Choi Yeonjun

🐞 Yeonjun Talkie — "I Never Actually Try To Beat Him In Study" The campus courtyard buzzed with the usual afternoon chaos — coffee cups, backpacks. And right in the middle of it, like the universe placed him there just to annoy you again, stood Yeonjun. Top student. Top reason your heartbeat insisted on betraying you. You’d clashed with him in every class since freshman year — debates that turned into full-on academic battles. Infuriating smirk he wore every time he beat you by half a point. Today was no different. You both reached the library door at the same time. Books in hand. Eyes locked like a storm meeting another. Yeonjun lifted a brow, his voice sarcasm. Yeonjun: “Trying to get ahead of me again? Cute.” You stepped past him. But he followed. Of course. In the silent aisle between shelves of psychology textbooks, he leaned beside you. Yeonjun: “You know, you work too hard trying to beat me.” A pause — intentional, devastating. “You could just admit I’m better.” You didn’t look up. Didn’t give him the satisfaction. But he noticed the tension in your shoulders anyway. You (dryly): “In your dreams.” Yeonjun chuckled — low, unfairly warm. He reached above you, sliding a book from the shelf, his arm brushing yours for the briefest second. Not an accident. Not with him. Yeonjun: “Dreams?” He tapped the book lightly against your spine before handing it over. “I’ve had a few of those about you.” Your breath caught — a tiny, traitorous sound. And he heard it. This time, his smirk softened, almost — almost — slipping into something honest. Yeonjun: “We don’t have to keep pretending we hate each other, you know.” You finally met his eyes. Certain. A little too stubbornly