#tomorrow x together fanfic

[soothinglee]

coffee shop breakdowns──★ ˙☕️ ̟ ¡!

| choi beomgyu x fem! reader ─ 2.69k wc✔︎

my notes⎯ i've always wanted to write something coffee shop au and at first i was going to write for yunjin of zb1 but change of plans lol ! (ill still write for yunjin in the future though !) I hope you enjoy, i tried to make it funny( 〃．．). (i know the ending is abrupt, it's 1 am and im exhausted and i really want to publish this). warnings⎯ swearing (mainly f bombs), mentions of exhaustion and overworking (?), and taehyun makes a brief appearance. songs⎯ 사랑으로; wave to earth

나의 작은 마음도 그 안에 작은 파도처럼 부서지고 밀려와선 네게 녹아내리고 그제서야 보이는 나의 영원

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THE COFFEE SHOP was always busy between 9 to noon, when the college students came in for a fix of caffeinated shots after staying up late cramming in assignments, or partying.

The line of people continued to grow until it reached the door, making it hard for newcomers to come in. Some opted to hop back into their cars and into the deserted drive-through. With each order came more glassware, covered in sticky toppings and cookie crumbs. Unfortunately for you, you always seemed to get scheduled on busy days. Even more unfortunate, the glorified task of dish duty was assigned under your name at the start of your 8-hour shift.  

You reach up to nudge the tight knot on your apron's neck.

If exhaustion doesn’t kill you by the end of the night, the choker on your neck should do the trick.

After putting another load into the dishwasher, which was on its last leg due to its slight malfunction when you got a spoon stuck in the disposal, you bend over the sink. There was a slight twitch in your eye out of the sheer annoyance that yet another person went on their break when you had yet to get your own.

The screaming baby in dining is not helping the raging headache pounding in your temple.

“Will someone shut that thing up?” a grunt rises from your throat as you go to stand, wincing when your back cracks loudly.

In the corner of your eye, you see a hand place another dish in the black tub, and a laugh follows. “That's not a nice way to talk about a paying customer.”

You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“If you think a baby works a 9-5 job, with enough money to afford a cup of coffee in this economy, you have another thing coming for you.” The rebuttal comes easy from your lips, months of practice and debates working in your favor with fast responses. 

“I mean if they really put their mind to it, babies could take over the world.” The response is quick and witty, an unconscious choice of words followed by a playful hip bump that makes you keel over and onto the wall. Your knees were so close to giving in after standing all day. The thought of sitting on the floor, though covered in unidentifiable grit, seems like heaven for the joints. “Long day?”

A scoff leaves your lips as your head connects to the wall. A way of saying you have no idea. The weight of your eyelids grow heavier with every passing second. No matter how many times you try to keep them open, it’s to no avail.

You look like a toddler fighting sleep.

The question passes through one ear and out the other. Your co-worker waits for another second (perhaps for a response) then giggles when there is none. Though you can’t see him, you can vaguely imagine what he’s doing with all of the commotion going around the cramped space. There’s a slosh coming from the three-compartment sink, a rag hitting the dishes hurriedly, and then the dishwasher handle being pulled up paired with a strenuous huff. 

“Holy fuck this thing is heavy,” is mumbled quietly as more thumping continues. Something in the more conscious part of you can't figure out if the room is spinning beneath the dark in your eyes or the headache that spreads itself to the base of your skull. 

Where's Tylenol when you need it?

“Beomgyu,” The name comes out weak- a thick coat of fatigue blankets your throat. You clear it a couple of times before trying again. “You don’t have to do it for me.”

Please, please, please do it for me.

He stops pouring out the unused coffee grains to look down and give you a judgmental once over. His eyes flit to your frizzy wannabe ponytail that has one too many flyways, to the apron string on your shoulder that was one fast head turn to the man upstairs, and then to your jeans, that were covered ankles up in milk and chocolate sauce?

Beomgyu hopes that it's chocolate sauce.

With the way he looks at you, a fire lights your cheeks ablaze and you have to turn your head away from him. It feels like you're on RuPaul's Drag Race getting judged on the dress you made but it looks like a ten-can special and a bottle of mid-life crisis. The embarrassment wants to conceal itself with a “Bitch you don’t look better!” retort, but your mouth is glued shut.

“With the way you’re slouched over, I don’t think I have a choice.” He sighs almost pitifully, who knows for you or himself. Even though he was the one who willingly started doing your tasks for you. After a second the tap stops, and then some shuffles of footsteps. They become louder until it stops. “Get up, you look pathetic.”

Get up?

Without realizing it, at some point your body went dumb and slid itself onto the floor. It was a relief to be off your feet and to let your body rest but at the same time,, you can’t remember the last time these floors said hello to a mop and pine-sol. Oh boy. Good thing today is wash day.

“Can’t.” 

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow and lets out an agitated breath. “The hell you can.”

“Can’t.” You repeat, throwing in a piteous whine, lifting up your arms so forcefully that he flinches back quickly. “Up.”

“(Name)…” The desperation in his voice is comical. He does not want to lift you like a child. “You are a grown woman, this is embarrassing for you.” He says it like multiple people are watching, a crowd to be sheepish around in your debilitation. You give him a look; eyebrows scrunched, lips upturned, and the worst case of stink eye. Your arms are still dangling limply in the air.

He hesitates for a second. 

And another.

 Then finally, he grabs you by the wrists, and for a second it feels like you’re flying. It seems as though he might have underestimated how much strength to put into the haul because after what feels like minutes in the air you go crashing into his arms.

“You need to take a shower.”

“And you need to change your clothes. Looks like you got shit on your pants.”

He maneuvers your arms first, throwing one of them over his shoulder while trying to keep you upright with his other hand. You were exhausted to the point where you couldn’t keep your eyes open, but not to the point where you couldn’t stand. You allowed yourself to fall limp to give him a hard time.

He struggles for a few seconds, panicking when you almost slip from his grasp. You can tell that he's nervous about holding you, the way his hands stutter trying to find a place to put them to hold you up. They move from your waist, to your side, to your stomach, finally finding its home in your belt loop. If that would’ve lasted any longer you would have just placed his hand wherever and told him to hurry the hell up.

“You don’t look any better,” you grab onto his left shoulder, holding the material in a tight grip because you do not trust Choi Beomgyu to keep you steady, “You got a little something…” there's a small smudge of coffee dust in the middle of his chest and you put your finger on it.

Beomgyu looks at you funny then at your finger, and after a moment a sly smirk plays on your lips.

What a dumbass.

With a slick flick of the finger you pop him in the nose. Effectively making him reel his head back in pain. “There.” 

 At his reaction you start to cackle loudly like a deranged person. You have to bend over to catch your breath, taking Beomgyu down with you. He tries to shimmy your hand off of his shoulder but you have an iron clasp, and after a moment he gives up seeing you aren't detaching yourself anytime soon. “Ow-! You bitch!”

There's an instant change of emotion. A sarcastic frown replaces the beaming smile. Beomgyu feels heat rising up his neck. For some reason, it’s not because he feels mad, but the way you're looking at him makes him feel…uncomfortable?

He’s unsure.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You reply, allowing him to drag you like a rag doll to the break table. A small school desk hidden behind an enormous ice machine that admits heat hotter than the Sahara. 

“Nothing about you is considered ‘a lady’.”

“Girl fuck you.”

As you pass by the short hallway leading to the front a head peeks out of the main office. Tufts of black hair and wide eyes look around the corner towards Beomgyu (trying) holding you as you still cackle from the childish trick you pulled on him. The look on his face is indescribable, blank but definitely annoyed.

“Everything… okay out here?” Taehyun asks before he actually takes a good look at the two of you. After a second of staring he blinks, “Beomgyu, why are you holding (Name)?”

He points to you without looking and responds monotonously, “She’s going on her break now. Have Iseul take over for her in the meantime.” Taehyun nods and slithers back into the office without another word.

“Aww Beomgyu,” You coo, letting out a breath when he throws you into one of the two chairs, “You’re so sweet, you didn’t have to do this for me.” Your hand finds its way to his cheek, pinching the skin lightly like a grandma would a young child. Who knows why, but he allows it to happen a second longer, your face scrunched up affectionately as you mumble out praises.

He swats your hand away, rubbing at the reddened skin, “You’re right, I didn’t.” You frown again, “I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart.”

“You have a heart?”

He doesn't say anything in response. His hand connects with your forehead, pushing it back with enough force that it sends you backward, leaning against the wall. There's a shout at the register that you can’t quite make out, but by the way, Beomgyu takes a glance at you and then back towards the cashier and then runs off, you can only imagine that it's regarding you and the lack of clean cups up front. Man forget those cups. Your entire body feels sluggish and your brain feels insanely heavy. A nap sounds so good right now but you're not even halfway through your shift and still have 5 hours left to complete.

Somewhere in the conscious part of your mind, you make a mental note to change your hours.

If you remember.

You don’t know how long it's been since Beomgyu left you but at some point you began to doze off. Roughly around NREM 1 and 2 a voice abruptly breaks the silence, “Whipped cream or no whipped cream?”

A snort leaves your mouth as you jolt up, startled. “What?”

“Whipped cream or no whipped cream?” He repeats back, irritation lacing his words as he taps his foot impatiently as if he has anywhere else to be.

“Um…” You respond after a moment, still not coherently present, “Whipped…cream…?”

Beomgyu nods his head once and disappears again.

He’s so fucking strange.

Your relationship with Beomgyu has always been a little weird. From the beginning when he first joined the team he was this nervous ball of energy, always messing up orders and occasionally spilling coffee on customers. You had, obviously, given him shit for it because it’s not that hard to mess up a latte. To your surprise that nervous energy made him a good fast talker because it took you two days to finally understand the insults he spat back. The next shift you two had together was not… pleasant, to say the least.

It was mainly a game of cat and mouse, you’d say something to aggravate him and he’d respond, and vice versa. It was fun, it kept you on your toes and gave you something to look forward to every time you had to work. Having a job at a coffee shop always keeps you moving and a lot more times than you’d like, it makes you extremely exhausted. Unfortunately, like today.

However, despite not being completely present- it made you realize that this was the first you’ve interacted so…civilly with Beomgyu. Sure, there were a few back-and-forth in the last forty-five minutes but still. You were mainly known as enemies so the fact that he didn’t ditch you to fend for yourself and did some of your work was surprising.

The feeling of perspiration on your fingers immediately wakes you up again. When you open your eyes you find Beomgyu back in front of you. Hands wrapped around a medium iced latte that was covered in a mountain of whipped cream. And funnily enough- chocolate sauce.

You choose not to say anything about how he didn't mess up this time.

“What's this?”

“What does it look like, dipshit? It’s coffee.”

You ignored the comment, “Okay yeah, duh, but why?”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes and pushes the plastic cup to your hands. You don’t pick it up, “Look at you,” he starts, his eyes downcast towards the pool of water collecting on the table, “You can barely keep your eyes open. You work at a coffee shop, I thought you’d be smarter than this.”

You still don't pick it up.

Instead, you narrow your eyes at him.

“You poisoned this shit, didn't you?”

“Excuse me?” he crosses his arms defensively, “Why would I want to poison you?

You shrug, reaching up to toy with the straw. It looks so good. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Beomgyu lets a long exhale and aggressively pulls out the second chair, quickly taking a seat. He wastes no time grabbing on the straw and bending it slightly so it curves at the top and vigorously brings it to you lips. You pursed them and turned your head away, “I don’t wanna.”

“Stop acting like a child for a second and please drink. I am not your babysitter.”

“You probably spat in it.”

“I didn’t- you know what?” He hastily brings the straw to his own lips and takes a brief sip. “Mmmm- Mmm! Yummy! So good and no spit, Mmmm!”

You eye the drink and then his lips for a second indecisively before grabbing onto his wrist and bringing the drink to you. “Give me this, you freak.”

A pleased smile plays on his lips as he watches you almost down the entire thing in one sip. He doesn’t comment on how you still hold onto his wrist when you finished, or when you let out a satisfied sigh while staring at him…warmly?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why’d you make the drink?”

“Because you needed it…” he trails off but then adds, “And no one else can take the rest of your shift today so you need to wake up and do your job.” 

You continue staring at him and Beomgyu can see the wheels turning in your head, then a burst of energy makes you sit up straight, pointing accusing a finger in his face. It wavers in the air as your eyes go to slits, trying to sniff him out. He tries his best to seem unaffected. There's a beat, and then, “You like me, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” He shouts a little too loudly and defensively for someone who doesn't like you like that. He really doesn’t-

“Helping me with my work, finding my stand-in, covering for me, making me a drink to feel better.” You list off on one hand, the other one still attached to his wrist. He tries to pry your fingers off but you’re stronger than a bull. He’s not going anywhere, “If you don't like me like that then it seems that at least you want to be my friend.”

-does he?

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[linos-luna]

Odd Fantasy ❣️

Yeonjun x Reader

Warnings: roleplay? CNC, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, HARD KINK ?

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It’s a slow boring Sunday and you found yourself doing laundry. While waiting, you sat in the living room with your boyfriend. He was supposed to be watching tv but was more interested in what you were inquiring about. Something you read about online.

“It’s really not that weird.” Yeonjun said with a chuckle.

“It just seems like a weird thing to get pleasure from.”

“Well it’s roleplay, baby.” He said with a shrug. “It’s in a controlled environment and admittedly… kinda sexy.”

“Sexy?” You said, quite baffled as you got up to get the laundry. “Not sure about that.”

“What, you don’t find it sexy?” Yeonjun smirked while grabbing your waist from behind and getting close to your ear. “Just a helpless girl… home alone… when a man swoops in and shows you who’s boss…”

“N-no…” you chuckled nervously. “Not sure I like pretending to be robbed.”

“Yeah? But it’d be agreed upon beforehand. It’d be safe.” Yeonjun said while rubbing his hand up your thigh. “Just imagine…”

You blushed at the feeling, whimpering a bit as he got closer to the crotch of your pants.

“…Just a helpless girl… minding her business when someone comes in… bends her over… and fucks her good…” he smirked while rubbing your sensitive area. “… but she loves it… because she’s never felt so good…”

“M-mhm…” you stuttered before he suddenly let go, making you whine a little.

“But of course, it’s not for everyone.” He teased. “Not everyone is kinky like that. Now go get the laundry, sweetheart.”

You paused and blinked momentarily, completely forgetting about the laundry. “Y-yeah… let me go get that…” you said awkwardly before stepping out.

You thought about what he said while going to the laundry room of your apartment complex. After getting the clothes and returning to the apartment, you put them on the bed. As you were about to fold them, you realized you hadn't seen your boyfriend since you got back.

“Yeonjun…?” You called out while walking back to the living room to look for him. After a bit of searching you went back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could react, you were grabbed. Pressed against a chest and a hand on your mouth. In a panic, you struggled but it was useless as he was strong.

“Hi darling, I’ve been waiting for you.” The voice said. It was Yeonjun. “Hold still.”

You groaned a bit, trying to say something but his grip was tight. You then tried moving, only for him to sternly jerk you.

“I said hold still!” He said sternly.

You whined and tried moving again, only for him to pull your hair.

“When I say hold still, you hold still!”

Your heart was racing from his stern tone, he’s never spoken to you like that before. It made you freeze but also… excited?

“Good girl…” he smirked while pushing you to the bed, bending you over the edge and yanking your pants down.

“J-Junnie??!”

“Shut up!” A suddenly spank to your ass shut you up really quick, only making you whimper.

“Jun—!”

“Shut up!” He repeated, now pulling down your underwear and lowering his pants and boxers while pinning your hands against your back with one hand.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He grunted while entering your cunt, surprised that it was already very wet.

“M-mmhm—”

He spanks you harshly and you cry out.

“Yes!”

Yeonjun was pretty satisfied and harshly thrusted, giving no time for adjustment.

“F-fuck! Yeonjun!” You moaned loudly as he mercilessly railed you into the bed. “F-fuck fuck fuck!”

“Taking me well…” he grunts. “You like it, huh?”

It was hard to respond as your mind went to mush. His hips thrusted so hard that the bed would move and sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls. He hit that bundle of nerves over and over, making you lose it. But he wasn’t lying; you loved it.

“Agh—! Fuck—! Jun—!” You moaned louder as he continued pounding you.

The feeling was so exhilarating. You were aroused by his words and enjoyed how rough he was. It opened a new feeling you never thought you could feel from a moment like this.

“Dirty girl… you love this shit!” He laughed deviously as he felt you squeeze around him, getting closer to your high.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally released. Before you could relax, Yeonjun pulled out and flipped you over.

He pumped his length a few times before releasing on your stomach, then putting his hands to your neck, choking you lightly.

“You like that, baby?” He panted, getting close to your face as his cock rubbed against your sensitive cunt. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“J-junnie—!” You whined as his cock was overstimulating you. The lightheadedness from his grip also felt euphoric. “F-fuck…” you panted, sounding almost as if you were giggling a bit from the high.

“Mmhm?” He smirked while giving sloppy, open mouth kisses to your parted lips. “More? You want more, right dirty girl?”

