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thepixelelf · 2 years

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Rookie Moves

Genres: spy/secret agent au, romance Pairing: Reader & Bomin (Golden Child) Words: 1.6k Warnings: guns, injuries, a lil makeout. reader wears a suit Notes: ah yes, a baby fic that's too long to be a blurb and too short to really be a full fic 💕 we love consistency here on thepixelelf.com

On his first ever mission, Bomin decides to play hero.

Bomin watches you with narrowed eyes from across the room, leaned up against the wall between two floor-to-ceiling windows, a champagne flute in hand that he's yet to sip from. You, in the gorgeous, blood red waistcoat and slacks two-piece everyone at HQ said you just had to wear for this mission, don't notice Bomin's stare at all. Or, if you do, you ignore it. Your champagne glass is near empty, and it's your second one of the night.

Of course, that's your job. Get all smarmy with the target until they're drunk and enamoured with you — enough so that they'll give you the information you need so that you can pass it off to Sungyoon, who's making his own rounds within the party dressed as one of the many waitstaff.

You laugh at something the target says, and Bomin knows it's not real, but no one around you does. He scoffs at the way the target looks at you; like you're naive and easy. They have no idea they're being played.

But do you really have to stand that close?

"Easy, loverboy," Jibeom says through Bomin's comm. "You're gonna burn a hole through the target before we get anything out of 'em with all that glaring."

"I am not glaring," Bomin hisses. He should be thankful that Jibeom is in charge of communications and can make a separate channel with just him and Bomin in it, but since Jibeom is the one teasing him in the first place...

"Sure, sure. Just relax, yeah? Agent Carmine is your superior officer, Rookie. They know what they're doing."

Bomin scoffs again. "Yeah, and they're good at it."

"Okay!" Jibeom whoas out. "Let's just reel in that big green monster real quick before—"

The line goes dead, and Bomin frowns at the sudden, ominous silence. "Agent Grey?" He uses Jibeom's alias first, but when no answer comes, his brows furrow, and his hand instinctively goes up to his earpiece. "Hey, Jibeom? You there?"

A burst of static explodes in Bomin's ear, making him flinch and wince. Bomin stretches his jaw out to try to wave off the high-pitched ringing the burst left behind.

"—been made. Sungyoon—" Jibeom's voice cuts in and out, interrupted by static and, even worse, silence. "—he's down. Seungmin— They—"

Bomin's eyes frantically flit over the party, but he can't see Sungyoon. Nothing in the room even seems amiss, like everything that's so obviously going wrong on their end doesn't even matter to the rich people on the surface.

"—knew we were com— the whole time. I can't—" Jibeom sounds more and more frantic with each fragmented sentence. He's used to always knowing what's going on. Always knowing what to do. "—Agent Carmine. Their comms— down."

Rattled, Bomin returns his gaze to you, and his heart sinks when he realizes you're still talking to the target like nothing happened. You can't hear anything. You don't know the entire operation's going under.

"The target knows— Carmine— Rookie, you gotta— out of there. I'll—"

Jibeom's broken voice cuts out again, lost for more than a few seconds. Heart racing, Bomin can't remove his eyes off you to assess the situation like he knows he's supposed to. All that training never prepared him for this: a mission going sideways. Every other mission he's been allowed on, even though it was just backup, like now, went smoothly. He barely had to lift a finger.

But now, Sungyoon might be down, Seungmin might be god knows where, and Jibeom can't even reach you.

The target cradles your wrist in their hand, admiring your expensive cuff links, and before Bomin even knows what he's doing, he's next to you. He takes your arm in one hand and uses the other to remove the target's stupid fingers.

"We're going," he whispers, only to you.

Unaware of anything ado, you paint an awkward smile on your face and try to gauge the expressions of those around you. In your eyes, he sees you make the decision to pretend not to know him. "I'm sorry, sir, but—"

"But the party's just begun, don't you think?" the target speaks, seemingly unbothered by the way Bomin is now holding your wrist. That only makes Bomin want to hold you tighter. The target smiles, and it sends a shiver down his spine. "Wouldn't want to cut off the fun too early."

You laugh politely, nervously, and try to pry yourself out of Bomin's grip. "Of course, we can't..."

"Rookie—" Jibeom's voice returns, more panicked than ever. "—out of there. Now!"

Bomin doesn't really think.

(Well, he does, but the only thing in his mind is holy shit I might die before I ever kiss them. And that's not a very helpful or intelligent thought, so.)

All he does is spin you around, put his hands on your cheeks, and muffle whatever ass-kissing words you were trying to say by planting a big fat one on your lips.

You push him off, a scowl stretching the corners of your lips, your facade dropped. "The hell are you—?"

Bomin pulls the gun hidden beneath his suit out, pointing it directly at the target.

They just laugh. "Now this is fun."

Behind Bomin, you mutter, "What the..." just as the rest of the people you'd been talking to pull out their own concealed firearms, pointing them at you and Bomin. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

"It's cute that you got yourself a little guard dog, Agent Carmine."

Your eyes widen at the target's words. They even know your alias— Bomin tightens his grip on his gun, his trigger finger itching — what else do they know?

"Fortunately for me, I have a few of my own." They gesture to the people now circled around you.

"I always knew you were a coward," you spit at them. "What? Can't hold your own?"

The target doesn't fall for your taunts, though, chuckling in a way that sends a shiver down Bomin's spine. "That's cute, Carmine. I'll bother holding my own when I run out of people to pay to do it for me."

