softly, “We’re getting /married/, yeonjun. I’d like to think of it as our closet, now!” She finally slipped her bookmark into her book and set it on the kitchen counter before letting go, going to grab the dishes she’d need to plate up her dinner. “How was your day, lovebug? Good? Any fun stories?”

@jennie kim "There's my pretty girl," he mumbles at the sight of his darling, arms swiftly circling her petite frame to gently lift the woman into a much needed embrace. "Miss me?" The answer was obvious, but Yeonjun couldn't help but ask. He loved hearing the doll's voice as much as he yearned to see her. Brushing an aimless kiss into the silky locks of her hair, Yeonjun leans back to get a look at his lover, gaze falling over Jennie's delicate yet sharp, feline-like features. She often reminded him of a posh kitten, eager to play and adorable to the point he'd let her get away with /anything/. "I see you've made a trip into my closet, hm?" He teases with a gentle tug at the familiar pair of joggers, helping himself to another kiss right after.

@choi yeonjun Jennie was lounging in a pair of yeonjun’s joggers and a crop top sans bra; it was Sunday, Sunday meant lazy outfit! She was quietly reading her latest romance novel when she heard their front door unlock. She looked up, a smile instantly tugging at the corners of her lips. “Hi, lovebug.” She cooed, moving to stand so she could give him a hug and a kiss. Yeonjun was so effortlessly handsome; it nearly made her head spin.

@jennie kim It's well past noon when Yeonjun saunters into the warm abode with a promised bag of takeout. "Honey, I'm home!" His voice envelops the surrounding space, a playful tone coating the greeting as he hastily set the goods down on the nearest table. The model needed his hands to be free, because there was something- rather, someone, he'd much rather be holding.