You couldn’t respond, only holding his wrist and gasping to catch your breath as he continued choking you. He only let go when it seemed you were on the verge of passing out.

You gasped when he let go, trying to get your vision to focus on him.

A complete 180 from his rough demeanor just a minute ago, Yeonjun leaned over you and gently rubbed your cheek.

“Did you like that, babygirl?” He asked while kissing your forehead. “Did I please you~?”

“Mmhm.” You responded, still sounding high.

“Would you like it again sometime?” He asked softly.”

You only nodded, still lost in pleasure. Yeonjun thought you were adorable and kissed at your neck, hoping to leave some marks behind. You closed your eyes while feeling his soft plump lips against your neck. It felt heavenly…

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[glossykai]

first time

you finally feel ready to lose your virginity to your boyfriend, kai.

pairing: huening kai x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: established relationships, fluff, smut (minors dni!), slight angst if you squint

warnings: oral (f.recieving), protected sex (as they should), missionary sex, inexperienced reader, sappy fluff, they’re inlove okay, unedited

the room was dim, as you had requested it to be. you felt so secure with your boyfriend hovering over you, clothes discarded and a patient gaze in his dark eyes. but you couldn’t lie, you were anxious, probably the most you have ever been since starting your relationship with the boy.

of course you trusted kai with your everything, and you knew he trusted you too but that constant fear of potentially ruining all that you two have built up from this moment on ran through your mind faster than any other coherent thoughts.

what if you did something wrong? what if he never wanted to see you again after this? would you even be able to pleasure him despite your limited experience?

“if you’re not ready it’s okay, we can go at your pace. i’m in no rush, i’m not going anywhere.” his reassurance helps with your anxiety, he always knows what to say.

“no! it’s okay, i want to and i think i’m ready.. i’m just nervous.” you admit, rubbing the goosebumps that littered your skin.

your boyfriend leans down to your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. he tastes like honey, the flavor of his favorite chapstick brand.

“it’s normal to feel nervous, who wouldn’t be? this is a very big moment for you. but i promise i’m going to take care of you.” it was like every word that left his lips had you falling in love with him over and over again.

his calmness soothed you, but you knew kai, he was just as nerve-wrecked as you were but hid it well. he wanted to prioritize you and your feelings always, that was your kai.

when kai finally does move down, his face is resting in between your legs and in front of your exposed cunt.

“are you sure?” and you nod again, a gesture he can make out in the darkness.

“just tell me if i’m starting to make you even a little bit uncomfortable, we can stop at any time.” his sincere voice is always so soothing against your ears, you nod once more in understanding.

so he continues, his tongue dipping into your folds. the feeling is something you’ve never felt, instinctively you squeezed your thighs against his head. he only gently pulled them apart, suckling on your clit.

he earns his first moan from you, sounding so vulnerable and desperate for him that it fueled his erection.

his fingers had a light grip on your fleshy thighs, you felt the pressure of his hands against your sensitive skin while he went down on you. you weren’t very experienced of course, but whatever he was making you feel wasn’t something that you could ever top.

he was your endgame, this level of intimacy was something you could only see yourself having with him. thinking of all the things he’s done for you, the love he’s given you, the love he’s giving you.

when his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot you bucked your hips into his face, a high pitched moan was your response.

and just then he pulled away, your eyes shot wide open as you looked at him with disbelief. he smiled, rubbing your thighs.

“that was just to prep you, since you’ve never.. y’know had me insi-“

“okay! yeah, i get it.” you shouted, covering your face with your hands.

just the visual he had given you, his dick filling you up so full, made you embarrassed. but it was something you couldn’t stop craving.

“i’m ready when you are, love.” you nodded, and attempted to maintain eye contact with your lover.

putting the condom on was easy for him, even in the dark. he wouldn’t say he was a master at this, but he did have a bit of experience and used it to guide you through your first time.

when he leaned back over you, his length aligned with your entrance he paused momentarily.

he was taking your virginity. no, you were giving him it. you were trusting him with something so personal, your trust in him nearly brought him to tears.

“before we do this, i want to tell you how much i love you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and thank you for trusting me.” his voice was raw with emotion, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close.

“i love you too.” you whispered soundly.

kai pushes the head of his cock inside you, your warmth swallowing him whole. when he’s bottomed out he kisses you on your cheek, remaining completely still.

he takes in your expressions, you tried your best not to wince but it definitely showed.

“i won’t move until you’re ready for me to. i know it hurts baby but it only does for a little.” you said nothing, instead pulling him closer until he physically couldn’t anymore.

after a couple of moments you felt okay, and told him he could move.

so he did, slow enough to cause the least amount of discomfort possible. but his hips were still steady and he kept rhythm. your walls were so tight around, with every slow thrust in your cunt only pulled him closer.

“hyuka.. you can move a bit faster.” that was what he had been dying to hear.

a few minutes later and you’re gripping his coal hair in your palms whilst he’s fucking your cunt like he’d never get to again. he’s not going hard on you, but his movements have definitely gotten faster and more needy.

“so tight, fuck.” he grunts, his whimpering voice causing a moan to slip from your lips.

he’s starting to shake from the pleasure you’re giving him, the view of you so vulnerable underneath him was something that would follow him into his wet dreams.

“don’t stop, more! please more!” he gives you exactly what you ask for, his cock filled you up so perfectly just how you imagined it would.

you’ve never felt so full in your entire life. you couldn’t even trust your own mouth in this moment, because whatever came out was a full of shaky breaths and neediness for your boyfriend’s pretty cock.

kai keeps fucking into you, squeezing your waist whenever he hits particularly deep.

“k-kai, i’m close!” you warn him.

with his orgasm approaching too he keeps the same pace, hitting your spot perfectly with each thrust of his defined hips.

“fuck- i’m coming!” you scream out, your arms never unwrapping from his shoulders.

kai releases his load into the condom right after you cone, small gasps leaving his lips when he does. he keeps fucking you into until he’s come down from his high, until you both have.

when he pulls out he discards of the condom in a near by trash can. when he returns to the bed he isn’t sure if he should touch you, he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

“how you feeling, baby?” he asks, his tone barely above a whisper.

“i’m okay, just feel a bit dirty.. is that normal?” you sound so guilty, but he understands what you mean.

“it’s totally normal, do you want to take a shower my love?” you nod.

“yes please, but not right now. let’s just cuddle for now, i need you.” he’s happy to oblige, he pulls you into his chest, placing kisses all over your shoulders and neck.

you hide in his chest, but he still sneaks glances of you when he can. you’re ethereal no matter what, but especially now. with you both adorned in afterglow, you feel closer and more bonded. your first time was better than you could have ever imagined and you’re so happy that you experienced it with kai.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: Why shouldn’t you use that mirror on the ceiling above your bed? Pairing: Soobin x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: grinding, unprotected sex, mirror sex, praise, dirty talk, creampie, marking Word Count: 1,242 Host Tag: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Dreamer by TXT

“So where’s this room at?” You ask, dragging your suitcase behind you.

“Room 2093 is ours.” Your tall bunny-like boyfriend responds, “Which should be right… here!”

Soobin holds the keycard to the scanner and waits for the click of the door unlocking. He pushes the door open for you, allowing you to walk in first. It’s a good-sized room; the view from the window is the gorgeous cityscape as the sun sets outside. This trip was an impulsive last-minute decision. You and Soobin have been having a rather stressful month with work, so here you are, spending the weekend away from all your obligations. No interruptions, just each other. Soobin comes up behind you, looking out the window with you. He wraps his arms around you and presses his cheek against your head.

“I’m gonna go wash up, okay?” Soobin says quietly.

“M’kay.” you hum back.

You see him smile in your faint reflection in the window before he drops a kiss on your hair. You watch out the window for a while longer. You didn’t know you needed to zone out and look at the cityscape as the sunset. It’s therapeutic, though. You break yourself from your stupor and shake your head. You look over at your suitcases on the bed and notice Soobin’s already open with a few things taken out. Which, of course, checks out since he’s currently showering. You start opening your own suitcase. That’s when you notice it. You look up at the ceiling and instantly see your reflection. There’s a mirror on the ceiling above your bed.

“You okay, sweetie?” Soobin asks, walking out of the bathroom while toweling off his hair.

He’s in grey sweats and a slightly oversized T-shirt. He looks so stunning just like this, hair still slightly damp, not a speck of makeup on his face. You could stare at him forever.

You point at the ceiling, “There’s a mirror.”

Soobin looks at where you’re pointing, “So there is.” He chuckles.

“Did you know about that?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” 

“There’s only one use for a ceiling mirror.” You comment.

“Which is?”

You chuckle, “Soobin, why would there be a mirror above the bed?”

“Oh,” He raises his eyebrow. You nearly combust at the sight. “Want me to come over there and find out with you?”

He strides over and wraps his arms around your waist. Looking up at him, you see that glint in his eyes. Good lord, your boyfriend very well could kill you with the looks he gives you. He keeps his eyes on you as he moves your suitcases onto the floor. When the bed is cleared off, Soobin drops his face down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The air is stolen from your lungs as your boyfriend pulls you tighter against his body. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and deepen the kiss. Soobin guides you to sit in his lap at the edge of the bed. Slowly, he moves the pair of you back until you’re against the headboard. His large hands find purchase on your hips, guiding you to grind against him.

“So good for me already.” He whispers against your lips, “How about we get out of these clothes and make use of that mirror above us?”

“Binnie,” your reserve quickly crumbles, “please.”

It doesn’t take long for Soobin to strip you of your clothes from your body. He stripped himself of his shirt, but his sweatpants still hung low on his hips. He has you caged beneath him so you have a perfect view of the two of you in the mirror above the bed. His back muscles are flexed as he supports his body above yours while running kisses along your jaw and neck. You run your hands down his back, leaving small red marks behind. 

“So pretty,” he hums against your skin, “and all mine.”

You practically melt under his touch, “Soobin, please.” 

Without much of a second thought, Soobin pushes off of you and strips himself of his sweatpants. You keep your eyes locked on him as he slowly climbs back on the bed to hover over you again. Your eyes find the mirror above the bed again, and take a brief moment to appreciate your boyfriend’s perky ass. Soobin starts grinding against you, making you break your gase and refocus on his face. He pushes into you in one smooth motion. You let a broken whine escape your lips as your eyebrows furrow together out of pleasure.

“Look at the mirror, love.” He guides in a breathy tone, “You look so pretty with my cock deep inside you.”

“Soobin,” you whine, “feels so good. Need more, please.”

He chuckles lowly in your ear before thrusting into you at a pace that he knows will drive you both wild. Again, your eyes find your reflection. Soobin truly does know your body better than you do at times. He’s been inside you for all of 30 seconds, and you already look debauched. Bringing your legs up around his waist, you cling to him as the familiar pleasure bubbles up inside you. Soobin peppers kisses along your jaw and throat as he maintains his lazy yet smooth motions. 

“Do we look good, baby? You enjoying the view in the mirror?” He groans between wet kisses.

“Y-yeah,” you pant, “It’s– fuck! Soobin, I think we’ll need to install one above our bed at home.”

“Maybe I should get a look too.” He muses.

Suddenly he hoists you up so you’re sat in his lap again. Instead, this time, he’s deep inside you. He tosses his head back as he gives a punctuated thrust up into you. You want nothing more than to crumble against him and succumb to the pleasure. Soobin holds you steady against him with his large hands splayed across your waist.

“Damn, we do look good like this. Maybe we will have to install a mirror above our bed.”

You watch as he leans back to thrust into you easier. The column of his neck looks so inviting, practically begs for you to mark it up. So that’s exactly what you do. Leaning in, you line wet, open-mouthed kisses along the blank skin. Soon enough, you start to nibble on different areas, leaving small red marks behind. Those small marks evolve into large, purplish bruises that will be there for at least a few days. Ultimately, you do end up being fucked dumb on his cock and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Look, sweetheart. Look how pretty you are when you cum.” He commands.

You peel your face away from his neck and look up at the mirror, “Binnie–” You moan when you make eye contact in the mirror.

“I know, sweetheart, you’re clenching around me so good. Go on, cum.”

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as you let your orgasm roll through you. He follows suit. He paints your walls white with his cum making you whimper at the sensation.

“So fucking beautiful.” He muses as he comes down from his high.

He grabs your chin lightly, making you look at him directly now. He presses his lips to yours in the most tender kiss you’ve ever felt. If you weren’t boneless before, you absolutely are now. “We’re getting a big mirror when we get home. On the wall, on the ceiling, I don’t care. We need one.”

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[tsukidou]

fuck you, summer semester!

┊͙synopsis you suffer in silence, consumed by the thoughts of beomgyu that never end, even when you’re completely sure you don’t like him.

┊͙word count eleven thousand five hundred and something

┊͙genre fluff, angst (?), slow burn, (one sided) enemies to lovers, university au

┊͙warnings cursing, descriptions of horror movies and gore, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of a thunderstorm

┊͙notes probably my most favourite and least favourite thing i've ever written, the very bane of my existence and the light of my life, fuck you, summer semester! this was originally a jeongin oneshot posted a long time ago but i rewrote it and this is me reposting it for the 2nd time because i'm obsessed with it and i think people should read it idk i also added a scene that was originally exempt from the first time i posted

the intro.

Currently, there are two things you consider the banes of your existence: the rather hot season of summer and Film Major Choi Beomgyu.

The first one is self explanatory. The summer is hot, there are a lot of bugs, it's humid and your hair gets ruined, and you sweat like it's no one else's business.

Beomgyu, however, is a lot harder to explain. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that when you were six, he'd pull on your pigtails every lunch recess without fail. Or maybe, when you were thirteen, he kissed you on your little preteen mouth, and then went around calling you a bad kisser. Or the time he purposely tripped you in front of The Lee Heeseung in the cafeteria at age sixteen.

Well, whatever it is, you just know that you've declared Choi Beomgyu your sworn enemy for almost a good seven years now.

Soobin doesn't care much about that fact as he drags you across the sweltering library in search of a certain redhead. The lack of air conditioning has you reeling as you drag your sneakers across the carpetted floors of the library, ignoring every glare Soobin throws your way as you get slower and slower.

"Christ, Y/N, would you pick it up? I told Gyu we'd be here at 2pm sharp. It's 2:27 now and we haven't even found him," Soobin grumbles, finally reaching for your wrist and pulling you along with him.

"Sorry!" you mock apologize, smiling bitterly at him. "Not everyone is excited to see Beomgyu, you know."

"But you of all people should be!" Soobin exclaims back, tugging on your arm harder.

He's currently hinting at the crush you had on Beomgyu before he tripped you. Why Soobin can't let that go, you will never know.

"I don't know why you had to pick me of all people to meet Beomgyu with you. For all you know, I could have been at the kitty cafe with Kai and Terry, eating cake to my heart's content," you mumble, heart breaking at the fact that you ditched cats to see Beomgyu today.

"Yeah, yeah," Soobin replies half heartedly, pulling you through the English-French dictionaries aisle and around the corner of the English-Spanish dictionaries section. "I'll bring you somewhere even better later. The puppy cafe. Just be good and it'll be my treat."

At the words 'my treat', you instantly relent to Soobin's dragging, picking up your pace as you make your way to the very back of the library.

There, you spot asshole extraordinaire Choi Beomgyu and the everso beautiful Huh Yunjin sitting at a table, eyeing whatever is on the tablet in front of them. At your loud footsteps, Yunjin looks up at you and waves, smiling. Then she nudges Beomgyu who looks up at you too, giving you a smirk.

"Look who it is! My favourite girl," Beomgyu's smirk turns into a grin as Soobin sits the two of you down across from them. "And Soobin."

"Beomgyu," you nod curtly, ignoring the little pet name he called you, eyes not meeting his. Yunjin stifles a giggle and Soobin only shakes his head in disapproval.

"Hi, Y/N! Soobin really had to drag you out here today, huh?" Yunjin smiles at you. You tear your eyes away from the tablet on the table and meet her eyes, nodding. "That's okay, you won't be here long anyways."

As you move directly into conversation with Yunjin about which professors and lectures you had picked for the summer semester, you fail to pick up on Soobin and Beomgyu's conversation, which is pretty much only about you and your summer plans.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly pick Dr. Seo for my world geography class," you purse your lips, eyes roaming around the ceiling. "Have you heard the things people have been saying about him?"

Yunjin leans forward, shaking her head. She's about to say something, before Soobin opens his big mouth, beating her to it, "So Y/N, the reason we—," he pauses, gesturing towards himself and you with his hand, "—are here today, is so that Beomgyu can ask you a question."

Fuck my life, you think, leaning forward and pressing your face into the dark mahogany wood of the table. Your voice comes out muffled as you speak, "And what question is that?"

Beomgyu doesn't try to get you to make eye contact with him, nor does he try to make eye contact with you as he asks, "Would you be able to help me with something over the course of a few weeks?"

You shut your eyes, finally feeling the heat getting to you. You can feel the little beads of sweat begin to drip down your neck. "Depends," you reply.