They laugh again, full-bellied with their eyes almost slipping shut.

Under your breath, you whisper just loud enough for Bomin to hear. "You wanna be helpful to this mission, Rookie?" You don't wait for an answer. "I'm gonna need you to do me a favour."

"Name it."

"Duck."

"You kissed them?!" Jibeom screeches, making Bomin scramble to cover his mouth with his hand. It's too late though -- probably the entire medbay heard him.

"I thought we were going to die!" he whispers harshly.

"Die?" Jibeom echoes, voice at a normal volume. His face is scrunched up from holding in his laughter. "With Agent Carmine? You saw how they single-handedly took down all those gunmen and the target, right?"

Bomin grumbles, "Yeah. I was there."

"Oh my god. You kissed Carmine--" Jibeom wipes away an actual, real tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh my god. They're gonna kill you. You're so dead!"

"Rookie."

Both of them turn to see Sungyoon walking into the medbay. His shoulder is messed up from the mission, but he refuses to take pain killers because of his stupid pride, so he winces when he cocks his head toward the exit.

"Carmine wants you in training room B."

Jibeom puts a hand on Bomin's shoulder. "It was nice knowing you, Rookie."

Bomin blinks at you, hands limp at his sides. "...What?"

"You heard me," you say. The training room is empty except for the two of you, so your voice echoes off the walls. "Punch me. Have at it."

"You got shot yesterday. Twice."

Adjusting the sling holding your dominant arm, you raise a brow. "And?"

"I'm not going to punch you."

"Well, you're gonna have to."

"Why?"

You smile, gesturing to yourself. "If you want a piece of this ass, Rookie, you're gonna have to prove you're stronger than me." The smile on your lips curls into a smirk. "I have high standards, you know."

Bomin splutters, choking on his own spit as he feels every drop of blood in his body rush straight to his ears. "I... I..."

"Hit me," you tell him. "At least try. I promise you can't hurt me."

Bomin fights back the urge to pout. "That's not true... You're at a huge disadvantage."

You let out a chuckle. "How about you try to punch me and find out?"

Sighing, Bomin bends his knees and balls his hands into fists, holding them up. If there's one thing everyone in the agency knows about you, it's that you never back down. He doesn't want to hit you. As great of a fighter as you are, your dominant arm is in a sling, and you've got another bullet hole in your side. You descend into a stance too, though, and wait for him to throw the first punch.

He'll just humour you. He won't use all his strength.

Any bit of wind that was in his lungs gets knocked straight, and before Bomin knows it, he's staring at the ceiling. Your good hand pins one of his wrists to the soft mat flooring, and his other arm is trapped under your shin. You rest some of your weight on his torso.

"What the--!"

"That was pathetic, Rookie," you tease. "I sure hope you were just faking that for my benefit."

"I--"

"Come to think of it, maybe this whole thing was a ruse." Still holding him down with ease, you glance upwards as if recalling the memory. "After all, that little peck during the mission was hardly a kiss."

Bomin's eyes widen, and he struggles to free himself to no avail.

"This--" You lean down, planting your lips on his, and Bomin freezes. He feels like he's made of molasses, like he can't react for way too many seconds, but then your lips move. You take his bottom lip between yours, and Bomin lights aflame. He kisses you back with everything he felt right before he kissed you the first time. He breathes out like he's held his breath since he met you. His arms are free -- when did that happen...? -- so he brings them up, one on your cheek and one on your side, careful not to upset your injuries. The world is on fire, but just as he braves his tongue out, you pull back, a wide grin on your face. "--is a kiss."

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byzantiumshades · 4 years

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Pairing: Choi Bomin (Golden Child) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Contains: Dirty talk, mentions of pegging, hand job, dry-humping, praise kink, nipple play

Word count: 1183

A/N: Three words: That Psycho cover. Fuck???

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Curiosity killed the cat, they say, yet you couldn’t help yourself. Pretending to look at the newspaper you were observing your boyfriend as he changed into some comfortable clothes after work.

„So…,” you started seemingly uninterested.

When you didn’t finish, he looked up with a raised brow.

“So?” repeated Bomin questioningly taking off his white shirt.

“So what is your opinion on harness?”

He choked on air and turned away from you to face the closet ostentatiously pondering what to wear.

“Why are you asking?”

He sounded uninterested but both his ears and the back of his neck were flushed. You smirked seeing that and got up quietly. Bomin gasped softly when you wrapped your arms around his naked waist from behind, your smirk widened when you felt the shudder that went through his body.

“Because I can’t get out of my head the image of you in them baby,” you murmured placing gentle kisses on his back and shoulders.

“I-is that so,” he gasped grabbing tightly the edge of one of the shelves.

“I want to fuck you in it so badly,” you sighed as your left hand slowly slipped down his torso.

Bomin whimpered when you started to massage his length through his sweats with just the right amount of pressure to make his knees weak. You barely started, and he was already worked up: his lean body covered with a thin layer of sweat, breathing fast and heavy, legs trembling slightly as you pressed your body against his.

“It’d look so good next to all the hickeys I’d place on your chest and back. Not to mention how it’d emphasize your silhouette.”

You knew what your words were doing to him – you could literally feel it under your hand. You rolled your hips against his ass, and he moaned clearly reminded of other activities you liked to engage in. Not that he complained: there was nothing that made his vision go white as often as your strap hitting his prostate.

“Y-you promised me you w-wouldn’t make any h-hickeys,” he stuttered pushing his body into yours.