"I need someone to help me with my intro to horror class over the next few weeks. All we gotta do is watch some horror movies together and that's it," Beomgyu explains. Finally lifting your head off the table, you look at him. He looks completely fine, no sweat dripping down his forehead in this humid ass shoe box. Lucky him.

"Soobin can't do it because...?" you pause, looking over at your best friend.

"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you, I've been approved for a semester abroad," Soobin shrugs at you. What joyful news on a Thursday afternoon: you might have to spend your entire summer semester with someone you absolutely loathe and your best friend will be in an entirely different country the entire time. "Yeonjun's completely swamped since he's applying for grad school and Taehyun and Kai are headed to Jeju-do for vacation."

You look towards Yunjin and she just smiles at you. Right, she had just told you earlier she's headed to New York this semester for advanced vocal training.

"That just leaves you," Yunjin says. There's something about the way she says it that leaves a tingle in your spine. Something is implied in her statement, but you don't know what.

"H-how do you know I'm basically available the entire summer semester?" you huff in defense.

Soobin guffaws, like an idiot with a big mouth (because he is), as he exposes you. "Weren't you just complaining to me yesterday about how you think your mom's going to try to kick you out of the house everyday if you don't have plans?"

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest as you sigh in defeat, "Fine. I'll do it. But Soobin, you owe me so much cake after this."

"Whatever. Say bye to Yunjin now so we can get going," Soobin says, getting up out of his chair.

"Wait," you say, turning to Beomgyu, "don't you need my number?"

Beomgyu winks at you, "I already have it."

Wait. Since when did Beomgyu have your number?

As if he's reading your thoughts, Soobin speaks up, "Oh, uhh, I gave Beomgyu your number a year ago."

Fuck summer and Choi Beomgyu being the banes of your existence. The true bane of your existence comes in the form of Choi Soobin, the person you thought was your best friend.

—

You're seated underneath the aircon of Soobin's studio apartment with Kai, lounging in the cool breeze, when Beomgyu comes walking through the threshold. He's clad in a tank top and baggy sweats. His hair's wet and slicked back, little water droplets cascading down the side of his neck. You've never wanted to rip your eyes away from anything this much before. He texted you two hours before this, telling you to meet him at Soobin's to talk about the first movie you'd be watching together. What he didn't tell you was that he'd be coming right after swim practice.

Kai, whose head is in your lap, begins to shake with laughter. "You're about to start drooling," he whispers. You so badly want to swat at the top of his forehead. "Close your mouth, Y/N."

"Yeah, Y/N, close your mouth," Soobin repeats as he carries a stack of pizza boxes to the coffee table in front of you. "You might as well help me instead of attracting fruit flies."

Groaning, you usher Kai off your lap and get up to help Soobin carry food from his tiny kitchen to his equally tiny table. Kai slumps himself down in your spot, back resting against the wall as he watches you try to balance all of the sides that are threatening to tumble to the floor in your arms. You're about to whine, when Beomgyu drops his bag and scoops a few side dishes from your arms, carrying them himself to the table. You shy away from his touch immediately after, glaring at Kai who giggles loudly at the interaction.

"Anyways," Soobin begins once you're seated beside Kai again, reaching for a meat lover's supreme slice, "I think a start of summer party at Yeonjun's place would be nice since we won't be seeing each other for most of the summer."

You snort as you begin to pick the pepperoni off your pizza, "Shouldn't you, I don't know, tell this to Yeonjun himself? Instead of telling the three people who hate partying the most?"

Beomgyu shoots you a look of confusion, "You don't like pepperoni?"

You shrug and Soobin answers for you, "She's never liked them. She thinks they taste weird."

"Oh," Beomgyu says. "Then you wouldn't mind if I ate them for you, right?" You shrug in reply again and he begins to take the pepperoni slices off your plate with his chopstick, piling them on top of his pizza slice. He turns to Soobin and sighs, "You really should be telling Yeonjun this. I don't know how we'd be able to help you."

"Oh, Yeonjun's already agreed to this party, actually. But in order for it to be an actual party, I would need: a cute girl, a fine arts major and a biochem major for diversity's sake," Soobin says, matter-of-factly. He puts his pizza slice down and picks up a golden curry chicken bite with his chopsticks and looks at you expectantly. "You're coming, right?"

"You know plenty of other cute girls," you retort, rolling your eyes. "Like Chaewon or Yuri. Maybe even Yunjin. You don't need me attached to your hip all the time. I'm not your safety blanket."

"Yeah," Soobin begins, "but you're my best friend! We're a package deal. Plus, a certain someone else would prefer to have you there."

Soobin's eyes hold a menacing glint and instead of egging him on, you mentally check out of the conversation, leaning your head on Kai's shoulder as you sip Sprite from your straw. Kai only laughs at you and pats your head, "You don't have to go if you don't want to. It's not like anyone you have a major crush on will be there."

This time when you roll your eyes, you huff and pull yourself up from the ground and make your way to Soobin's bed. Not only do you have to kill Soobin for teasing you about your past crush on Beomgyu, but you have to kill Kai now too. You rip open the covers and plant yourself underneath, rolling on to your side and pulling your knees up to your chest. If Beomgyu weren't here, you'd be giving those two an earful by now.

But Beomgyu is still here and he can probably tell you're upset. He's probably jumping for joy or something celebratory like that, you think. When you look over at him from your spot on the bed, he's looking back at you and his face is painted with worry and concern. As confusing as it may be, you brush it off, closing your eyes and wanting to think about something not related to the way Beomgyu is looking at you with ridiculously cute puppy eyes.

—

"Are you okay?" Beomgyu suddenly asks, his voice muffled by the covers.

You didn't even notice you fell asleep at first, but you're awake now; buried in Soobin's covers, the cool breeze of the aircon making you shiver beneath all that warmth. You blink lazily at Beomgyu, who blinks back at you.

"Yeah, I didn't even know I fell asleep," you reply, voice thick and raspy with sleep. "Sorry, I know we were supposed to go over which movie you wanted to watch first. Just let me know which one and where to meet and I'll be there. Promise."

You're quick and to the point, not wanting to make long conversation with Beomgyu. Especially since you're freshly awake from slumber, half drowsy and probably drooling.

You peek your entire face out of the covers a bit and Beomgyu is smiling at you, almost endearingly, and it makes your heart do leaps. The thought of your heart responding like that has you grimacing internally, however.

"Do you need someone to walk you home?" Beomgyu asks. You notice that he's got a hoodie on now and is fixing his hair underneath a baseball cap.

"I'm staying here tonight," you reply quietly. You don't know where Soobin is and the way you're responding to Beomgyu is such a civilized manner has you frightened. Who knew you were capable of such a thing? Not you, that's for sure. "Are you heading home now?"

Beomgyu nods, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. This time, you fully poke your head out from under the covers, eyes locked on him.

"Have a good night then," you say. It feels like you're smiling but you're not sure. You are mostly sure you're being nice because you're tired out of your mind.

“You have a good night too,” Beomgyu grins at you. His hand darts out for a second, almost like he wants to pet at your head, but you think he decides against it as he pulls it away. “Have sweet dreams.”

Beomgyu misses the way your face runs warm of embarrassment as he waves goodbye at you. You don’t miss the pink that sits on top of his cheeks, though. Instead, you choose to ignore it, just wishing you could go back to sleep already.

—

“You know,” Yeonjun says, once your bottom is firmly planted on his mom’s three thousand dollar couch, “you never told us why you dislike Beomgyu so much. Didn’t you like have the biggest crush on him?”

You groan, throwing your body down on to the couch so your face is pressed up against the cushions. “You don’t really need to know,” you reply. Your voice comes out muffled and you hope Yeonjun will leave it at that.

But he’s Choi Yeonjun and he doesn’t. He instead follows up with some nagging. You really wish you didn’t volunteer to help set up for the party now. “Yeah, but I think we all do considering you threw a temper tantrum then fell asleep last week at Soobin's instead of fighting back like you always do."

Huffing, you press your face deeper into the cushions, hoping that the couch will miraculously open up and swallow you whole. Damn Choi Soobin and Kai Kamal Huening and their huge mouths. At this point, you think most of your friend group is out to get you.

“If she doesn’t wanna talk about her dislike for Beomgyu, don’t force her.”

Except Taehyun. He is your knight in shining armor amongst all of these people out for your throat.

“Just wait till she’s super drunk and then tells you!”

Nevermind. As a matter of fact, Kang Taehyun is also out for your throat.

the first scene.

Beomgyu's bare arm is pressed up against yours, skin clammy with the humid heat of the night. The shitty aircon isn't doing anything to help you. You can't open the windows to Yeonjun's bedroom either, as it's lightly drizzling outside.

Beomgyu's eyes are focused on the screen of the MacBook right in front of you, some sort of Japanese psychological horror film playing. It's been around twenty minutes so far, and as much as you want to say you've been paying attention, you haven't. Not when you and Beomgyu are huddled together on Yeonjun's teeny tiny twin bed, shoulders and knees touching.

Hours ago, you were stacking red solo cups to the ceiling in Yeonjun's kitchen and now here you were, somewhat listening to the movie and the yelling coming from outside the bedroom door, away from the very reason you had come to Yeonjun's apartment in the first place: the party.

Beomgyu had texted you about an hour prior, asking if you were already at Yeonjun's, to which you responded with an obnoxious 'obviously.' By the time he made it, you were in the kitchen getting pressured to take 2 shots at once by Kai.

With two shots in your hands, Beomgyu tapped you on your shoulder and immediately, you forced one into one of his hands, tipping your head back and downing the shot. Beomgyu copied your actions, not paying Kai any mind as he cheered the two of you on.

Once Beomgyu took the shot, his hand reached for your wrist as he pulled you away to Yeonjun's room. Your head had begun to spin with the amount of alcohol you consumed.

Now, however, you feel somewhat sobered up, as Beomgyu pauses the movie to look at you with curious eyes.

"Do you want to continue watching the movie? I heard this part makes people feel the most uncomfortable," he says.

You scoff. Why does he care whether you're comfortable or not?

"I'll be fine, no need to check up on me," you reply with a hand gesture.

"Okay, well, just to let you know that the movie gets bloodier from this point on. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Beomgyu looks at you with a small smile before he goes back to playing the movie.

Suddenly, there's a loud crack of thunder and you can't control the trembles that take over your body. You know that Beomgyu's already noticed your shaking as the movie pauses again.

"Give me your hand."

"Why?" comes your disgruntled reply.

"Just give me your hand."

Beomgyu's open palm is placed in front of you as you hesistantly place your hand in his. His thumb immediately rubs circles on the back of your hand, as his other hand comes to pat at the top of your head.

"Not good with thunderstorms?" he asks.

You shake your head, afraid to meet his eyes.

"That's okay. I'll turn the movie off and you can listen to some music, 'kay?" Beomgyu offers, hand not leaving yours once.

He's quick to open a browser, loading Enhypen's TAYO music video. He places his Airpod in your other ear, allowing you to be surrounded by the bright voices of Enhypen as the thunderstorm continues outside.

"Why did you put this on?" you pout at him, taking one of the Airpods out.

"It'll help take your mind off things," Beomgyu shrugs. "Trust me."

Beomgyu sings along with the song as you close your eyes, not wanting to think of the lightning and the thunder outside. Although you're wearing Airpods, you can hear Beomgyu's voice perfectly matching the melody of the song.

Even when it's dark, Tayo is not scared~

And just as quickly as the song came on, it quickly stops, Billy Poco already loading on the screen.

You open your eyes and Beomgyu makes a face at you as he sings, "Heavy, heavy two! My name is Poco!"

Bursting out into giggles, you lightly smack at his arm with your free hand as Beomgyu begins to dance along to the music that he can't hear.

You couldn't imagine at all Beomgyu trying to help you before a panic attack, so seeing him in real life try his hardest to distract you from one of your greatest fears has your heart shaking. Who knew Beomgyu was so nice?

—

You wake up the next morning to loud screaming, at what you think is the brink of dawn. Why your friends don't become zombies during hangovers like normal people, you will never understand.

Following the scent of bacon down the hallway, you glare at your friends as they greet you good morning.

"You're crazy, it's like 8 in the morning and you're screaming about how Taehyun can't cook to save his life?" you glower at Kai, whose voice is clearly the loudest.

"Morning, love of my life!" Kai grins at you. "I'm sorry for yelling, please sit down so I can plate you some food. Please don't be mad at me."

Rolling your eyes, you take a seat across Beomgyu, who can't seem at even look at you. Great, at least some things have gone back to normal.

He digs at his strawberry yogurt like there's some sort of prize at the bottom, as Taehyun places a plate of breakfast in front of you. The food doesn't look half bad, so you decide to dig in, albeit rather slowly.

"So~" Kai begins to speak in a sing song voice, signaling that he's about to annoy the shit out of you. "What did you do last night?"

"I watched part of a movie with Beomgyu?" you ask in reply, not liking where this conversation seems to be headed.

"Are you sure?~" Kai asks again, with his sing song voice. "Because when I went to spy on you, I saw you two holding hands~ And singing to children's songs!"

Instead of responding to Kai's obvious attacks, you shovel some eggs into your mouth, little pieces of protein sticking to your face in the process.

Beomgyu shrugs at Kai, then points to a corner of his mouth as he looks at you, "She doesn't do well with thunderstorms."

You smooth your fingers over your mouth trying to get all the egg off your face, before Beomgyu shakes his head at you. Then it's like everything else happens in slow motion afterwards, as he leans across the table, swiping his thumb over your top lip, removing whatever was left there.

Soobin drops his wooden spoon in shock at Beomgyu touching your face so casually and you having no reaction to it whatsoever. Yeonjun gasps at the interaction and Taehyun, the actual Traitor he is, snaps a picture as blackmail material.

"Christ, you spend one night together and suddenly it's like the world is ending," you huff. Once Beomgyu's back in his seat, your heart speeds up as your face seems to melt away. You stab at your bacon, pointing your butter knife at your friends, "You better shut up about this. I hear one thing from any of you and you're donezo."

Despite your empty threat, you know your friends will be making fun of this moment to your face for as long as you'll live. Curse you, Choi Beomgyu and your inability to keep your hands to yourself.

the second scene.

Soobin's voice is muffled over the call, he's constantly having to repeat himself not only because of the shit connection, but because his temporary roommate, a dumbass named Hwang Hyunjin, will not stop talking about how he thinks his dog is evil. You think if you actually had to meet him in real life, you'd be mildly annoyed.

"I swear— I've been nice and proper and civilized. I just don't understand why I, of all people, am watching horror movies with The Choi Beomgyu. Hasn't he got any other friends?" you mutter, displeased.

You're still in the middle of the first movie you tried to watch at Yeonjun's. You two didn't end up finishing it due to the thunderstorm fiasco, so Beomgyu took matters into his own hands and invited you over to his house.

You sit with your bum planted on the floor of his bedroom, much too nervous to stay out in the common areas of the house in case his brother sees you. He's gone out to get you snacks for the movie, in case you get a little hungry. His room borders messy, but still looks somewhat clean, with a bird cage in one corner. BTS posers decorate the walls, which makes you laugh because Beomgyu doesn't seem like the ARMY type to you.

"He's got other friends, but not all of them are willing to watch horror movies for fun. Take for example, Yang Jeongin—"

Suddenly Soobin's voice is cut off as Hyunjin borderline yells, "You know Yang Jeongin?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry at Hyunjin's constant interruptions, instead choosing to get up and say hi to the pretty green parrot in its cage.

Soobin ignores Hyunjin and continues talking to you, all of which leave your ears as soon as he speaks. You smile at the parrot, waving your hand in front of it, "Hi? Can you say Y/N? Y/N?"

The parrot mimics your tone of voice as it replies, "Y/N is so pretty~ She is so pretty~"

You gasp, hand coming to slap at your open mouth as you return your focus back to your phone call with Soobin, "Bin, did you hear that? This bird just called me pretty!"

"Oh," Soobin deadpans, to your curiousity, "uhhh, I have no idea why that is, haha. Uhhh, maybe don't talk to the bird."

"Soobin, why did this—"

"I have no idea— you're kkrrekeene— grrrehenn— breaking up—" Soobin says, making noises as he hangs up on you abruptly. You stare down at your phone, dumbfounded as Beomgyu walks into the room.

He looks at you, almost scared, pale with wide eyes, "Did you, uhh, talk to Toto? While I was gone?"

The look on his face has you frightened as you shake your head, "N-no, I was on the phone with Soobin and decided to look at the bird."

"Oh, thank God," Beomgyu exasperates, his free hand coming up to clutch at his chest. "He'll- uhh, call you stupid. Yeah, he'll call you stupid if you talk to him!"

Wanting to roll your eyes, you make your way back to where you were previously seated and take a seat, with Beomgyu quickly taking the seat beside you. His knees lightly brush against yours, and he's quick to pull away, making sure you've got breathing space. You thank the stars above that Beomgyu's got common sense.

He dumps the bag of snacks onto the table in front of you, and lo and behold, your favourite brand of chips sits at the very top. You think your eyes twinkle a bit because Beomgyu can only chuckle at you.