He could easily turn the tables and press you against the wall, Bomin knew that. However, it turned him on to no end that you had complete control over him even though you were smaller and physically weaker than him. You could put him on his knees just like that, and he’d eat out of your hand.

“Can’t I have some fun even in my imagination,” you huffed rolling your eyes.

Bomin laughed softly with a shake of his head.

“Well,” he started only to cut himself with a quiet moan.

“Well what?” you asked with a smirk rubbing the head on his dick through the fabric.

He took a deep breath trying to take himself together, but he failed thanks to your ministrations.

“It’s not like I don’t like it,” he sighed.

“Quite the opposite,” he added quietly.

Your embrace tightened just a little, but he felt it. And then he felt you rubbing your crotch against his butt.

“Come again?” you purred tracing patterns on his naked chest with your free hands.

He whispered your name as you started to toy with his nipples: massaging them with your fingertips, teasing the areoles with your nails. You chuckled quietly taking in his current position as he begged you for more.

“Aren’t you a pretty little slut my sweet Bomin? Pushing your ass into my crotch, chest into my hands. Bet I’d make you scream my name if I took you against that wall.”

“I-I,” he managed to say but you didn’t let him finish.

His hard cock sprung out as you pulled down his sweats and slapped his lower abdomen. You spat on your left hand and wrapped your fingers around the length making him cry out your name much louder than before.

“Oh, is someone sensitive here?”

Bomin only huffed in answer trying his best not to fuck your hand. He wanted to move his hips so badly, but he also knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He also knew you were waiting for him to make a mistake, and he really didn’t want to give you this satisfaction.

“What did you, ugh, expect after, um, teasing me like that,” he answered successfully despite your ministrations.

You were absolutely delighted by his determination not to lose against you. He was bound to fail in the end of course but Bomin knew it made you wet every single time when he opposed you just a little. This way his surrender tasted much sweeter and felt like an actual reward for you. He often used that fact to tease you and push your boundaries – invariably cocky even after you brought him to tears and his body was spent.

“God, you don’t even know how aroused I am right now,” you panted shaking your head.

“My pussy is throbbing for you, baby.”

“Fuck,” he said only as his dick twitched in your hand at those words.

You rubbed your crotch against his ass harder deciding to check if you can get off this way. Turning your boyfriend into such a mess was highly arousing itself. The way he cried out your name and trembled thanks to your ministrations combined with rough texture of your jeans should definitely make you come.

“Are you close baby?” you asked lazily rolling your hips in the rhythm of your strokes.

Bomin quickly realized what you were up to, so he started to rub his butt against you creating even more friction than before. You gasped caught off guard by the spark of raw pleasure that sparkled in your body.

“My pussy is clenching around nothing Bomin,” you moaned into his shoulder.

“I’d rather milk your dick,” you added in a mischievous tone.

It was like the last straw that broke the bowl: with a loud moan of your name he snapped his hips forward. You loosened your fingers just enough for him to be able to fuck it and focused on getting off yourself. Bomin was murmuring something that was a chaotic mix of your name, begs and promises.

“Holy fuck I’m coming,” he cried out as his cum covered your fingers and hand.

The wave of pleasure flooded your body shortly after and your eyes rolled back. Panting you rolled your hips slowly one last time just to tease yourself as your pussy throbbed. Your boyfriend breathed heavily, his body trembling. You placed a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades and moved away a little.

“I really need to buy you that harness,” you chuckled trying to catch your breath.

He turned around to face you and his arms circled your waist immediately.

“Maybe when I get a few days off,” Bomin answered with a mischievous smirk.

“And why is that?” you asked tilting your head curiously.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after that,” he shrugged licking his swollen from biting lips.

“Yeah, me neither,” you murmured before pushing him against the wall with a sole purpose to kiss him breathless in your mind.

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golchaworld · 3 years

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[1:19pm]

You’re always greeted with a sweet kiss to your forehead. It’s a simple yet intimate display of affection, one that you’ve gotten all too familiar with over the course of dating your boyfriend. Every time you walk through the doors of the dorm, you’re greeted with the soft chime of the door’s alarm, followed instantly by a hug, and a soft press of warm lips to your forehead.

Bomin’s arms are strong and secure around you, trapping you into a warm embrace. You wish you could see the dimples that you know are currently indenting his cheeks, but the way he has you tucked close to his chest leaves no room for you to move. After a moment, however, Bomin loosens his hold just enough for you to meet his eyes. Just like you expected, he’s smiling.

“Hello there, beautiful.”

“Hi Bominie.”

After a moment of just looking at you, Bomin pulls you back into a hug, squeezing you tight for a short moment before releasing you. He’s quick to take your hand, however, pulling you further into the dorm. Instantly, you’re thrown into the chaos of the Golden Child dorms, but with the way Bomin holds your hand in his, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

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kpopthings · 6 years

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Love in Tragedy MASTERLIST

love in tragedy | where in two people in first class caught in between the tragedy best known as the titanic.