"How did you know I love these chips?" you ask, already grabbing at the bag and marvelling at its shiny exterior.

Beomgyu scratches at his cheekbone for a little bit, unable to think of what to reply, "I think Soobin mentioned it in passing once."

This has got to be a complete lie from Beomgyu's side because Soobin doesn't even remember your birthday — how would he know what your favourite chips are? Huffing, you sit on your knees as Beomgyu readies the movie on his MacBook.

A good fifteen minutes later and you're shaking. The snacks are untouched and unopened — really, who could eat food as they watch such a gruesome movie? You watch as the main character walks across the room, his stomach cut open and his intestines are pulled out of his body as he inches closer to his dying wife. The sight is unnerving and makes you want to throw up in your spot. Willingly, you reach for Beomgyu's hand as he pauses the movie.

"I don't want to watch this anymore," you mumble, eyes looking away from the screen. The movie is so graphic, you think it's already burned its image into the backs of your eyelids.

"Yeah? It's too much," Beomgyu agrees, closing his laptop. He squeezes your hand, his palm warm against your own. You're dizzy, but whether it's from the movie or the way his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand, you don't know. "Do you need anything? Or do you want to lay down?"

"I don't know," you answer, looking at Beomgyu through your eyelashes. "I— It's just— Could you hold my other hand too?"

Beomgyu takes your free hand in his own, his thumb rubbing circles into your other hand as well. He huffs, "If you'd like, you're free to lay down on my bed and nap for a while, take your mind off the movie."

"What about you?" you ask, pout settling on your lips.

You watch as Beomgyu's eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. "I'll be fine. I'll continue with the movie with my AirPods so you don't have to hear anything, okay?"

There's something that seems like emptiness in your stomach once Beomgyu pulls his hands away from yours and pats your head lightly. Taking that as your cue to leave his side, you get up on his bed, laying on your back as you take his pillow and press your face into it. Beomgyu's scent surrounds you as you close your eyes. The notes of mandarin and cedarwood comfort you as your breathing evens itself out. No longer are you thinking of the colour of the main character's intestines, but you find yourself instead thinking of Beomgyu. How he smells so nice, how his hands are so soft and warm, how — maybe you'd prefer to think about the main character's organs trailing across the cement floor.

Almost 2 hours later, your eyes finally open and you find a sleeping Beomgyu sitting on the floor with his torso resting against his bed. It must be so uncomfortable sleeping like that, you think. You get up into a sitting position and just stare at Beomgyu's sleeping face. He looks so peaceful, so serene, almost in a cute way. Shaking your head to rid yourself of these thoughts, your eyes trace his features. Long eyelashes, button nose, plush lips — where is your mind going?

"Y/N, stop looking at me," Beomgyu mumbles. His voice is raspy from sleep as he readjusts himself. "I know I'm handsome but will you just let me rest?"

You scoff, "Why would I wanna look at your ugly face? Dumbass. I'm leaving now, just let me know when to meet next."

As you make your way off his bed, Beomgyu struggles to stand up as he mutters, "Wait!"

You decide to not listen to what he has to say to you, deeming it Not That Important. It's like a switch has gone off in your brain and you can't stand to be in Beomgyu's presence again.

—

"When are you coming back from Japan?" you mumble into your laptop camera, pout evident on your face. You hope Soobin will take pity on you and get on the next flight back to your city at lightning speed. He's been gone a total of 13 days now and you feel like you've just started your descent into madness. It doesn't help that most of your other friends are out of town for the semester, either.

"Why? Miss me?" Soobin chuckles. Hwang Hyunjin sits beside him on the couch, almost joined at the hip. You didn't expect Soobin to befriend him so easily. Hyunjin pulls an ugly face at you through the camera. "I have a whole two months left here."

"No—" you huff, sticking your tongue out at Hyunjin. "It's just that I hate being alone with Beomgyu. It's like he's eating me alive through my thoughts."

"It seems like you like him if you think about him so much," Hyunjin says. Who does he think he is, sticking his nose into your business like that? You only just met him today and he thinks he can dictate your feelings for Choi Beomgyu? "But I take it you dislike him, yeah?"

Nevermind. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have an unbiased opinion.

"She literally had the biggest crush on him when we were sixteen, Hyunjin. How could she hate him?" Soobin adds.

"Feelings change, people change, I dunno. But nothing's ever really permanent," Hyunjin shrugs. "If she dislikes him then she dislikes him. They're her feelings. Not yours."

You're starting to like this Hyunjin guy. Hopefully when Soobin comes back, you can get his contact details and become friends with him.

Soobin opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. Hyunjin then asks you a simple question, "How did you go from having a crush on him to disliking him?"

"Well," you begin, "my history with Beomgyu is complicated. He would always pull on my hair when we were children. Then he kissed me when we were thirteen because he said he liked me. Then he told a bunch of our classmates I was a bad kisser. After puberty, I thought he became cuter so I developed a crush on him. Then he tripped me in front of one of his friends and laughed as I fell. So there are a lot of reasons why I dislike him."

"Damn," Hyunjin comments. "I dislike him too, what the fuck is his problem?"

"See?! And Soobin always has to bring up my crush for no reason," you exclaim, excited that someone is finally on your side.

"That's because Soobin is an asshole," Hyunjin snickers. He then looks at Soobin, who's giving him the side eye. "No offence, Soobs. So are you going to continue watching horror movies with him after the really gross one today?"

You're about to answer Hyunjin's question when your phone lights up with a few text notifications.

» beomgyu (don't reply) [20:13]: hey, i'm so sorry the movie made you overwhelmed and uncomfortable :( i'll make it up to you

» beomgyu (don't reply) [20:14]: ice cream?? dinner?? cake at your favourite cafe?? let me know!!

"Oh my God— I think he just asked me out," you mutter, throwing your phone across your bed. "Well, I don't know if it is a date or not, but he wants to make up for the disgusting movie from earlier."

"Say YES!"

"Say NO!"

Soobin and Hyunjin answer at the same time, much to their chagrin as they begin to bicker over whether or not you should let Beomgyu treat you to some cake. The argument lasts for a good ten minutes, before their takeout is delivered. Before you bid them adieu, you make sure not to let them know what your answer is. You've known Soobin for most of your life — you've come to accept his big mouth and his ability to remember every single detail about you that's Beomgyu related.

the interlude.

Beomgyu meets you outside of your favourite animal cafe; the one puppy cafe that Soobin brings you to when he needs to bribe you into doing something. It's nestled between a bookstore and a flower shop, both of which are really cute.

Beomgyu walks out of the flower shop at your designated meeting time, with newly styled hair, and a pink peony in one hand. You want to gawk at how good he looks, but don't, knowing that his ego will grow to the size of Jupiter at such a reaction.

"H-hello," you greet, a bit nervous. As much as you want to think this isn't a date, you still managed to psyche yourself out, spending an hour on FaceTime with Yunjin deciding what to wear. Of course, you didn't tell her what the occasion was — but you still went with her suggestion: a periwinkle off-shoulder chiffon dress. Luckily, you're not the only one dressed up, as Beomgyu's clad in an expensive looking cream cableknit cardigan, a black dress shirt with rings all over his fingers. Needless to say, he looks breathtaking — even more so under the setting sun.

Beomgyu waves, immediately holding the flower out towards you. He looks flushed, but that could easily be the sunset painting him a cute shade of peach. There's no way he's flustered over giving you a flower.

"What's this for?" you ask, laughing awkwardly. You take the flower and bring it to your nose, sniffing it. It's got such a refreshing smell, it reminds you of Beomgyu's laugh.

Interally, you're panicking. This is not a date, is it? Does he think it's a date? Oh God — is this a date? It's—

"Oh! I just wanted to get this for you as an apology," Beomgyu sputters. "You know, because you watched that really gruesome movie with me..." He chooses to not look into your eyes as he speaks, instead staring at the dandelions that are growing out of the cracks of the sidewalk. "Is it, is it weird?"

You shake your head quickly, "No! I mean, you didn't have to. Just taking me here is enough."

If it's even possible, Beomgyu flushes even more as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. He opens the door for you and tilts his head, allowing you to go in first.

You don't even look at the menu before you order, listing off the things you think you and Beomgyu would both enjoy: a slice of basque cheesecake, a slice of strawberry yogurt mousse cake, and a set of 4 macarons.

Beomgyu looks at you with bright eyes and a smile after you've ordered, asking, "Did you know strawberry yogurt is my favourite?" You nod back at him as he flushes again. For some reason, you can seem to recall almost every time you've seen Beomgyu with a strawberry yogurt cup in his hands. Including when he had one at Yeonjun's apartment after the party a few weeks ago.

He then looks down at the pomeranian perched in his lap, rubbing behind her ears with the softest smile on his face. Beomgyu coos at her, not even bothering to look you in the eyes as he thanks you.

You've completely spiralled into madness, you think, because seeing Beomgyu, your literal arch nemesis since middle school, smile at a puppy has got your heart racing nonstop. It feels like your heart is melting, the remains of once was pounding against your ribcage. You want to coo at him and the puppy; you also want to take multiple pictures from multiple angles so you can save and remember this moment forever. The little you inside your mind is screaming, wanting to argue with the real you for finding Choi Beomgyu with a puppy cute as Hell.

"Are you okay, Y/N? Do I have anything on my face?" Beomgyu's questions snap you back into reality. You must have been staring at him for quite some time because he's lost focus on the puppy in front of him. His eyes bore into yours as you finally close your mouth in realization. Tacky, but suspenseful horror film music plays in the background of your mind as you come to terms with what's been going on lately.

You're in your own personal horror movie — one, because you find Choi Beomgyu cute; and two, because it took you this long to realize that you think about Choi Beomgyu 24/7 because you think he's cute.

But not only is Choi Beomgyu cute, he's also nice. And kind. And considerate. And warm. And — fuck. You're in deep trouble.

You gulp, eyes wide as you force a smile on your face, trying to shake these nasty thoughts away from your head, "No! You're fine. It's fine. Everything is fine. I was just, uhh, thinking. About Soobin. And how much I miss Soobin."

Lying through your teeth, you sigh in relief as Beomgyu nods at you and goes back to entertaining the dog in front of him. Suddenly, there's a weight at your lower half and you look down to meet eyes with a chunky little English bulldog. His big eyes look up at you and you bend over to place him in your lap. This dog must be new, because last time you were here with Soobin, he wasn't. He smiles and licks at your chin and you giggle, rubbing the top of his head.

A waitress comes up to you in awe, big smile on her face, "This is so cute! You're the first person Teeny has liked since he got here!"

The waitress has confirmed your suspicions and you rub behind Teeny's ears as you look at Beomgyu. You notice how he smiles then turns to the waitress almost hesistantly, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "Would you mind taking a few pictures of us?"

"Not at all!" the waitress replies as she takes the phone from his hands. You look at her, almost stressed, eyes bulging out of their sockets as she begins to snap pictures of you two, counting down from three each time. You're pretty sure your eyes are closed in a few and in other ones, you're looking down at Teeny with a pout. So much for good pictures.

After a while, your desserts are placed in front of you and Beomgyu immediately digs into the strawberry yogurt mousse cake. However, you did not expect him to hold the fork to your mouth and look at you expectantly.

"Say ahh," he demands. You don't budge, pursing your lips. "I said, say ahh!"

Gone is the flustered Beomgyu from earlier. He has been replaced with the real Choi Beomgyu; the one who loves to annoy you, complete with his signature shit-eating grin.

"Y/N, come on, ahh," Beomgyu whines.

You finally open your mouth, and Beomgyu begins to make noises that replicate the sound of a flying plane as he leads the fork to your mouth. Then, the fork plane makes a complete detour and lands in the safety of Beomgyu's mouth instead.

You frown at him, "Really?"

Giggling, Beomgyu nods as he takes more cake onto the fork, "Do you really want me to feed you? Because I'll do it."

Grumbling, you finally take some cheesecake onto your fork, feeding yourself, "Feed yourself."

"No, come on, Y/N. I'll actually feed you this time! Say ahh," Beomgyu says. He opens his mouth as he feeds you the cake, like a mother would as she feeds her child. He begins to talk in a baby voice as you take the cake into your mouth, "Iz it goud, my wittwe Y/N?"

You roll your eyes at him, not bothering to care about the way heat has begun to travel up your torso in embarrassment, "Yes, it was good."

"Do you want more?" Beomgyu asks.

"Yes, but I'll feed myself," you mutter. You miss the way Beomgyu frowns, his shoulders deflating.

When you leave the cafe, the waitress who took your pictures earlier bids you goodbye, waving as you leave the store, "Goodbye! Have a nice night and have fun on the rest of your date!"

You've never been more stressed out in your life.

—

You're a few steps behind Beomgyu as he walks you down the sidewalk to your house. The remaining light sources are the flickering streetlights, the shitty porch lights, and the stars that shine down on the two of you. A cup of cake batter ice cream is in your right hand, the peony is in your left hand and your eyes are everywhere but Beomgyu's figure.

"You know, you don't have to continue watching the horror movies with me if you don't want to. They are pretty disturbing," Beomgyu says. His voice is so soft, you can't decipher whether you're actually hearing him or not. "And I know you can barely stand me, so I guess I wouldn't be surprised if you stopped watching with me."

Something sickly gnaws at the pit of your stomach, causing you to feel quesy; maybe it's guilt. Hastily shoving your spoon into your cup, you pick up your pace and walk beside Beomgyu, your eyes meeting his for the first time in hours.

"N-no! It hasn't been all that bad. I-I think the movies are interesting! Disturbing, yes, a bit, but they're interesting nonetheless," you stammer, heat travelling up your neck. You're not quite sure where you're going with this but you hope Beomgyu will understand, even if only a bit. "And... I guess I like keeping you company. You're not that bad, Beomgyu." Saying that last part, you drop your eyes to the ground.

The two of you walk past the house with the flower bed of tulips, a sign that you're closer to your house than you originally thought. Beomgyu hums, pushing his hands into his pockets and looking up at the indigo sky, "Really? You don't mind it? Me?"

"Not all all," you shake your head. "You've actually been really great, Gyu." You finally walk past your mom's 'TINY GRASS ARE DREAMING! PLEASE PICK UP AFTER YOUR DOG!' sign that sits on your lawn prettily. "This is my house."

Beomgyu walks up to the very last step of your porch. You stand at the top step, your eyes just a few centimeters above the crown of Beomgyu's head. The cosmos are reflected in his eyes as he looks up at you with a soft, small smile. You can feel your heart soaring and you desperately hope it doesn't show on your face.

"So I take it you'll continue watching the movies with me?" Beomgyu asks, a hint of hope in his voice. You can see the expectation and determination on his features. He's really way too cute.

How did you not see this before?

You nod. The world around you goes out of focus as Beomgyu goes up a step, bringing the two of you to eye level. This time, you can really see the galaxies in his eyes as he smiles at you. He doesn't kiss you — and you're not sure you want him to. Maybe you do. You aren't sure.

Maybe you do want him to kiss you, because all he does is pat your shoulder and then walk away, turning back a bit to wave at you. There's a bit of a weight in your stomach, something called disappointment as you purse your lips. You just hope he can't see the sadness in your face or in your voice as you call out, "Good night!"

the third scene.

The look on Beomgyu's face from that night haunts you. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes you seem like you've been seeing things that aren't really there. Because whatever chemistry you had with Beomgyu that night is gone. The past few weeks, he's refused to hold your hand when you're overwhelmed, he doesn't buy you snacks anymore, and he doesn't sit as close to you anymore. It makes you feel weird. Almost like an incomplete puzzle.

When did you start noticing these things? The little details? Before, things like this wouldn't bug you. In fact you would have preferred for Beomgyu not to touch you, to keep his hands to himself. To not giggle at you as he pretends to feed you food. To not look into your eyes with worry or concern. Now, it bothers you. It eats away at you like an eagle to its prey.

"Ready for the last film?" Beomgyu asks. His eyes don't yours; they linger on his clasped hands that rest on his lap. "This one... is a little different. It's labelled as an art film, but it truly is a horror film through and through."

It hasn't been all that long since you started coming to Beomgyu's house to watch movies. It's been around 6 weeks now, but it feels like time has moved way too quickly. Last week, you were on your 6th film and now you're on your tenth and final film. Where does the time go? It really flies when you don't notice.

Nodding at him, you sit on top of his bed, with your back against his headboard and your legs crossed. The aircon whirs quietly, breaking the silence between the two of you. The breeze picks up Beomgyu's scent and you find yourself trapped in a room that smells like nothing but comfort to you. You know that when this is all over, you'll miss the smell of mandarin and cedarwood.

The movie begins and once again, you find yourself unable to concentrate on the movie in front of you. Instead, you find yourself thinking about Beomgyu. And his smile. And his laughter. Your eyes aren't on the screen anymore; they've travelled far to the other side of the room where your vision is unfocused and blurry and watery with tears. You don't know why. You can't comprehend why. You roll down the sleeves of your hoodie, eagarly patting at your eyes, hoping Beomgyu doesn't notice.

But like every other time you've been uncomfortable, Beomgyu notices right away. So he pauses the movie and looks at you concerned.

However, this time is different. He silently takes your hand and pulls you into his body, so you're on his lap. He brings a hand to the top of your head and begins to comb through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp at times. He continues until your tears stop and you look up at him with round, red, teary eyes.

"Overwhelmed?" Beomgyu asks. You're at the point in the movie where the victims of the politicians are huddled nude together in the washroom of the mansion, crying and praying for a quick and painless death.

You nod, lying.

"Okay, you can sit in my lap if you uncomfortable. Here, sit like this," Beomgyu suggests. The two of you reposition yourselves so you're sitting in between Beomgyu's legs. He continues the movie and perches his chin on your shoulder. All you can think of is his breathing on your neck and the epicenter of his scent, which surrounds you. After a while, he pulls you into his chest, his arms coming around your waist as the two of you continue to watch the movie. You find yourself wrapped in his warmth and you desperately hope he can't feel or hear the slamming of your heart against your chest.

The movie continues, but like always, your mind isn't on the film. It's on Beomgyu and the little ways he treats you kindly, respectfully, and carefully. You don't notice at first, but you can feel the way his hands rub up and down your sides as if to soothe you. That alone makes it harder for you. It makes you want to cry even more.

—

"I've lost my goddamn mind, Soobin. You need to come back now," you groan. You're not even in frame on camera. Your face is pressed into your pillows and it's a wonder how Soobin can even understand your muffled speaking. "I need you here — without you, I don't have a brain."

Soobin scoffs, scratching at his nose as he glares at your lifeless body through the screen, "Even when I'm with you, you don't have a brain, idiot. Now what's the matter?"

You sigh, getting up to face your compuer. You look like you haven't slept in days, the bags under your eyes so dark, they wouldn't even be considered ugly. Bringing your face into your hands, you cry out, "What if— what if I actually do like Beomgyu?"

You whisper his name, as if saying it was forbidden. As if Beomgyu was near you, able to hear you, even when you whispered his name.

"You're losing sleep over a crush on Beomgyu?" Soobin snorts. "I thought the world was ending! And you tell me you think you have a crush on Beomgyu?! Y/N, I— I don't know what to even say to that! You're so stupid!"

You like to think you can see yourself clearly; you know what you like, what you don't like, what you hate. But where does your mortal enemy, Choi Beomgyu, lie now?

"You need to help me!" you whine. "I can't do this anymore!"

"How can I help you, Y/N? The only things you've told me are that you're stressed and that you've been stressed," Soobin states. "I understand you're having heart pain, but why?! What happened?"

"I went out with Beomgyu and I don't know if it was a date but I wanted him to kiss me at the end and now all I can think about is the way he looked at me that night and I think I might be having a stroke right now so please get on a plane and come back home, Soobin," you say, the words leaving your mouth at top speed. "You can bring Hwang Hyunjin too and the two of you can plan my funeral, but please don't make the eulogy about how I wanted Choi Beomgyu to kiss me."

"You wanted WHO to WHAT?!" Hyunjin semi-screams as he comes into frame. "I told you not to go out with him!"

"I should have listened to you!" you cry. "Now I'm stuck in this mess! Beomgyu won't hold my hand anymore and he won't buy me snacks anymore and he won't even come near me anymore!"

"Oh my God... Y/N, you have to tell him how you feel," Hyunjin says. "You can't just expect him to read your mind. 3 weeks ago you hated him and now you want to kiss him? You've got to let him know."

"I know, but— but, what if he hurts me?" you whine, bringing your pillow up to your face. You let out a scream, grateful that the material of the pillow fully mutes your outburst. "I don't even know if he likes me! What if he hates me?"

"You should talk to Yunjin about this," Soobin answers you. There's something in his voice — concern? Guilt? You don't know, but there's something in his voice that makes you worried.

You agree with him, wishing him a good night as you flop over in your bed. You can't think clearly, you can't hear clearly, and you sure as Hell can't see clearly. You try to force yourself into sleeping, eyes squeezed shut as you try to drown out your myriad of thoughts. It doesn't work.

the fourth scene.

School is boring and you kind of really miss soending your afternoons in the confines of Beomgyu's room, huddled underneath his blankets and listening to the whirring of his aircon. Today, you find yourself picking at your lunch as Kai tells you the story of how he accidentally dropped his shoe out of the helicopter in Jeju-do.

Kai frowns, pointing his fork at you, "Something happened with Beomgyu and now you're depressed. At least pretend to listen when I speak to you."

"What makes you say that?" you wonder. Either Soobin told him or his Y/N sixth senses have gotten better.

"You spelled Beomgyu out with the letters in your soup," Kai points out. "Who even orders alphabet soup at an Italian restaurant?"

You huff. You hadn't even noticed you spelled out Beomgyu's name in your soup.

"Also Soobin told me."

Of course.

"There's no shame in having a crush, Y/N," Kai says. He twirls his linguine around his fork with his spoon and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. He then speaks with his mouth full, "Even if it is on your mortal enemy."

You pout, whines spilling out of your mouth almost instantly, "Yeah, but what if he doesn't like me back? What if he's only playing with me?"

Kai swallows his food before he starts speaking again, "No offence, Y/N, but why would Beomgyu play you? It seems like you don't know him as well as you think."

"I know that sometimes he's a total asshole to me," you mutter, playing with the condensation on your water glass. "And that he really likes to annoy me."

"Don't you think that maybe there's a reason for that?" Kai hints, a knowing glint in his gaze.

You can only blankly stare at him and blink, as no answers come to your head. Kai sounds pretty sure of himself and that only makes you doubt yourself more. You've really got to stop befriending people with big mouths.

—

Yunjin FaceTimes you that night. The connection isn't the best, but you've basically forgiven her as NYU is known for their shitty wifi connection.

"Yunjin, why is Beomgyu like that to me?" you ask. Hopefully she'll understand what that means since she's basically known Beomgyu since they began to talk. "Like, is there a reason for it? Everyone seems to know but me."

"Do you really not know?" Yunjin replies, an eyebrow raised.

"No," you answer, your own eyebrows furrowing. "If you can't tell me, can you at least let me know why he tripped me in front of Lee Heeseung?"

"Oh! I know why he tripped you in front of Heeseung! It's because Heeseung liked you at the time," Yunjin grins.

You scoff, "So he had to trip me? What good would tripping me do?"

"Look, Y/N, I have all your answers, but you're better off asking Beomgyu your questions. I don't think you'd want to hear the answers coming from me," Yunjin shrugs. "Just know that Beomgyu isn't that big of an asshole. There are reasons he acts the way he does, even if those reasons don't make much sense. And, Y/N? He wouldn't play you. I'd cross my heart and hope to die."

You decide to take Yunjin's word for it, knowing she would never lie to you.

You've kept your distance from Beomgyu for over seven years now, thinking he was an entire asshole. But after spending almost an entire summer alone with him, you realize he isn't even close to an asshole. He's nothing of the sort.

Beomgyu is nice. He's kind. He's generous.

Beomgyu lets you hold both of his hands when you're overwhelmed and shaking. He lets you hog all of the blankets when the aircon in his room is turned up too high. He lets you lounge around in his room when he leaves to buy you snacks just in case you're a bit peckish. Hell, he even lets you sleep through the movies when you don't want to watch them.

Maybe you couldn't see clearly before. The atmosphere that surrounded you was a hazy mess of greys. It was a mess — your world was no longer black and white. But maybe not everything is black and white. Beomgyu is a grey area and you were doubtful about your feelings for him. But now, you're glad you can see through the haze. You know now just what you feel for Beomgyu. It's all clear now. You don't need rose tinted glasses; you know that you like Beomgyu. You've liked him for so long. It all makes sense now.

the climax.

It's been almost 5 days since the last time you've seen Beomgyu. He was at the ice cream parlour with his brother, the two of them standing in line waiting to be served. You said a quick hi then left, not wanting to be stared down at by his brother. Since then, you've been melting alone in your room, your hair a frizzy mess and your bed covered in sweat puddles. Summer semester was much better when you were with Choi Beomgyu.

Today, you shoot him a few texts. You're nervous, but you can't wait anymore. You've got to bite the bullet now. What else can you do?

Hide, maybe. But after your big epiphany a week ago, you feel the need to confess now. You want to see Beomgyu. You need to see Beomgyu. You can't stand being without him — you feel empty.

» y/n [14:19]: hey can you come over? i have smth important to tell you

» y/n [14:20]: you don't rly have to if you don't want to tho!! dw ab it

» beomgyu (reply!!) [14:23pm]: i'll be there. just getting ice cream rn

Beomgyu stands on your porch at 3pm sharp. His hair is messy and he's all out of breath, but he still holds out a cup of cake batter ice cream to you before he hunches over to catch his breath. His eyes are glued to the Molang house slippers you're wearing.

"Did you run here?" you ask, taking a bite of the ice cream. He nods, still huffing and puffing. "Why?" you sigh.

"Don't get mad, but," Beomgyu huffs, finally standing up straight and looking into your eyes. He gives you a small smile, "I wanted to see you. It's been a while since I've seen you last."

It's been a while since you've seen his smile, so as an automatic response, your heart flips and you bite back your own smile. You quickly turn around and place the cup of ice cream on the porch bench.

"So what did you want to say?" Beomgyu asks, playing with the ring on his finger. He's nervous and you can tell. This was a habit you picked up on within the first 2 weeks of being around him. "Are you going to tell me off because I cuddled you? I'm actually sorry; I just wanted to comfort you and—"

"No! Not that, definitely not that. I liked that," you comment awkwardly. "No need to apologize for that. I should be the one to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" Beomgyu tilts his head in confusion. You want to laugh; he looks exactly like a puppy.

"For thinking you were an asshole for seven years," you reply. "Um, I kind of realized, you know, after spending two months with you, that you're not really an asshole."

Beomgyu nods, a signal that you should go on, so you let out a shaky breath and continue.

"I had a crush on you in high school— like massive teenage girl crush on you and I think I still do. I think a part of me really resented you for tripping me in front of Lee Heeseung and then laughing. But I guess for the past 4 years, I've been blinded by my hatred and I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me, I just really needed to say that. And you also don't have to like me back. I'm just kind of stupid for liking someone that's nice to me."

Beomgyu takes both of your shaky hands and holds them, the both your fingers interlocking and palms touching. He's still as warm as ever as his thumbs do what they usually do.

"Wait— fuck, go back. Rewind. Rewind. You liked me in high school? During the time I tripped you in front of Heeseung?" Beomgyu asks, eyebrows raised. He looks a bit skeptical as you nod at him. "I tripped you in front of Heeseung because I thought— someone told me you liked him and at the time, Heeseung liked you back so I— oh my God, I am so stupid. I liked you back then and the reason I tripped you was so that you wouldn't like Heeseung if he laughed at you."

Your jaw hangs open at Beomgyu's revelation. You pull a hand away to lightly smack his arm, "That's such a stupid reason! You like a girl so you trip her?!"

"I never said I was smart!" Beomgyu defends himself. "I was 16 and dumb; I actually thought you liked Heeseung so tripping you and getting him to laugh at you would diminish any chance he had with you!"

You purse your lips, "It diminished any chance you had with me back then!"

"I know that now," Beomgyu mutters, eyes going back down to your slippers. "Sorry."

"What about when we were thirteen?" you pry, arms crossing over your chest.

"You mean when I kissed you and then told everyone you were a bad kisser?" Beomgyu asks. He scratches at his jaw, eyes now looking up at the sky in thought. "I was mad at you. I had liked you for so long and I finally told you I liked you. Then you let me kiss you. But you didn't give me an answer! You didn't tell me how you felt!"

"Then kiss me now and I'll give you one!" you exclaim. "I'll make up for it. Kiss me. Now."

At your demand, Beomgyu steps closer to you; he fixes your hair first and places a hand on your jaw. Then he raises an eyebrow, as if to ask 'are you sure?'

You scoff, "Just do it."

At your insistance, Beomgyu leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Beomgyu's lips are just as soft as you thought they'd be. He tastes a little like pink bubblegum as he pulls away to look into your eyes. Then, he grins and pulls you in for another kiss.

This time, you pull away, face warm and mood giddy. Smiling at him, you say, "Do you think being an asshole to me was worth it?"

"No. I waited seven years like an absolute fool. You should have told me four years ago!" Beomgyu jokes. He reaches up to gently swipe his thumb across your cheekbone, treating you like you're made of glass. "But truthfully, yes. It was worth it. I'd wait seven more years if I had to."

"Oh my God. You're down bad," you gag.

Honestly, though? You agree with Beomgyu. The seven year wait and the enemies to lovers arc was worth it, especially now that you can openly admit to being wrong about Beomgyu.

It might have taken an entire semester, but at least Choi Beomgyu isn't the very bane of your exitence anymore. That just leaves summer. And sometimes Soobin.

bonus scene.

You lay comfortably in Beomgyu's hold as he sits cross legged on Kai's bedroom floor. Everyone's finally home from their summer plans, so you took it upon yourselves to have a group hangout before the fall semester begins. Even Hwang Hyunjin is with you.

Suddenly, a thought pops in your mind as you take the popsicle out of your mouth, "Oh yeah, can someone tell me why Beomgyu's bird knows my name?"

"You talked to my bird?!" Beomgyu shouts in your ear. As you recoil in pain, he just grins at you, "Sorry, babe."

"Oh yeah. Toto says dumb shit like 'Y/N is so pretty~ She's so pretty~' Right?" Taehyun snorts. "That's because he's been talking to his bird about you since we were like twelve."

"Oh my God. Really?" you ask, freezing in shock. "What the fuck, Gyu?"

"We were twelve. If I had told Soobin I thought you were pretty, he'd tell your dumb ass because he's got a big mouth," Beomgyu exclaims. "He still has a big ass mouth."

"At least I didn't tell her when she asked me about it!" Soobin says. "I pretended we were cutting off and hung up!"

"And you're proud about that?" Yunjin snorts. "I would have told her. Imagine going to some guy's house and his bird starts calling you pretty. That's creepy."

"Hey! Don't call my boyfriend some guy," you pout. "He's more than just some guy. He's my boyfriend!"

"Yeah," Beomgyu agrees. "I'm her boyfriend."

At his statement, everyone fake gags. They may seem disgusted, but you know that deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, they're happy for you two. And that's all you could ever ask for.

—

“This was at our first date!” you grin proudly. You show off the Polaroid of Beomgyu standing next to a bear mascot. “Don’t they look alike?”

“Yeah,” Soobin agrees, “But wasn’t your actual first date at the puppy cafe? Where are the pictures from that?”

You completely forgot about that. You haven’t even seen the pictures that the waitress took that day; Beomgyu's been too embarrassed to show them to you.

“Your first date was at the puppy cafe? And you didn’t tell me or Taehyun? That’s scandalous, Y/N,” Kai huffs. “And here I thought you loved me.”

“It was a few weeks ago! Beomgyu won’t even show me the pictures, why would he show you?” you pout. “I probably look really weird.”

“Why would you look weird? I’m the one who looks weird,” Beomgyu huffs and pouts back at you, handing you his phone in defeat. You swipe through the photos, heat rising through your face.

The first things you notice are your closed eyes and Teeny smiling up at you, but then you turn your focus to Beomgyu. He’s smiling at you, eyes soft and twinkling. You know now why he didn’t show you these pictures in the first place.

“God, he looks whipped,” Yeonjun comments. Beomgyu swats at the elder, who only dodges and shrugs his shoulders. “What? It’s true. You’re so lucky your crush reciprocated. Who knows where you’d be right now if she didn't.”

Kai cheers, “I knew that Beomgyu comforting you and holding your hand during a thunderstorm would lead to something beautiful.” He wipes away a fake tear and asks you for a high five, to which you oblige. “I'm so proud of you, Y/N! Remember when you hated Beomgyu with your entire being? Look at how far you’ve come!”

“Shut up!” you groan in embarrassment. “It wasn’t with my entire being!”

“Yeah, she didn’t hate him! Y/N’s liked him ever since high school,” Soobin chirps. You groan again, masking your face with your hands. “What? It’s cute! Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers moment, Y/N.”

“Especially me,” Beomgyu grins. He turns over on your carpet, grabbing at your left hand with his right one and leaning his head on your lap. “I love you.”

At that line, everyone freezes. It's like time has frozen as Twilight continues playing on in the background, the scene where Bella screams at Jacob creating what you think is the perfect background noise for this moment. You smile down at him, brushing his hair away from his forehead, “I guess I love you too.”

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[v3nusstardust]

🪷”What are we?” 🪷

Pairing : Huening Kai x SHY!reader

Genre : Fluff🪷

A/N : enjoy bro I wrote this omw to my soccer tournament running off monster and a family size bag of takis yum:3 )

Summary: first date with Kai! cute picnic date in the meadow with your situationship <3 he can’t help but admire you and wish you were his.

You and your situationship, Huening Kai, went on your first date! You made sure to get dolled up. You wore a baby pink soft,flowy ankle length dress. Delicate ruffles adorn the hem, giving it a sweet and feminine touch.