“ will i ever see you again? “

pairing: choi bomin [golcha] x reader

part: one - two

#kpop imagines #golden child #golden child imagines #golcha #golcha imagines #choi bomin imagines #choi bomin #titanic au #kp: camille writes #kp: masterlist #kp: golden child

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suk4ijo · 3 years

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forever

pairing: choi bomin (uke) x gender neutral reader (seme) genre: slight smut requested by: anon notes: thank you for requesting! this is very rushed and short so i apologise, i made it gn reader cause i didn't really mention any gender + im sorry for postponing it too much lol, im terrible with smut but i hope you enjoy <3

"h-hey-" bomin was laying on the bed, his shirt pushed half way up - making just enough for you to mark his body entirely yours, just enough to completely ruin his innocence. "wait.." he mumbled as you kissed his neck, moving towards his sensitive buds. you gave the soft peach coloured nipple a lick, sending all kinds of shivers down the youngers' spine. "ugh.." he moaned, grinding into you. "needy much?" you smirked, pulling away from his chest, and pecking his lips - while all he could do was hold onto your shoulders groaning for more. you licked his ear, and went back to his neck, kissing all those un touched places passionately. "ngh, y/n.." he mumbled, sweat glistening his forehead. you caressed his waist, holding him ever so slightly and caringly, almost mis leading that you weren't doing something of utmost lust. bomin wrapped his leg around your abdomen, his arms barely holding him around you.

"do you want to go all the way?" you asked tugging over bomin's oversized sweater. "what kind of question is that?" he replied, closing his eyes resting his head over your shoulder. "so yes?" you continued, finally discarding his last bit of clothing over his upper body. "no, why? totally not gonna be under a hot person half naked not wanting to be fucked." you just chuckled, as you drafted your own shirt and whispered close to his ears; "good job, baby."

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lost-leopard-beanie · 3 years

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— roommates! ; part 6

Summary ! - After being stood up by your prom date, you find yourself pretending to be someone's prom date who tries to make his crush jealous. After a roller-coaster of emotions, all you want to do is erase the memory of that night. What happens if your college roommate for the next 5 years is the same guy you went to prom with ?

Masterlist — playlist

— prev. — next.

Taglist ! [Open] - @meowtella @ofaffectionate @youngwingss @lovecn @jakeycore @imkyunies @glassflowerpetals

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :)

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates).

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face.

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.”

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door.

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule.

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges -

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today.

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today.

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed.

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can.

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.”

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world.

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.”

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop.

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year.

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full.

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away.

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you.

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers.

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck.

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other.

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor.

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you.

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter.

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you.

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them.

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street.

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly.

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep.

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home.

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner.

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?”

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync.

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines.

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio.

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles.

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song.

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves.

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music.

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him.

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair.

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

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2jaeh · 3 years

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day dream | bomin

the image of you - your face, your smile, your voice - is so vivid in bomin's dream, but he's never met you before.

genre: fluff, slight angst, suggestive

word count: 1.1k

author lin

Bomin dragged his long fingers against the soft, white walls of the tunnel through which he was walking. The walls bared a pillow-like texture and the white abyss engulfed Bomin, never seeming to end. Bomin's legs grew tired and he decided to take a seat.

Unconsciously, Bomin let his body fall back onto the walls of the tunnel. Soon enough, the walls swallowed him whole, causing him to kick and scream in agony. He could barely breathe as the warm, marshmallow-like material of the walls wrapped around his body. Suddenly, he felt a tug at his ankle. He was being pulled out of the wall slowly, every inch of his body letting out a sigh of relief as he was released from the clenches of the wall.

Bomin gasped for air once he was completely out of the wall, breathing heavily as he got to his feet. He lifted his head up to see you staring up at him. Your hair swept over your face and your eyes were bright and filled with with curiosity. A smile was plastered on you face, slightly showing off your teeth. Bomin couldn't recognise you, but his heart fluttered at how charming you were.

"Hello..." You greeted Bomin sweetly, the smile never faltering.

"Hi," Bomin replied gingerly, rubbing his elbow in embarrassment, "who are you?"

"______," you answered, "what's yours?"

"Bomin," he nodded before smiling sheepishly, "thanks for saving me."

"It's no big deal," you shrugged nonchalantly, "hey, do you want me to show you something cool?"

"Uh.... sure?" Bomin replied, his voice laced with unsureness.

You turned on your heels and walked down the tunnel and into the darkness with the expectation that Bomin would follow. Bomin lived up to this expectation by chasing after you until he was walking right next to you in the abyss. The two of you were completely blind in the pitch black darkness of the tunnel. Bomin jumped when he felt something brush against his hand.

"Shh, it's just me." He heard you whisper before he felt a hand intertwine with his.

Bomin made no sort of protest to holding your hand. In fact, he rather liked the feeling. You both walked hand in hand through the tunnel until you reached the exit and your vision returned. You let go of Bomin's hand - much to Bomin's disappointment - and rushed out of the tunnel.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You gushed as you spread your arms out and deeply breathed in the fresh air.

The crisp green grass was still drenched in morning dew. The flowers were blooming and the trees were abundant with fruit. Down the bank was a breathtaking river so clear one could see their own reflection in it. Birds were chirping softly in the distance. Indeed it was beautiful. Bomin stepped out of the tunnel, his bare feet pressed against the grass and his dark hair danced with the subtle breeze. He took in the mesmerizing scenery before his eyes fell onto you.

His new companion was sprawled out on the grass, your eyes closed and a satisfied smile still pasted on your face. Bomin sat cross legged on the ground next to you, unable to take his eyes off of you.

"Staring is rude." you snapped Bomin out of his daze and chuckled when you saw the colour of Bomin's cheeks turn pink.

"You're just..." Bomin started but couldn't find the words to finish his sentence.