As you both explored the lush , warm hued meadow. The symphony of birdsong and the vibrant dance of butterflies surrounded you, creating a warm atmosphere. "Is this a good spot?" you asked. He gazed down at you, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's perfect," he responded, his admiration of the scenery evident.

After finding the ideal spot, you laid out the picnic blanket while Kai unpacked the food. He sorted the array of delicious treats and savory food on a light blue colored tray.

The sun-bathed meadow served as the perfect canvas for your picnic, the vibrant colors of nature complementing the light blue tray. The sunlight dappled through the branches, casting a warm glow on your faces as you exchanged stories about your life or updates on moments in your life.

You and Kai tried all the food you both made. He brought the sweets and you brought the savory sandwiches. “Try one of these y/n.” He reached to the tray and picked up what looked like an egg tart. The golden flaky crust and caramelized custard filling looked delicious. “Gimme.” You smiled, playfully extending your hand. Kai giggled, his laugh sounded like a soft melody. "No, open your mouth," he teased, a mischievous smile on his face. "You're gonna feed me?" you questioned, a playful yet puzzled expression gracing your features. "Yes, now say ahh," he chuckled. You ate the egg tart, carefully paying attention to the flavor. Kai’s eyes locked with yours, his expression was cute. “Good?” He questioned. You gave him a thumbs up and a wide grin. “Super good, did you make them?” You asked. “I did, I’m glad you like them y/n.” Kai said with appreciation in his voice. You reached back to the tray for another. You're gonna have to show me how to make these!" you exclaimed, savoring the last remnants of the egg tart and gently licking your fingertips. Kai chuckled, "Oh, y/n…" he murmured. "Hm?" you looked at him with curiosity. Kai let out a gentle laugh."You've got custard on your lips."

Your eyes widened, embarrassment flushing your cheeks. "Oh! I do?" you said, hurriedly reaching to wipe your lips. "Did I get it?" you asked, looking to Kai for reassurance.

Kai squinted his eyes, pretending to contemplate. "Hmm, not quite," he teased. With a playful smile, he inched his body closer to yours and lifted his thumb, carefully wiping it over your lips. “Hold on..” he whispered. As Kai's face drew closer, you could feel the warmth emanating between you. Your face heated up from how close he was to you, and you couldn't help but be captivated by the intensity in his gaze.

His thumb continued its gentle caress on your lips, and his other fingers delicately cupped your chin. In that moment, you couldn't help but notice the exquisite details of his features, the way his eyes sparkled and his facial expressions highlighted the depth of his emotions. He looked undeniably pretty, a portrait of beauty that made your heart flutter.

“Is it off?..” you asked in a shy tone. Your question lingered in the air. “You’re so gorgeous Y/n.” Kai murmured, his gaze filled with admiration. You were speechless, unsure of how to respond. "Your lips are so soft," Kai continued, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your jaw, "so beautiful .”The tension between the both of you was intense. “Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation hanging in the air. Caught in the moment, you breathed out, "What... what are we?"

Kai's eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering. "Whatever you want us to be," he responded.

Feeling the tension in the air, you decided to break it by pulling Kai into a warm embrace. Your head found a comfortable spot in the crook of his neck, and his hands gently tangled in your hair. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to kiss..." you admitted, a soft laugh escaping your lips. Kai pulled away from the hug, looking deeply into your eyes. “Let me show you.” He whispered. His eyes admired your face. “Please..”

Your eyes told him everything. Deep down, you wanted to kiss him too, but you just didn’t know how. You were afraid of embarrassing yourself. “I wanna make out with you so badly.” Kai breathed out, cupping your face in one of his hands.

Without warning, Kai immediately pressed his lips onto yours. Your head went fuzzy and butterflies swarmed your stomach. You melted against his touch. The simple kiss turned heated and passionate. He bit your lower lip, causing you to gasp, which he took the chance to slip his tongue in.

“Wait, wait," you pulled away, your face flushed and stunned by the unexpected action. "I'm nervous," you admitted, covering your face with your hands. Kai chuckled, finding your reaction adorable.

“That’s okay.” He gently pulled your hands away from your face. “Wanna cuddle?” He asked, a lovesick smile on his face. You smiled back and nodded.

Together, you packed the food tray back into the basket, and once everything was in order, you both laid on the picnic blanket. "We should do this more often," Kai suggested with a wink. He took your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it. "Come here, in my arms," he whispered, the tranquility of nature surrounding you both. As you nuzzled into his embrace, the quiet and euphoric sounds of nature became the backdrop to your shared moment. Looking up at him, your eyes sparkled with love, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple beauty of a picnic, a kiss, and the promise of more moments together.

Another A/n : bro I was in such a hurry to finish this earlier and I’m pretty sure it’s shitty 😿 lmk what u think bae feedback is MUCH EXTREMELY appreciated 💋

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[hannie-dul-set]

LOVE VOMIT [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x female! reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, SLOWBURN, college! au, orgmate! soobin, pining to the highest degree, multiple love interests, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. swearing, drinking, annoying org jargon, both mcs are pathetic, unrequited feelings. WORD COUNT. teaser: 429 | full fic: est. 25-30k. RELEASE DATE: late june to early july.

NOTE. i said i was going to post the preview at the end of the week but i got too excited 😭😭 this may be a soobin fic but. u see. i am in love with all five of them so YOU will also fall in love with all five of them i don't make the rules.

i also wanted to jump back into my comfort zone of writing ordinary college life tingz, especially now that i actually have 2 years worth of experience to draw reference from. anyhow, send me an ask/dm to be addded to the taglist. preview under the cut!

THE TIME IS SPRING. A soft musk in the air, freshly bloomed flowers lining the sidewalks, and the start of a new semester. There’s something gentle about springtime, reminiscent of crisp blankets straight from the dryer with lavender seeping into its cotton folds and sunlight leaking through pleated sheer curtains. The season is for cherry blossoms and picnic baskets, outings and first loves. You’ve always associated these things with spring, however none of these sensibilities are present tonight. 

Instead of clear skies and bright sunlight, the view through the diner windows is lit up by artificial lights and signages in the middle of a March evening. There’s no lilac nor daisies in the air, but cheap beer and the savory smell of fried chicken. It’s noisy, it’s loud, and it’s far from the gentleness of spring, but you’ve never felt more alive at this time of the year.

‘Why did you join Shutter.TXT?’ reads the sheet of paper sitting on your table. You’re all smiles as you listen to the answers of those sitting at your table, mindlessly nodding along after being three glasses in. Tonight is an orientation-slash-welcome party for the organization you impulsively joined upon entering the university. 

Because photography is my passion...because I want to explore other fields…because, because, because.

The answers carousel around the table, and honest to god, you stopped listening at some point because it’s getting repetitive. You don’t understand the purpose of this activity. Why else would you join a club for photography, videography, and editing if not for photography, videography, and editing? 

“Are you kids having fun?”

You perk up. The empty smiles you’ve been giving suddenly becomes brighter, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Spring came belatedly tonight, and it came in the form of your extremely pretty senior suddenly appearing behind your seat and you’re instantly all the more conscious about your posture when he leans down to check in on your group. He cranes his head to look at you with a smile. “Is it your turn?” he asks. The back of your neck is burning.

“Ah, yes,” you cough, clearing your throat to introduce your name. “I major in public administration. I know it’s pretty far from my discipline, but I decided to join Shutter.TXT because I didn’t want to be constrained in one field throughout college. I’m sure this organization will make my university experience a lot more exciting and interesting.”

Lies. You joined because of the very face that’s smiling at you this very moment.

“I look forward to working with you.”

love vomit. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 14

Somnophilia - Yeonjun

!dom Yeonjun

Yeonjun and yourself loved to experiment, indulging in every kink that you could ever imagine, no matter the intensity or rarity, you were willing to try them all.

So when the topic of fucking you while you were asleep came up, you were never going to turn down the idea.

You laid out some ground rules, prior consent, adequate preparation so that you wouldn’t be hurt, and then you awaited a night for him to decide that was when he wanted to go ahead with it.

It all started out as if you were in a dream, completely asleep and imagining Yeonjun’s fingers as they begin to explore your body.

Yeonjun stares at you hungrily, careful as he spreads your legs apart for him to fit in between them. He has his cock in one hand, stroking himself to full hardness, with a near animalistic nature to him, such desire overcoming him, perhaps he had been even more into this kink than he had realised.

The way that you lay there, unconscious and unbeknown to what is about to happen to you, drives him crazy. He sticks his middle and index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the two digits until they are slick, saliva stringing from them as he takes them out and moves them to your core instead.

He is unsure if you will wake up as he makes his first contact, tracing the length of your cunt to transfer the spit in place of lubricant. He growls from deep in the back of his throat as you emit the tiniest whine, readjusting in your sleep, but you do not wake up.

His fingers enter you, and still you barely stir, though your dreaming becomes more vivid, it is a dream that you do not want to wake from, so still you sleep.

“So fucking hot,” He purrs, observing to make sure that you are wet enough before pulling his fingers out and coating his cock with the arousal instead, “Good girl, stay asleep for me, okay? I’ve got you.”

In your dream, Yeonjun has you in his arms, on your back in the sand at some secluded beach on a tropical island, it is romantic and heartfelt, you dream of sweet kisses leading to something more, as he removes your bikini to expose you to him, and to get you ready to take him in.

In reality, Yeonjun is already there, barely able to hold himself back as he enters you for the first time. You lay there, black out asleep, unmoving apart from the rise and fall of your chest, though your breathing does increase in pace as your dream - and your reality - becomes even more intense.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper, “God, you are so perfect when you can’t say no.”

He had thought already, that this kink borders on another, and those words said aloud only blurred the lines more for him, but he has consent, you gave your consent. He tries to pay no mind to it, though he makes a mental note to add it to your never ending list of kinks to try, and god, does he want to try it.

Yeonjun continues to fuck you, his speed and intensity growing with every thrust, at some point losing the worry about if he is going to wake you up or not. The sight of you asleep, mouth slightly open, moans leaving your lips as a result of the sex, and the simultaneous sex dream, is sending him feral.

At some point you begin to wake, but only to a dreamlike state, eyes hazy and barely able to open. You see the dark figure above you. You feel his cock deep inside you. You know who it is, the man of your dreams, and of your reality.

“Yeonjun,” You slur, your words almost incoherent, “You fuck me so good.”

The praises urge him on, knowing that you aren’t going to ask him to stop has him going harder. He has one hand on your shoulder to stop you from sliding back at all, only making the thrusts into you more intense. His pace quickens again, as his orgasm closes in and yours is even closer. He wants you to cum with him, and he is always going to find a way to get you there.

Still in a daze, unable to make out anything other than the silhouette of your boyfriend above you, it happens. Your body shakes, and you are jolted further from your slumber and into consciousness. Yeonjun’s moans heighten at the same rate as your own as he too finishes, his cock pulsating as he releases his seed, making a total mess of the once peacefully sleeping you that was.

“Next time,” You start, as Yeonjun leans in to kiss you, “I wanna do that to you while you’re sleeping.”

———

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[stayteezdreams]

Mission: Christmas Cupid

Plot: You go to a Christmas festival with the boys, only to be left behind with Yeonjun. But it's okay, this was supposed to happen.

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A few kisses towards the end, but thats all!

Words: 2.5k

You looked around excitedly as the festival stretched out in front of you. It was getting dark, so the bright festive lights lit up your surroundings like daytime.

With you was the boys, and a few of your mutual friends. You had no set plans as to what to do at the festival, so you figured it would be a see all and do all night.

"God where do we even start?" You muttered and you heard a soft huff of laughter beside you.

Glancing over you saw Yeonjun smiling brightly as he looked around and nodded. You suddenly felt your neck grow warmer as you realized the person who had been standing right beside you had been him.

You had felt flustered enough being squished in the car beside him the whole way to the festival. And now as your group wandered into the festival, he seemed to be sticking close to your side. Not that you were complaining, far from it actually, but, you couldn't help but notice it, as it was not something common.

You and Yeonjun got along great, and you pretty-obviously, had a giant crush on him. But you figured it was one-sided. Sometimes you wondered if you were wrong.

You'd catch him staring at you, or he'd go out of his way to do something for you, sometimes he even seemed to be flirting. But he never made it obvious enough for you to know for sure.

And tonight, as he seemed to stay right by your side, talking with you more than the others, and paying more attention to you than usual, you began to wonder again.

"Hey, look at that!"

You jolted softly as Yeonjun suddenly grabbed your shoulder and turned your body to look at something.

As you followed where he had been pointing, you spotted a small parade going past down the road. You watched it for a moment before it disappeared, you spared Yeonjun a glance and he was smiling brightly at you.

Feeling your face get warm as your heart jolted, you looked back to where the other's had been, only to see no one you recognized.

"Oh." You looked around sporadically before turning to Yeonjun, "They're gone."

He looked around before standing on his tip-toes to see over the crowd before he hissed.

"I don't see them."

"They couldn't have gotten too far away."

Yeonjun watched as you pulled out your phone and began texting the group chat. He smiled softly, before pretending to look around again as you glanced towards him. After a few minutes, you tried to call Soobin, only to get no reply.

You frowned and Yeonjun sighed, "They probably got preoccupied with something, maybe they saw a ride they wanted to go on."

You hummed before nodding, recalling how giddy Beomgyu was as you entered the festival, having almost ran off once already.

"So what should we do?"

Your breath caught in your throat as Yeonjun suddenly grabbed your hand.

"Let's just keep heading this way, we'll spot them eventually."

You nodded mutely as you let Yeonjun lead you through the crowds and through the festival. You kept your eye out for familiar faces all the while you tried not to focus on Yeonjun's hand in yours.

While making your way through the festival, You and Yeonjun got preoccupied with a small show, as well as various vendors. Mostly it was Yeonjun getting distracted, but you let him drag you along with him, as you secretly enjoyed walking hand and hand with him through the festival.

Suddenly pausing in your walk, you saw Yeonjun spot something and you tried to see if he saw the others.

"What? Did you see them?"

Yeonjun suddenly looked at you and shook his head, "No, no, I just thought since it's getting so cold we should get some hot drinks."

He tugged you along again, but you couldn't help but notice he took you towards in the opposite direction of whatever he had previously noticed.

Suspicion and curiosity passed through your mind briefly, but you pushed it away as the butterflies in your stomach became more intense.

After you acquired your drinks, Yeonjun sighed as he looked around. "Since we can't seem to find hem, we should just enjoy the festival while we can. I'm sure they will call us at some point if we don't run into them."

You thought about it for a moment, your suspicion rising again. But you accepted it and smiled at Yeonjun, "Okay."

He grinned happily at you as he took your hand again as you began walking together.

If Yeonjun was avoiding finding the others on purpose, why would you stop him? If that was what he was doing, you should be ecstatic at his actions. So you accepted his offer, and the two of you began exploring the festival, as if it had just been the two of you the whole time.

"Oh!" Yeonjun suddenly called out in excitement before dragging you up to a teacup ride.

As you boarded one of the cups, Yeonjun gave you a wide, almost mischievous smile and you suddenly felt nervous. Not long after the ride started, Yeonjun starting turning the wheel of your cup as fast as he could, making the cup spin rapidly.

The force of the movement sent you closer to Yeonjun before you were pinned to his side, clinging on to him with your eyes closed as you yelled at him. All you could hear was his laughter, unaware of the joyous grin on his face as you clung to him.

When the ride stopped ,you let out an exhausted groan as you smacked his arm, making him laugh even more.

"Come on it wasn't that bad!"

"I hate you." You mumbled, making him grin as he helped you to leave the cup, your movements uneasy as dizziness clung to you.

"You owe me food for that."

He chuckled as he nodded, secretly ecstatic. "Fine, fine."

You smiled as you eyed the sticks of candied strawberries Yeonjun bought you. Before you were able to take one, Yeonjun suddenly leaned in, stealing one before smiling happily at you.

You opened your mouth in shock, offense obvious on your face.

Yeonjun chuckled as he grabbed one of the small donuts he had bought and pushed it slowly into your agape mouth to make up for stealing from you.

You failed to repress a laugh at this before you stepped away, eating the doughnut happily.

The two of you began to wander towards the game stalls, as you snacked on your food. Yeonjun walked beside you, his arm brushing yours. You couldn't help but feel like you were on a date. And even if it ended up not being anything of the sort, you were still happy with how it ended up.

"I really wonder where they are." You muttered as you checked the group chat, still receiving no reply even though over an hour had passed.

He shrugged, "Some of them were really excited about the roller coasters, so maybe they're over there."

As he spoke he saw the way your eyes widened momentarily and he chucked before leaning closer to you, "Wanna go see if they're there?"

You cleared your throat as you tried to sound casual, "Uhm, maybe- maybe later, they could be over here by the games."

He let out an amused laugh. "You don't have to pretend Y/n, I know you hate roller coasters."

You smiled shyly as you ate another strawberry.

"We'll check the games first." Yeonjun said softly as he nudged you in the right direction, laughing as you slightly stumbled before glaring at him. You ran a few steps ahead of him and he watched you with a fond gaze.

Discreetly checking his phone, he typed out a message before sending it and quickly putting his phone back in his pocket and running to catch up to you.

You and Yeonjun spent a good half hour playing various games together, forgetting once again about the others as your night played out more and more like a date.

Yeonjun had won you a plush panda bear, and a large rabbit plush, and you had won him not only some large bright pink star sunglasses, but a large bear toy of his own.

After failing at a shooting game for the third time, Yeonjun finally gave up. Turning towards you, he saw you looking up at the nearby Ferris wheel and he grinned to himself. He had been leading you this way on purpose all night, and the closer he got the more nervous he felt.

Walking up to you, he cleared his throat by your ear, making you jump. He chuckled before looking at the Ferris wheel, "Let's go."

"Huh? On the ferris wheel?"

He nodded and you smiled, nodding in agreement. Yeonjun grinned happily to himself as you began walking towards the wheel. He let out a deep breath as he silently encouraged himself.

Your eyes scanned the brightly it up festival as the Ferris wheel slowly rose higher. The distant city lights seemed to pale in comparison to the colorful festival.

Looking over at Yeonjun you saw him checking his phone, and you took yours out. "Did they reply to the group chat?"

Yeonjun's head shot up at our question, seeing you check your phone. He turned his screen off before putting his phone away quickly, "No not yet."

You hummed as you saw he was right, before you put your own phone away. "They better not forget we came with them and leave without us."

Yeojun chuckled, "Honestly wouldn't put it past them at this point."

You grinned at his comment as you continued to look out the Ferris wheel window. Yeonjun's eyes were only on you as he adored the bright look of excitement on your face. His heart was pounding in his chest, as he checked to see how far you were until the top.

As Yeonjun suddenly moved to sit beside you rather than in front of you, you looked over at him in confusion.

Your eyes met just as he leaned closer to you and you felt your breath hitch. He smiled before he pointed past you, "Look over there"

Taring your eyes from his face, you looked out to see that the large lit up Christmas tree in the middle of the festival grounds began blinking melodically as if in rhythm to a song. You smiled as you watched it for a minute as it blinked with various colors and patterns.

Yeonjun's eyes still lingered on your face, as he took in your features.

When you suddenly turned back to look at him, both of you seemed to freeze as your noses nearly brushed at the proximity of your faces.

As you saw Yeonjun's eyes suddenly dart away from your face, you began to pull back, only to see him lean closer again as he looked back into your eyes.

You questioned him with your gaze, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"We're almost at the top."

Before you could question him, the meaning behind his words suddenly hit you. A trope you had heard since you were young, seen in hundreds of books, shows and movies.

Couples always kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel.

Looking over, you saw the Ferris wheel had in fact nearly reached the top. Looking back at Yeonjun he seemed to have inched just a little closer. You nodded in response to his statement as you felt the wheel pause momentarily, as it did for every cabin that reached the top. As if daring every pair to kiss.

Yeonjun's eye's glanced down to your lips before he met your eyes again as he slowly moved closer. His gaze questioned you, as if waiting for you to pull away or stop him.

When you made no movement to move or refuse, he continued moving closer until his lips gently met yours. Your eyes closed as you felt your heart racing.

You expected him to pull away almost immediately, but instead, he briefly deepened the kiss as he leaned closer to you, placing his hand on your knee as he kissed you.

A short moment later, he pulled away, just after the Ferris wheel had continued it's decent.

The gaze between you was filled with tension as you noticed the tip of his ears had gone bright red. Something you would surely tease him about later on.

As the tension sat between you, no words passed, a soft small began to play at your lips before Yeonjun sprung forward and kissed you again. This time, you returned to kiss with equal excitement, as he brought his hand up to cup the back of your head as he kissed you deeper than before.

This time when he pulled away, he couldn't repress the smile tugging at his own lips.

You smiled in return before finally asking him what you had been wondering almost all night.

"Did you separate us from the others on purpose?"

Yeonjun's smile became a grin as he let out a bashful chuckle before nodding, making you giggle.

"It wasn't just my plan though."

You quirked your brow and he grinned before looking out of the Ferris wheel. After a moment he pointed to something, leaning over and following his gaze you saw the rest of your group standing under the Ferris wheel.

You let out a bewildered laugh, "So what, it was a group plan?" You gasped softly, "You've been messaging them behind my back haven't you!"

He nodded, laughing as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. You let out a soft breath before you smiled at him, "You know, if you wanted to go on a date with me, you could have just asked."

He grinned almost shyly, "I was too scared you'd say no."

"I thought it was obvious that I liked you." You admitted a bit shyly.

He grinned, "And I thought it was obvious I liked you too, but you seem surprised."

You hummed, "Touché." You adjusted yourself slightly as he chuckled, "Well I wouldn't have said no."

He leaned closer to you, "Well now I know for next time."

You giggled softly and he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. As your smile widened, he kissed you again, lingering just long enough so you could kiss him back.

As the Ferris wheel finally reached the bottom so the two of you could exit, you saw the other's watching the two of you carefully, as if trying to decipher if it ended well or not between you.

As Yeonjun grinned at them, before taking your hand to help you out of the Ferris wheel the other's clapped happily, laughing that their plan worked.

You shook your head as you approached them, as they teased the two of you fervently.

As your group slowly made it's way back into the festival, you eyed them all closely. "So, what was this secret group chat called?"

Kai laughed as he proudly announced, "Mission: Christmas Cupid!"

You let out a short chuckle, "That's so lame." Beomgyu looked over at you in offense, "No it's not!"

"So you came up with it then?"

The others laughed as you teased him, Yeonjun wrapping his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He didn't care what it had been called, he was just glad it worked.

xx End xx

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[inniessick]

Cream Pie / Choi Beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: maybe 1.5k?

warnings: cursing, mentions of reader being jealous, beom and reader argue (nothing extreme literally minor plot), this is basically pwp imo. names (beomie, gyu, beom, slut, whore, bitch, babe, baby, love), cream pie, no protection (don't do this i'm just too lazy to write a condom scene i'll be honest), lowk manhandling maybe, kissing, uh maybe that's all?? not proofread, mayhaps improper grammar capitalization. if i missed anything please let me know!

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"God damn it gyu, why do you have to be like this?" You furrowed your brows, throwing your hands up. This was the second time this week that you and beomgyu had gotten into an argument because of your jealousy. It wasn't always this bad, but lately one of beomgyu's coworkers just seemed to be getting way too friendly.

"What do you mean why am I like this Y/n? You literally started this!" His voice had finally started to get louder, "Well maybe if you would tell her off I wouldn't feel this way! Don't you see the way she touches you? It's like how I do! That's not okay.. Only i'm supposed to do that." His eyes softened but his voice became more stern, "Seriously?" He grabbed your wrist causing you to look up at him, "Just how many times do I need to fuck it into you that nobody else compares to you. I tell you that all the time, I show you what you mean to me."

Now, sure this was a serious argument conversation, but something about the way beomgyu was speaking to you had you clenching your thighs together. As angry as you were, he always got hotter when he was a bit irritated. Your anger was starting to dissipate into lust, and at the end of the day the truth was you simply wanted beomgyu. You pouted your lips, looking off to the side, "You haven't paid any attention to me this week gyu.. haven't touched me or nothin'.." You heard him laugh a bit, "So that's what all this was for?" He gestured his hands up into the air, "Don't need to argue with me to get me touch you my love, you just have to ask." His hand trailed up your arm before sitting against on your neck, "..but considering you did start this argument with me, don't you think you deserve a slight punishment?" Your eyes lit up just a bit, and your panties started to stick to your core.

"Now, why don't you head to the bedroom and get undressed for me since you want to be such a needy slut?" You rapidly nodded, hurrying off to the bedroom and quickly ridding yourself of your clothing before laying down on the bed. beomgyu came in shortly after. His hand traveled down to your pussy, his fingers running small circles around your clit. you let out a suppressed moan, "gyu, please wan' more." He hummed in response, slipping a finger inside, "No cumming until i say so." stuttering as your eyes went wide, "B-but that's no fair! 's mean.. always mean to m-" He added a second finger quickening his pace, forcing you to close your eyes and arch your back. gyu was hitting that sweet gummy spot, the one that makes you feel oh so nice. "You like it when i'm mean to you like this, you enjoy it as much as i do. Don't put on this "good girl" act with me when you're acting like a bitch in heat." simply nodding your head letting out breathy moans here and there. "Ah, beom, more please~ feels good.. close." Pulling his fingers out before quickly taking off his clothes, "Mmph- ah! beomgyu! What are you doing?" "I told you you're not cumming until i say so, baby. I'm going to have my way with you and then we'll see if you can finish."

He leaned back onto the bed, holding your thighs open before aligning himself with your entrance. Gathering a nice amount of slick, his tip continuing to bump against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "Don't tease... please just fuck me." "So damn desperate, do you want it that bad?" He ran himself through your folds a few times, continuing to tease you, just to see how much you'd beg. "Yesyes, please gyu just do something." He smirked slightly, pushing your knees against your chest before slamming himself inside your warm cunt, beginning at a pace that already had you gripping the sheets and biting your lips. "If that's what you really want baby, i'll give it to you. Ah shit- don't wanna hear you say it's t'much. You're gonna lay here and take it like the whore you are."

Beomgyu was always so good at this. Not just the way he fucked you, but everything that went into it. Even the things he said had you clenching around his dick, it made your brain foggy. He leaned down slightly, face coming closer to your ear, "Wish you could see yourself, barely started and you look so fucked out already.." his breath sent a shiver down your spine, "feels so good beomie.. please," he let go of your thigh, grabbing at your hip and going deeper, practically kissing your cervix. "Shit! mm~ gyu please please," "Please what, babe? Gonna beg for somethin'?" He let out a few moans each time he felt you clamp down on him, "gyu, wanna cum. Feels good, so good." "No." He was stern with his voice. You whined, grabbing at his bicep, "Please! can't take it, need to." He gripped your face, "I said no, I told you this was a punishment." His hand moved down, between the valley of your breasts, brushing over your nipple even so slightly before trailing further down. Thumb gently brushing over your clit, a small smirk across his lips, "You better not cum, or it'll be a whole two weeks before I touch you again." You shook your head, nails leaving crescent shapes on his arms from how hard you were squeezing.

His pace quickened, "Don't do that, can't hold it, s' too much," "You can wait, hold it f'me." Tears pricked at your waterline, "Baby, please let me. Wanna cum for you so bad." beomgyu let out a groan, he loved when you said things like that. "I'm close, just wait for me," both of his hands traveled to your hips, gripping them harshly before fucking into you. "Ah! Right there please! gyu~ againagain," "Shit.. look so pretty spread out like this for me. My pretty bitch, pussy made just f'me." You turned your head to the side letting out a moan, "Just for you.. beomie~ need to cum," "Let go baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock." And you did just as he said, your orgasm washed over you in intense waves. Beomgyus thrusts became more and more sloppy, a tell that he was close. He groaned, "close.. fuck.." "Want it gyu, please give it to me." He nodded slightly, throwing his head back and letting out such a pretty moan before painting your walls white. A few more thrusts before he slowed to a complete stop.

He took in a few deep breathes before that stupid smile of his began showing as you looked up. You giggled a bit, "What are you smiling about?" "You're just so cute, you know that?" You face began to heat up, you slapped his chest, "Don't say stuff like that when we're in this position." He laughed before leaning down to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him farther into the kiss, "Love you s' much, even when you're jealous." He mumbled. "Love you too." he finally pulled back from your lips, lightly tapping your thigh, "Time to clean up my little oatmeal cream pie right?" Your hand came up to your mouth, covering it in shock as you squeezed your thighs shut. "Beomgyu! Shut up!" He laughed as you threw the pillows on the bed at him.

Laughter and small shouts filled the bathroom as he continued to tease you while you both bathed. It was times like these that reminded you even if your jealousy overcame you, things would always be fine. It was "your beomie" after all, he would never fail to find a way to mend things. That's what made you love him so much in the first place. Even if you both argued and your emotions got the best of you, beomgyu would always be there to make you feel better, in multiple ways.

a/n: hey cuties looks like ur fav author ghosted u again and is giving u their biweekly post as an apology. it's gyu smut this time. forgive me 🩷. i have stuff in the drafts i'm finishing up rn. i know the ending was rushed i tried my best guys. it's 5am. goodbye.

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[soobuneary]

sour - choi soobin x fem reader

college au! best friend!soobin x fem reader; slight beomgyu x reader

ANGST, heavy angst and some fluff, heavily suggestive themes

Summary: After you begin toying with the idea of dating someone, your best friend Soobin begins to act strangely toward you. Highkey inspired by the song Sour by The Rose (I probably listened to it 1000 times on repeat while I wrote this haha.)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, sexual content

Words: 2.8k

“I know it hurts, but it’s the truth

My heart’s so sour without you.”

Lips were locked and tongues battled for dominance. You kissed him roughly and fervently, tasting the alcohol you both had been drinking all night. His hands roamed all over, starting at your breasts before eventually finding their way to your ass. He broke away from the kiss, “Are you sure you want this?”

You looked at the handsome stranger you had met just hours before. All you knew was his name was Beomgyu and he was part of the frat holding this party. Was this a smart decision? Probably not, but the idea of getting laid sounded good to your intoxicated mind. Why the hell not? It might even help you in getting over your stupid crush on your best friend.

“Yes.”

His lips attached to your neck and you let out a small moan. The heat pooling between your legs was a welcome distraction from your anxious thoughts. Was this really a good idea? Beomgyu’s lips, along with the alcohol, made those thoughts begin to melt away. His kisses went lower until he was lightly sucking on your collarbone. “Beomgyu.”

“Beomgyu?”

In the heat of the moment, you hadn’t noticed the door swing open. Soobin stood in the doorway, his face a mix of betrayal and shock.

You and Beomgyu quickly detached yourselves from each other. The awkwardness hung heavy in the air before Beomgyu started, “Soobin-”

“Whatever. Y/N, let's go.”

His hand roughly grabbed your wrist and he dragged you out of the room. You looked back at Beomgyu but it was no use, Soobin was walking fast and taking you with him. “Wait.”

He didn’t let up, so you decided to quietly go along with him. When the cold air outside hit you, you finally resisted and caused Soobin to stop and turn around. The two of you stood in front of the house. “What the fuck was that?”

You feigned confidence because inside you were a wreck. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“You don’t see the big deal of hooking up with one of my friends?”

“Would you rather me get with a stranger?”

“I’d rather you not get with anyone at all!”

“Why are you being such a cockblock? Am I not allowed to have fun?”

He huffed in frustration before moving closer to you. “You’re drunk, and you would’ve regretted it. I’m just trying to protect you.”

You took his challenge and took a step closer to him. This close, you could truly see the fury in his eyes. “I never asked you to protect me.”

The anger began to fade and you saw sadness slowly take over his demeanor. “Is that not what best friends do?”

It hurt a lot more than you wanted to admit. Being called his best friend was a heavy burden to bear. Because while it was true, the two of you have been inseparable since you were thirteen, it hurt. In the past two years, you had begun to see Soobin in a different light. If you were being completely honest, he was the kind of man you always dreamt you would be with.

He looked down, and you realized you had been silent for too long. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue so you let him silently lead the short walk back to your apartment.

-

It had been a week since the incident at the party, and Soobin had been avoiding you. He said he was feeling too sick for your weekly study session, yet you saw him the same day on your friend Yeonjun’s Instagram story. If he was going to lie, he might as well lie well, you thought bitterly.

To make matters worse, Beomgyu had been messaging you every day wanting to meet up. What for? You had no idea. You had exchanged numbers with him before you… yeah. You figured if anyone wanted to avoid you it should be Beomgyu, who you had almost made a drunken mistake with. But, as much as it was going to be awkward, you agreed to meet up with him today.

You sat at your vanity and carefully applied your eyeliner. Your thoughts were everywhere, but mostly you thought about Soobin. What he was doing, where he was, if he had been eating well, if he felt just as miserable as you; these thoughts plagued your mind.

It was then your phone lit up. Seeing his name on your phone made your heart lighten up a little bit.

Soob: what are you doing?

You answered quickly.

i’m getting ready. why?

His reply was not even a minute later.

Soob: what for?

You decided that maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy.

i’m meeting up with someone

After that, he didn’t respond. It was probably for the best, you thought. He probably wouldn’t be a fan of you meeting up with Beomgyu after what happened.

You walked into the small café on campus and saw him instantly. You went to sit across from him, “hey.”

“Hey Y/N.” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that he was charming. “I already ordered, but do you want me to get you something?”

“No, I’m okay.” You decided to not beat around the bush, “What did you want to see me for?”

“Straight to it then, huh?” He laughed, “there's something I wanted to say to you that night, but I didn’t get the chance. The truth is,” he sighed. “To be honest, I didn’t want to just hook up. I’ve heard a lot about you from Soobin, and you seem to be a nice person. I’d love to go on a few dates and get to know you more.”