You laughed once again, finding much amusement in Bomin's embarrassment, and it was like the sweetest melody to his ears. You sat up and faced him. Your eyes scanned him as he kept his eyes on the ground. You studied the strong and handsome features of Bomin's face and absentmindedly, your hand began to inch forward to touch him.

"Beautiful." Bomin's gentle voice brought an even bigger smile to your face as you touched his cheek.

You leaned forward, your eyes closed and your hand bringing his face closer to your own. Unconsciously, Bomin found himself closing his eyes and leaning in as well. The gap between your lips began to decrease with each small movement. Slowly, but surely, you pressed your lips against his. Bomin inhaled the smell of your perfume and melted into the touch of your hands cupping his face.

His hands shakily found their way to your sides, rubbing up and down over the fabric of your shirt. You climbed into his lap, letting your hands rest on his chest as he laid his body down on the lush grass. You straddled his waist, his hands clutching almost desperately onto your thighs as your hands danced all over his torso. A gasp escaped his lips when your cold fingers came into contact with his tummy, going lower and lower….

Bomin bolted up from his bed, the sound of his alarm breaking him away from his slumber. He reached over to his night stand and turned his alarm off. Sweat dripped down from his temple as he placed a hand on his chest, trying his best to calm down his frantically beating heart.

His dream was so vivid. He swore it felt like reality. But once he woke up, he realized his imagination had played a horrible trick on him. He had no idea who you were and he would probably never see you again...

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Bomin hugged his large, black coat closer to his body as the harsh wind blew him mercilessly towards the other direction. He trudged down the pavement whilst the wind refused to let him move any further, let alone walk, but he battled it out until he reached the nearest coffee shop. He slipped through the transparent doors and they slammed behind him at the hands of the wicked wind.

"I'll have a medium sized americano please." He ordered with a smile, but his smile disappeared as soon as he made eye contact with the person at the counter.

"That'll be 1,000 won, sir." You grinned, showing off the same toothy smile that Bomin knew he had definitely seen before, despite not knowing you at all.

Bomin paid for his order, his eyes never leaving you even as he waited for his drink. He looked at the your name tag and his stomach did a flip when it read '______'.

"Uh I know this is weird but, can I get your number?" Bomin asked shyly as he collected his drink from you.

"Umm, sure?" you shrugged as you took Bomin's till slip and wrote down your number, "what's your name?"

"Bomin." He smiled and you suddenly had butterflies in your abdomen.

"Nice to meet you, Bomin." you smiled, your bright eyes making Bomin's heart race.

"Nice to meet you too, ______."

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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team captain // choi bomin

🌟 pairing:: choi bomin x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, everything tbh, volleyball player!bomin 🌟 summary:: the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

a/n: i like this but i don’t know if i do u feel? ——————————————————————————

he was the star volleyball player that everyone thought was perfect because of his background, the way he played, just everything about him but the thing is, not everything about him was so perfect. i wish i didn’t have to find out this way but i did. i remember that day so clearly because i wish i never walked into the room at that moment. i wish i never had anything to do with the boy named choi bomin, the fucking varsity volleyball team captain.

it all started last year when he finally became captain. every girl on campus came to watch him and only him. i was always forced to go by my friends, and it just so happened that one game changed my entire school life. i was on my phone because i honestly could care less about volleyball but when i looked up, he caught my eye. i wouldn’t stop watching him the entire rest of the game. of course i’ve seen him around campus, but i had to admit he was good looking. wrong. he was devastatingly gorgeous. at the end of his game, he looked up into the stands, made eye contact with me before winking.

for the rest of the week i didn’t say anything to anyone about it because for sure it would cause chaos. as if bomin didn’t smirk or wink at me every time he saw me in the hallways. at first i thought it wasn’t me he was looking at but i soon realized that it happened every time he was near me. i didn’t know why he decided to choose me, but i didn’t hate it. no one had to know that though.

“y/n can you go get me my notebook for me please? i left it on the table during class.” mina smiled at me from across the room because she was in a zoom meeting and wasn’t allowed to leave the screen. i rolled my eyes because she made me get off my bed to walk all the way back to the lecture hall.

“do you need anything else your majesty?” i scoffed when she gasped saying that she wanted me to bring food for her. when i walked over there, i put both headphones in playing a song that i was obsessed with for a while now, breathe by golden child. as i slowly walked up to the hallway, there was a professor causing me to yank my headphones out of my ears. i said hello then walked into the room but slowly walked back out when i saw bomin and one of our professors. we had three or four classes together and he would either sit in front of me, behind me, but never beside me.

“just because you’re the team captain, and your parents pay for every major donation to the university won’t help your grades okay bomin? your grades need to rise because if they don’t, i don’t think volleyball is something you should be doing right now.” this professor was new, and she was very brave to be able to even say that to bomin. everyone knew that if you spoke back to bomin he would do anything and everything to get them fired. she wasn’t even a little bit scared.

“i can just do better on the next test what’s the point of this?” when he replied, i hid around the corner of the door trying not to seem like i was eavesdropping on their conversation. i felt that i shouldn’t be listening to this, because it wasn’t something that i should have heard.

“bomin, if you don’t get your grades up, your coach is going to kick you off the team. i will find you a tutor.” she rolled her eyes putting her hand on his shoulder. my jaw dropped open when i realized what she had said.

“whatever.” he scoffed standing up putting both hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. once he stepped out of the door, he looked down to see me before taking a step towards me then when my back was facing the door, he took another step towards me backing me up against the wall. he leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck as he spoke,

“if you say anything about this, i will personally come for you. got it love?” as he finished his sentence, before he walked away, i heard a faint click sound. i didn’t know what it was but i looked into the distance when he walked off. i didn’t think much of it and did what i came to do.

that’s when everything went to shit.

“y/n, you have to get out of here. right now.” the entire volleyball team came running into my room except for their captain. sungyoon was packing my stuff off the table, while joochan was helping me find my hoodie and a hat. he put it on my head quickly before he continued to pace around the room to find something else. donghyun was picking up my bag, while jaehyun was grabbing my phone. i stood there completely clueless before daeyeol grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my dorm.

“what the fuck is going on?” i looked up at daeyeol then turned around when i heard a huge thump. i saw that jangjun, joochan and youngtaek were all laying on top of each other groaning because they all tried to go through the door at the same time.

“we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know that if you don’t leave soon, getting an explanation will be the least of your worries.” daeyeol shook his head putting his hand on my lower back pushing me towards the door of the dorm building. that’s when i realized why they were trying to get me out of the building. bomin’s “to be fiance”, and bomin’s mother were getting out of the car when we walked out.

“hyung i told you we shouldn’t have gone this way.” jibeom looked down mumbling under his breath before pulling me away from their eyes. well at least he tried. joochan stepped in a few seconds later telling me that he had it all under control. i looked up at him questioning what he meant. we continued walking which caused joochan to hang back to talk to jaehyun.

“boys! just the people i was looking for. what a coincidence.” his fiance giggled but narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed i was hanging out with the team. i mean i didn’t usually so i would be weirded out too.

“who the fuck are you?” she scoffed walking up to me just as joochan smoothly jumped over seungmin who was tying his shoe laces. he slid his arm around my waist pulling me to face him completely. i looked up at him shocked at his actions then looked back at the girl.

“she’s my girlfriend, who the fuck are you?” he mocked back at her before turning to laugh with jangjun who was making jokes in my ear about her to make sure i wasn’t freaking out. i looked back at him giggling at him when he was telling me that he had my back.

“when’d you get a girl chan?” she laughed then rolled her eyes looking around to see if there was anyone walking out of the building behind us. she then looked at daeyeol crossing her arms, and scoffed. as joochan was about to reply to her she held up her hand to get him to stop talking.

“okay no. i understand that you think you’ve got it going for you but i don’t think you should be bossing people around like you own the place, especially my man.” i shrugged walking out of joochan’s arms and up into her face. her jaw dropped when she realized i had just talked back to her. she took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed at me then held up her hand to shoo me away.

“you’re irrelevant right now. daeyeol have you seen a bitch with bomin lately? apparently she’s been trying to slide in with my man.” she scoffed swiping on her phone to hold up the picture. i realized it was me. daeyeol gave me a side glance which gave me a message that i needed to get out of there. now.

“boys, let’s go. and we haven’t, but then again any ‘bitch’ hanging out with bomin is always better than the bitch in front of us.” jangjun scoffed then laughed when he was pushing joochan and i to start walking. we all started walking off, and when bomin’s mom and his fiance walked into the building, bomin showed up out of nowhere.

“i’ll take her from here. thank you boys.” he smiled at me holding his hand out to me. i crossed my arms refusing to take his hand but of course, all he had to do was grab my arm pulling me towards the side of the building where it was out of the sight of his mother and to be fiance. he put me up against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. he looked over my shoulder once before turning back to look at me.

“thank you for playing along with the boys. if i went, it would have caused suspicion, so thank you.” he was genuinely thanking me. was bomin actually a nice kid? was he protecting me right now? he put his hand on my cheek caressing my cheek before looking me straight into the eyes.

“well i didn’t know what was going on and i figu-” i started my sentence only to see that his eyes moved down to look at my lips. i bit my lip only to meet his eyes again. he kept his eyes on mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes, well it felt like ten minutes. then he spoke.

“can i kiss you?”

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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first kiss drabble game

[the colour of courage and roses] Bomin blinks dumbly at the red rose in your outstretched hands. He points at himself. "You like... me?"

Raising your head, you let your eyes dart from Bomin's wide eyes, to his slack jaw, to his pointed finger. You nervously bite the inside of your bottom lip, unsure what to do with his reaction. "Um... yes? I know it's kind of cheesy to do this on Valentine's Day but..." Sighing, you drop the rose to your side and bring your other hand up to rub the back of your neck. "Sorry, this was stupid—"

"No!" In a fit of impulse, Bomin surges forward and grabs the rose from you. He doesn't realize that it puts him really close to your face until he's already there, your eyes wide just like his become. "Uh, it's not— it's not, um, stupid. I actually... I also..."

Something like hope glimmers on your face. "You also...?"

"Can I, um— can I..."

"Sure," you say, breathless. "Yeah."

Bomin closes his eyes and leans in, his lips hitting the corner of your mouth, but he doesn't care. He's finally kissing you.

"I GOT THEM! BOMIN I GOT THEM!"

The shouts force you and Bomin to part, and Bomin can't help glowering at his friend for it.

"I GOT THE— oh, whoa, what?" Jangjun lets the bouquet of red roses — that Bomin was planning to give you today until he forgot them in his dorm and made Jangjun run back to get them before you could leave campus for the afternoon — drop to his side. "Aw man, did I miss it?" He points at the flower in Bomin's hand. "And where did you get another rose?"