You didn’t know what you had been expecting, but it was definitely not that. You tried to not show your shock. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You can think about it. I don’t need an answer right away.”

-

In all the time that you and Soobin have been friends, he had never approved of any of your crushes or partners. At first, you had suspected that he had feelings for you, but you always shook the thought away. Soobin was looking out for you like any friend would, because as much as it annoyed you, he was almost always right. They had been jerks, mostly, and every time you cried Soobin was the one who picked you back up. For that, you would always be grateful to him.

But Beomgyu didn’t seem like a jerk. Throughout your text conversations, he seemed to be quite the opposite. He was funny and sweet, constantly asking if you were having a good day and messaging you good morning. The problem was, however, that you couldn't stop thinking about Soobin. Disregarding your crush on him, you missed your best friend.

There was a knock on your door, and much to your surprise the boy you were missing was right in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

Soobin gave you a small smile. “It’s Tuesday, we study on Tuesdays, yeah?”

You moved out of the way, allowing him to enter. “I thought you were going to play hooky again.”

He laughed quietly, “Sorry about that.”

The both of you walked to your room. “It’s okay.” You sat at your desk, and Soobin took his usual spot on your bed. He pulled out his laptop and a textbook to begin studying, but you couldn’t help but tell him what you’d been thinking for a week and a half. “I’ve missed you.”

He just hummed in response, and it hurt your feelings a little bit that he didn’t say the same. Instead, he turned on the usual study time playlist and the two of you began to silently study.

After an hour or so it was time for a break. He pulled out his phone and began to absentmindedly scroll through Twitter. “So what have you been up to?”

You shrugged. “Not much.” The only thing you could think to talk about was Beomgyu, but you weren’t sure if that’s what he’d want to hear. Then again, he was just mad you were going to hook up. Maybe he’d be happier to know you had different intentions? You tested it out. “I have a date this weekend.”

He stopped scrolling and looked at you. “You do? With who?”

You couldn’t meet his gaze. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong. “Beomgyu.”

The silence that followed hung heavy in the room. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what, Soob?”

“Why does it have to be one of my friends?”

You finally looked at him again. “I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal. Why aren’t you happy for me?”

He sat up. “You want me to be happy for you? Are you serious right now?”

You stood up from your chair. “I’m tired of being one of my only single friends. They all talk about love like it’s the greatest thing to happen to them. Am I not allowed to feel that too?”

He got off your bed and stood in front of you. “You are, but why does it have to be him?”

“Why can’t it be? You know he’s a good guy, why does it matter if you’re friends with him? Shouldn’t you be happy that two of your friends are getting together? It could be a great thing-”

“No, I’m not happy!” His nostrils flared, and in the years you had been friends you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this angry. “I’m not happy at all! Why are you so blind, Y/N?”

This caught you off guard. “What?”

“I like you!” His confession made the air in your lungs feel thick. After a few seconds of silence, he breathed out, “I think I love you.”

Soobin appeared to be just as surprised by his confession as you were. After staring at each other for a few moments, he quickly gathered his stuff. “Soobin, wait.”

He left your room and walked toward your door. You quickly caught up with him and grabbed his wrist to stop him. He didn’t turn but just stood there. “Soobin, wait just a second.” You gathered all of your courage, “I-”

“I can’t stand this, Y/N.” There was an overwhelming sadness in his voice. “I like you so much, I feel sick.”

He shook his wrist from your grasp and left. You had never felt so alone.

-

“I think you need to come get him, Y/N.”

You were on the phone with Yeonjun. “Why me?”

“Because he’s asking for you. He’s really fucking drunk.”

“Just call him an Uber. He’ll be fine, I’m not coming.”

You hung up, not wanting to hear any more of it. At first, you had been sad after you and Soobin’s fight, but the more you thought about it the more angry and bitter you became. Who did he think he was? To confess and then not let you answer? On top of all that, he had been ignoring your texts and calls. Now that he’s drunk he wanted to see you? Yeah right.

It was Saturday, and you had canceled your date with Beomgyu. You didn’t know when, but you were going to confess to Soobin. He needed to know that you reciprocated his feelings so the two of you could stop playing this avoiding game. As much as you wanted to see him, you couldn’t face him right now when he was drunk. 

But it seemed you didn’t have a choice.

Because one, highly intoxicated, Choi Soobin showed up at your door. “Y/N.”

You sighed. “Why did you come here?”

“Needed to see you.”

He pushed his way past you into your apartment. You shut the door and turned to face him. “You can’t just show up when you please.”

His words were slurred together. “Please, can’t wait.”

“I’ll let you sleep here, but we aren’t going to talk like this.”

He approached you wobbly and placed his hands on your shoulders. “I like you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

His serious demeanor made butterflies swirl about in your stomach. You knew you couldn’t give in to whatever he was saying because he was drunk, and you needed to be sober to have this conversation. But fuck, was it hard. The way he was looking at you with so much emotion made your resolve weak, as well as your knees. He spoke again, “Don’t know when, but I like you. So much.”

“Soobin-”

“Wait.” His hands slipped off your shoulders and down your arms, taking your smaller hands into his big ones. You looked down to where your hands met, but only for a moment because you heard a quiet sob come from your best friend. You looked up and saw tears streaming down his face. “You don’t know. Don’t know how long I’ve had to wait. Don’t know how many times,” he paused, and took in a big breath. “Don’t know how many times I’ve had to keep my mouth shut. When you liked someone. When you told me about your first kiss. When you looked at someone else like they were your whole world.”

You finally broke, a single tear falling from your eyes. You took one hand away from his to wipe the tears on his cheek. “You’re my world, Soobin. I’m so sorry.”

“Still don’t think you get it.” He surprised you by pulling you into a hug. Your face was tucked into his chest and you felt one of his hands stroke your hair. “I’m sick of watching you look for love when it’s right in front of you. Want you to be mine.”

You pulled away from his chest and looked at him with tear-stained eyes. “I already am.”

You watched as his eyes flicked from your own to your lips. Temptation had you in its grasp, but you had to be strong for his sake. He came closer, lips plump and wanting. You put a finger to his mouth to stop him. “You’re drunk, and I want you to remember this.”

You could tell he was a little disappointed, but he slowly nodded in agreement. You gently guided him to your couch, intending on helping him settle for the night, but he had one more request. “Please, I want to stay with you.”

That’s how you ended up cuddled into his chest once again, this time under your covers in bed. Fully clothed and innocent, you went to bed with conflicted emotions. Happy your best friend was also in love with you, but sad at how torn up he had seemed about it.

The next morning you woke up before Soobin. You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell, and contemplated waking him up. You had so much you wanted to say to him. However, you didn’t have to wait long, as his eyes slowly fluttered open after a moment. “Y/N.”

“Soobin.”

He smiled softly, “Thank you.”

You looked at him with slight confusion. “For what?”

“For letting me stay. For letting me say everything I needed to.”

“You remember last night?”

“How could I forget?”

“You were stupid drunk, Soob.”

He laughed quietly, “True. But I meant everything I said. I want you and only you.”

“Are you going to let me speak this time?” He just looked at you lovingly, waiting to hear you out. “When we started college, I knew something was different.” You paused and took a deep breath. It was time to let it all out. “I started to see you less and less, and it affected me more than it should have. I found myself missing you when you weren’t here, and getting more excited to see you than a friend would.”

His hand came up to caress your cheek, and you continued. “I don’t know when and I don't know how, but you stopped being just a boy I grew up with and became the kind of man I want to be with. I want to be with you, Soobin, and only you. You said you like me so much you feel sick. I don't want you to feel that way anymore. No more pain and no more pining, the only thing I want is for us to be together.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly captured his lips with yours. His lips were softer than you had imagined they would be, and you had imagined this many times. None of those daydreams were as good as the real thing. Soobin deepened the kiss and held your face in his hands. You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but it didn’t matter.

You were his, and he was finally yours.

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[linos-luna]

Dark 🔪

Yandere!Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, fear ?

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“Junnie!” You cried. “Junnie please let me out!”

You were sitting on the cold basement floor, shaking and crying. There was no light, only a small crack from the door, which you were in front of, begging for him to come back.

“Junnie I don’t like it here!” You sobbed. “It’s scary!”

It wasn’t long before Yeonjun opened the door and looked down at you with a smile.

“Hi baby.” He said happily as if he didn’t just put you there.

You instantly stood up and hugged him, taking in his warmth. He loved the feeling of you clinging onto him. It’s all he wanted.

“Junnie, I don’t like it in there…” you sobbed. “I-its too dark…”

“Oh poor baby.” He said with a pout. It was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Don’t put me back in there…”

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Yeonjun asked while holding you.

You nodded quickly and buried your face in his chest.

“You know I don’t like when you go out without me.” He said while pulling back to look at you. “Someone could take you away…”

“I-I’m sorry…”You wiped some tears and tried looking down, only for him to tilt your chin up.

“You have to stay here!” He said with a frown.

“Junnie—”

“You can’t leave me!” He snapped while grabbing your shoulders tight. “You’ll never leave me! Right baby?!”

“Jun-”

Right baby?!” He repeated almost frantically.

“I-I won’t-…”

Yeonjun breathed a big sigh of relief before hugging you again and getting close to your ear. His tone then shifted drastically.

“Break another rule and I’ll lock you in that basement overnight…”

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[choiwonder]

KISS ME MORE — [ SCREW YOU ]

synopsis: it’s february! tis the season to be filled with cuddles, kisses and love! only problem is you’re single! so what do you do? cry to your coworkers about another not-so midlife crisis you’re having!! in hopes of cheering you up, beomgyu decides to set you up on a blind date. was this the best idea? no. of course not. you should have listened to the others attempts to stop you from saying yes, not aware that it’d be the parent of one of your students.

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note: i think im gay frl cuz literally last week a boy i kinda liked came over and we got high but as soon as he put his hand on my thigh i came up with a excuse so he could leave 😭😭😭 i dont even like his ass no more

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[smellysoobin]

Txt when they want a baby

-/ This was requested, I never want children. Ever.

Yeonjun shoves baby clothes in your hands by the dozens. Doesn’t even try to be subtle about it. He believes its time to bless with the world with a mini Choi.

Soobin doesn’t really want a kid, he want’s another Odi. So you’d have to constantly explain to him how a baby does not equate a pet. He wants to name your baby Garfield.

Beomgyu is just horny, but hes having a hard time deciding if he really wants you pregnant or not. Like his brain cannot separate his real vs horny thoughts.

Taehyun constantly brags how he’d be a responsible and loving dad. Flashbacks to the time you two babysat his nephew and he tried to order him around like a soldier.

Hueningkai gets baby fever every single season. Swears you two would have the cutest baby. It wont be cute no more when its waking up every three hours.

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[v3nusstardust]

🌷 My girl 🌷

Pairing : Huening Kai x INSECURE!reader

Genre : Fluff, comfort, v sad ig

WARNING : Mentions of eating disorders, reader talks down on herself

a/n : i hope yall like :3 Srry for such angsty stuff u guys i am js a girl . Also eeuuugh college is kicking my ass so sorry for not being consistent ☝️😢 but erm yeah enjoy , lmk if u fw it 🩵🥸

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"What color dress should I get?" you asked, your fingers gliding over the luxurious fabrics of the fancy dresses. Kai, with a thoughtful expression, replied, "I think... green.

Your eyes met his, and a subtle smile formed on your lips. "Mm, I want one that's not just stylish but also comfortable—a dress you won't regret picking for me," you sighed, continuing the search for the perfect green gown.Kai's gaze lingered on a particular dress as he gently pulled it from the rack. "How about this one?" he suggested, presenting a knee-length, sparkling emerald green dress. The sequins shimmered in the ambient light, casting a magical glow. Kai truly had an eye for fashion.Your eyes widened with delight as you took in the sight of the dress. "It's stunning," you breathed, reaching out to touch the fabric.

As you took the sparkly green dress from Kai, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the fabric. "I love the sparkles; they add a touch of magic to it," you remarked, running your fingers over the sequins that caught the light. Kai's heart skipped a beat as your eyes lit up. "Do you want to try it on now? Or are you still looking?" he asked, his voice carrying a subtle warmth."I'll try it on now!" you exclaimed, your face lighting up with a big, warm smile. Your smile was so gorgeous, alluring, imperfectly perfect and Kai loved it.

You and Kai went into the fitting room together. This was a normal thing for you both, except for some reason even though Kai had seen all of you, he still would turn around when you were changing.

“Tell me when you’re done.” He said, facing towards the wall. He was most likely on his phone playing cookie run.

You carefully took off your regular clothes and slipped into the dress, being extra cautious not to damage it. The dress felt nice and comfy—no itchiness, which was a relief. However, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. The problem wasn't with the dress itself, it was more about how it made you feel. You were used to wearing loose, baggy clothes because you felt a bit insecure about your body, especially your weight. The dress, although pretty, hugged your body in a way that you weren't used to, and it made you uncomfortable.You stared at your reflection, trying to see if the dress looked better from different angles. But no matter how you looked at it, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Baggy clothes had always been your go-to because they hid the parts you were insecure about. This dress, on the other hand, exposed those insecurities.

Standing there, scrutinizing yourself in the mirror, a mix of emotions swept over you. The weight of the dress seemed to carry the weight of your insecurities, and soon, tears began to stream down your cheeks, betraying the internal struggle you tried so hard to conceal. Your chest tightened, and you tilted your head up, desperately attempting to keep your composure.

You fought against the overwhelming surge of emotions. You clenched your fists, willing the tears to stop. Small sniffles and hiccups escaped from you, revealing the depth of your emotional turmoil.

Though Kai was indulged in his game, he still heard the sounds of your sobs and sniffles. He didn’t want to turn around because he was afraid of invading your privacy without consent (SWEET BOYYY).

Concern etched across his face, he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should intervene. His instincts, however, propelled him to turn around slowly.

“Wow. Y/n that dress is gorgeous on you darling. It goes perfectly with the color of your hair an-”

You turned around to meet his gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes told him more than words ever could. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. You attempted to respond, but your voice wavered with the weight of unspoken emotions. "I...I hate my body" you quietly sobbed, your vulnerability laid bare. He knew you struggled with an eating disorder in the past.

Kai's expression softened, and he came closer, pulling you into his warm embrace. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, creating a cocoon of comfort. "My love, you are so gorgeous. That dress looks so perfect on you, but remember, you're more than how you look in a dress," he whispered tenderly, his words like a soothing melody. Gently, Kai brought one hand up to wipe away the soft tears that adorned your flushed cheeks. “My beautiful girl. So gorgeous and pretty.” He murmured. His face hid in the crook of your neck, causing his voice to send shivers down your spine. Kai placed soft yet rough kisses to your jawline, neck and lips.

Despite the abundant love surrounding you, tears continued to flow down your cheeks. Kai tenderly ran his fingers through your soft hair, savoring the fragrance of your shampoo. "I love you. I love your body. The dress looks so beautiful. You have no idea how breathtaking you are," he murmured, his words a gentle reassurance.

His gaze locked with yours as he held you close, his hands now tenderly rubbing small circles on your stomach. The touch was so gentle, so soft, that it made you feel vulnerable yet cherished. In that moment, Kai treated you like an elegant piece of glass, handling you with such delicacy , so afraid you might break any moment.His fingers traced comforting patterns, each touch a silent promise of understanding and acceptance. I cherish you, every part of you," he continued, his voice a soothing melody. "You're like a rare gem, and I'll always handle you with the utmost care." His eyes held a depth of sincerity,

Soon enough, your tears stopped. “Are you okay, my girl?” Kai questioned placing gentle kisses on your hands. “Yes, I’m okay. Thank you Kai.” You smiled at him. “I’m hungry. Let’s get the dress and then can we.. get some food?” You asked. His face lit up with happiness.

“Of course we can. How does pizza sound?~”

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[lilykatelyn-blog]

yeonjun birthday special

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: a lot of sweet nothings..

summary: just a special drabble of you and your boyfriend spending the morning sleeping in and just existing as the most cute couple to exist.

notes: it’s one day late I am so sorry 😭 I also had to make it short bc i have to work on my history project, I am so sorry. Edit: I fucking forgot my major and I meant to say that I was going to help me sister 😭

you and yeonjun rarely got to sleep in. And when you did, it was usually just you two sleepily mumbling gibberish nonsense. This morning was different and you two got to speak clearly to each other and using sweet words to make each other blush in 5 seconds flat.

“Jagiya, wake up.” He shook you awake, surprising you as he would usually be working by now. “Mm? You’re home Jun? Shouldn’t you be at work?” “No, I got the day off to spend with you.” He replies, hugging your waist. “I wanna make you breakfast.” “Nouhh.” He mumbles in English, his face currently smushed in the conjunction between your shoulder and neck. “Hm, you need to eat.” “Eat laterhhghb.” The last part came out gibberish, unfortunately. “You look so pretty in the morning.” He whispered in your ear after you two decided to lie down some more. “You look so kissable when you wake up in the morning.” You whispered right back. “Let’s sleep some more please.” He asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes, and who were you to deny this beauty?

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