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multiwendi · 3 years

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Fluff / 20

Bomin - Golcha

sorry for taking me too long to write it, but look! here it is ♡

20. "No. I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed,"

[07:12 a.m]

Something tickled her neck until it woke her up. It was Bomin, her boyfriend. He tried to lay his head on her chest, and his hair was what woke her.

"I think if you were bald, it would be better for me. You couldn't wake me anymore," she said, giggling softly.

"Yah! Good morning to you too. What lovely words for your handsome friend who wanted to show you how much he loves you. I also have nice words for you. Wanna hear?" Bomin sat on the bed and looked at her with a smirk.

"Good morning. I didn't know I have a handsome boyfriend. I only know a silly and smiley boyfriend, but no handsome boyfriend. I'm curious, tell me," she yawned, covering her mouth.

"I wanted to be as funny as you, but your words warmed my heart," he placed his palm on his chest and looked at her with a wide smile, which made her cheeks turn slightly red.

"As I said. You're silly and smiley. Come here so I can cuddle you," she spread her arms, and he quickly snuggled her. Y/N ran her hand through his hair, and he stroked her arm. After a few minutes, Bomin wanted to get up, but she wouldn't let him go.

"No. I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed," Y/N whimpered.

"You're such a baby, not me," he laughed.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

Would you make a scenario where fem reader is in a love triangle with her two best friends Bomin and Joochan?, Like they're super good friends but both of them like her... So they confess in different moments, she kisses both and she's confused. Both of them know about the others feelings but they still want to have the upper hand. You can pick the ending and write it however you want! It'll be great if we could feel the struggle... Maybe making her have her moments whenever she hangs with one of them, like she thinks she has decided but then they kiss and the same happens with the other and it's all messy?? Thank you beforehand i hope it's not too much to ask 🥺

Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)

Members: Bomin & Joochan

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(A/N): Warning! This took on a mind of its own, and it is now a fic—not a scenario. This chapter one, y'all. Banner by @junjungsunwoo! Thank you so much, I love it! ^-^

Chapter 1

Hong Joochan

Everyone falls in love in different ways.

For some, it's slow and gradual. For others, it's love at first sight. And then for the rest, they're not in love until they just... are.

That's how it was for me.

You see, I had a friend. She was pretty, though I didn't realize it when we first met. Sometimes people would ask me, "Yo, are you friends with the hot chick?" and my response would always be, "Who?"

I didn't understand back then how beautiful she really was, because all I saw was 'my friend'. I'd closed myself off to the idea of seeing her as an actual woman without even realizing it.

Until one moment, I did. It was just one moment. One moment of her smiling in just the right lighting, the glare through the window putting a halo over her head.

All my memories with her flashed through my head like scenes from a movie. All the times she'd comforted me, made me laugh, or smiled for me.

In that moment, I felt like we were meeting again for the first time. Like an idiot, I stuttered when I said hi. I'd never stuttered around her before, and I knew she'd noticed it too, 'cause she didn't skip a beat in teasing me for it.

I thought maybe—just maybe—I had been underestimating how much I appreciated her presence in my life.

And how much I'd come to rely on it.

It was overwhelming, scary and exciting all at the same time. When the wave of emotions first washed over, I thought, "I've gotta tell someone."

In situations like this, Daeyeol would usually be the first person I'd spill my feelings to. He was always good at looking at things objectively and helping me evaluate myself.

But in this particular case with this particular girl, there was a better choice.

And it was Choi Bomin. He was kicked back in a chair, reading over a script from a web-drama he was gonna be starring in, his brows furrowed with concentration.

"Hey, Bomin?" I said. I was annoyed (yet also giddy) over the way my voice quivered with anxiousness. It'd been forever since I'd liked liked someone, and I was excited to get it off my chest.

In true Bomin fashion, he made eye contact for a short moment before looking back down at his script. "What's up?" he asked, a small smile resting on his lips to show that he was ready and willing to listen.

A nervous chuckled slipped out of my mouth. "I think I've got a crush on someone," I finally said, trying to keep my grin at bay.

His eyes immediately ripped away from the pages, a mixture of 'wow! I'm so happy for you!' and 'are we even allowed to do that?' written across his face. "You do?" he asked. "That's..." He thought for a moment before he couldn't hide his smile anymore.

He was trying to be all straight-up and objective, but I could tell he was getting swept up in the real-life love story, seemingly stolen straight from the pages of his script.

"Awesome," he settled on. "It's awesome. I'm happy for you!" He set the stack of papers off to the side, sitting up properly and giving me his full attention. "So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?"

Just thinking about it made me smile, while also simultaneously making me feel like I was gonna throw up. "Yeah, you know her pretty well," I chuckled. His eyes were burning with curiosity. "It's (Y/N)."

I'll never forget the look on his face when I said that. The absolute betrayal.

The joy I'd felt just moments ago vanished, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. That's when I realized it.

He liked her, too.

For you to truly understand the significance of that moment, we're gonna have to go back by about 5 years.

Or is it 6?

I don't really remember. Honestly, I didn't even realize (Y/N) and I had become such good friends until I noticed, "Wow, I sure do spend a lot of time with you."

All the guys liked her and enjoyed her company, but none of 'em were as close to her as Bomin and I.

Now, just to clarify, I was friends with her first. It probably doesn't matter to most of you, but it matters to me. I'm proud of it.

I found a best friend that would stay by my side and support me until I die—and all before I turned 30! To me, that's an accomplishment.

We met at a pretty difficult time in my life. Well, in both of our lives actually. I'd been training for a long time, and my debut at that time was... How should I put it?

Uncertain.

I was scared. Like, really scared. And angry.

Maybe that's selfish to say when others had been training way longer than I had, but hey. I'm human. I can't help it.

People told me I was doing well and to hang in just a little longer, yet I had nothing to show for it. Lots of thoughts were running through my head at that point.

Is this what I'm supposed to do with my life? Just wait? It felt like a waste.

So, yeah. At that point, my mental health had taken a nosedive, and my physical health was following right after it. I was getting nosebleeds while practicing, I could barely hold down anything I ate, the mood swings were insane, and life was pretty much just kicking me in the ass.

I remember ditching practice one day 'cause I was just so tired of everything. I felt like if I didn't get outta there, I would either cry or punch someone.

I hopped on a bus from Mapo-gu to the Han River, but I don't remember anything about the commute.

In my eyes, the world was foggy and grey. I didn't see buildings and people passing by—just silhouettes; vaguely familiar shapes and blobs of faded color.

I couldn't even bring myself to try and decipher them.

Once I got to my stop, I wandered around the park for hours and hours until dusk had fallen and my feet were rubbed red with blisters.

As the sky started changing from purple to dark blue, I'd found myself a nice spot near the water where I could just sit in the grass, watching the boats pass by as the city-scape flickered to life.

The grass was dewy and I could tell my butt was gonna get wet, but I didn't care.

I'd been there for a whole two minutes before someone poked me harshly in my bony shoulder.

I'll give you a minute to guess who that was.

If you said '(Y/N)', ding ding ding! You win the grand prize.

That first time I met her, she wasn't smiling. In fact, she was glaring at me in a pretty threatening way, but whatever.

"You're in my spot," she'd said, voice dry, monotone and unamused.

I raised a brow. "Do you own the park?"

"No."

I turned away from her, folding my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Then it's not yours," I said.

Usually, I wouldn't be so rude to a perfect stranger, but she started it. I was already in a bad mood—who was this chick to show up and make me feel worse?

My resolve to ignore her died down as soon as I heard her sniffling. It sent a pang of guilt running through my chest, but it also made my blood boil.

"Fine, take your damn seat," I groaned, scooting over a bit. "If you think I'm moving any farther though, you're dead wrong," I huffed grumpily, refusing to look at her. I didn't even look out at the water—just glared at a few innocent blades of grass.

A chilly breeze blew in that moment, making the grass shiver under my harsh gaze. The timing was almost comical.

I heard her plop down next to me, still sniffling a little. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly, dabbing her nose with her sleeve. "I'm sorry I made you move." She took a deep breath, chuckling at herself. "Honestly, I can be such an ass when I'm..." her voice trailed off.

Without really noticing it, I'd found myself listening to her. I turned my head a little. I still wasn't looking at her, per se, but now we were looking in the same direction.

"When you're what?" I asked, my voice considerably more gentle than before.

She sighed through her nose. Out of my peripherals, I saw her fold into the same position as me. "When I'm in state of not being okay, I guess," she said.

I laughed ironically. I could relate to that.

"How 'bout you?" she asked. "No offense, but you're not looking too hot. Somethin' going on?"

I finally looked at her, only to find she was already looking at me. "Even if there is something going on," I started, "what's the point in telling you? We're never gonna see each other again anyway."

"Now you see, that's the beauty of it," she said. "We're strangers who will never see each other again and have no emotional attachment to each other. Therefore, no matter how much baggage we unload onto each other, it won't drag us down."

She shrugged. "I guess what I'm sayin' is... We could be honest with each other and it's no harm, no foul."

I didn't say anything for about a minute, just letting the words ruminate in my head.

"That's only if you want to, though," she said, breaking the silence I didn't realize I'd let drag on for so long. "I just figured... If you're anything like me, you wouldn't have come here if you had someone to talk to."

And she was right. I didn't have anyone to talk to at that point.

So on that Thursday evening, I swallowed my pride and spilled my deepest inner thoughts to this random stranger—and she did the same to me.

We cried a lot, laughed like psychopaths, raged and yelled, ripped up fistfuls of grass—it was a rollercoaster.

But y'know what?

We both felt refreshed afterwards. And we thought, "Great! That's the end of it and now we can part ways and forget this ever happened."

But the universe had different plans for us.

I know South Korea isn't huge, but I thought it was at least big enough for acquaintances not to run into each other every other moment.

I started seeing her on the bus, at the cafe near the agency, that random hole-in-the-wall bakery that I thought no one else knew about.

It was almost creepy, and if I thought of myself a little more self-importantly, I might've thought she was stalking me.

Then it occurred to me.

Maybe she'd always been there, living her everyday life, and I just hadn't noticed her before. Maybe this was her everyday, and I was just passing through it every once in a while.

Despite having said we'd never speak to each other again, we exchanged the basic pleasantries whenever we bumped into each other. No pressure or expectations, just a random, "Oh! Mean Han River chick!" or "Oh! Depressed trainee boy."

Her sense of humor meshed with mine—in a weird, unexpected sort of way, and we quickly became the simplest way of relieving each other's stress.

We didn't try. And honestly, most of the time, it was just an accident. We'd always just happen to find each other when we needed to talk, like fate.

If you believe in that kinda stuff, I mean.

So there you have it! That's how a stranger became my best friend. And then, as time went on, my crush.

And, well... My other friend's crush.

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