#(can’t even imagine what beomgyu might be like)

[itendtothinkalot]

beomgyu!spiderman au (part 2)

summary: just a few scenarios of how it would be like having beomgyu!spiderman as ur bf

genre: fluff

characters: beomgyu!spiderman x f!reader

words: 3.5

a/n: i wasn't done

warnings: danger! knives! guns!

part 1!

Your boyfriend was Spider-Man. The Spider-Man. The one who kept your little town safe, who swung through the streets like a silent guardian, leaving behind ripples of hope. The one who, despite the weight of a city on his shoulders, always stopped to lend a hand to anyone who needed it.

Just the other day, your grandma couldn’t stop talking about him.

“Oh, what a fine young man,” she said, eyes sparkling as she recounted the story for the third time. “He helped me cross the road and even carried my groceries all the way home!”

You had laughed softly then, a knowing kind of laugh. Because you knew the truth. You knew he wasn’t just helping some random sweet old lady—he had helped her because she was your grandma.

But the thought lingered longer than you expected. There was something deeply personal about knowing that Spider-Man, the hero everyone adored, was yours. That he went out of his way for the people you loved. That even in the midst of saving the world—or at least this small corner of it—he still remembered the little things.

It warmed your heart, but it ached too. How could one person carry so much? The city adored Spider-Man, but they didn’t know him like you did. They didn’t see the bruises he came home with or the weight he carried in the slump of his shoulders when no one was watching. They didn’t hear the way his voice cracked when he confessed how hard it was to keep everyone safe—how much he wished he could do more.

“You’re doing fine,” you murmured against Beomgyu’s neck, your voice low, trying to be supportive.. “You have to stop thinking that you owe the world everything. You don’t, Gyu. You really don’t.” Your arms tightened around him slightly, hoping that this small gesture, this closeness, could carry what words couldn’t.

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His breathing was steady, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his body held itself too tightly, like a coiled spring. Finally, his voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper.

“I almost got Soobin hurt the other day.”

You froze, pulling back just enough to look at him. “What?”

He wasn’t meeting your eyes. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the wall behind you, as though staring into some memory he couldn’t shake. “Someone was following me. I–I didn’t even know. I don’t know how I didn’t know, but I didn’t—”

“Don’t you have those tingles? Like, when something bad’s about to happen?” Your voice rose slightly, more out of disbelief than anger. “What’s it called again?”

“Spidey senses,” he said quietly, almost like he was embarrassed to admit it.

“Right.”

He nodded, exhaling shakily. “Which is why this freaked me out so much. They followed me. Back to school.”

You felt your stomach drop. “Our school?”

He sighed, his hand coming up to drag down his face. “It was the day of the test. I guess my anxiety just… I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t even realize they’d been trailing me until it was too late. And then…” His voice cracked, and for a moment, you thought he might stop altogether.

“And then what, Gyu?” you pressed, your own heart racing now.

“Soobin,” he said, his voice trembling. “He was there. He was just…waving down to me, you know? Trying to make sure no one else saw me. But they did see him. They saw him.”

Your breath hitched as you imagined the scene. Soobin, his usual warm and carefree self, unknowingly stepping into danger just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“God, Gyu…” You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. He finally looked at you then, his dark eyes full of guilt, fear, and something raw you couldn’t quite name.

“I can’t let that happen again,” he said firmly, though his voice wavered. “I can’t let someone I care about get hurt because of me. Because of this.”

You shook your head, your grip on his hand tightening. “No one got hurt. Soobin’s fine. You’re fine. But, Gyu, you can’t keep carrying this on your own. You don’t have to. Please…”

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand clung to yours told you everything. For now, it would have to be enough. But in the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t over—not for him, not for either of you.

—

Beomgyu, the neighborhood’s ever-friendly superhero, had always been the happy-go-lucky guy at school—the one who cracked jokes even during exams and smiled at everyone in the halls. But lately, everything felt heavier. The shadows felt closer, and the weight of his secret life seemed to press down on him more than ever. No one really noticed the change, not at school, not in the streets where he swung between buildings. But he felt it.

Lost in thought, replaying every close call, every mistake, Beomgyu didn’t even notice the bird heading straight for him until—

“AUUUGH!”

The collision sent him tumbling through the air, momentum completely lost. He flailed helplessly before crashing down five levels and landing, with an undignified thud, in a dumpster.

“Dang,” he groaned, clutching his ribs as he tried to sit up. The stench was an assault on his senses, but at least the garbage had cushioned his fall. Small blessings, right?

He barely had a second to regain his bearings before he froze, realizing he wasn’t alone. Two figures loomed over him, their faces obscured by ski masks. Guns peeked out from behind their backs.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” one of them muttered, staring down at the very superhero who had been tailing them for weeks.

Beomgyu blinked up at them, then sighed. “What a night,” he muttered before pulling on a smirk under his mask. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Are we heading to some kind of costume party, fellas? I wasn’t invited��kind of hurtful, honestly.”

The guy on the left swore under his breath, visibly rattled as he yanked a gun from behind his back and aimed it at Beomgyu.

“Ooh, wrong move there, buddy.” Beomgyu didn’t even flinch. A second later, a sharp thwip echoed through the alley as his web shooter activated, yanking the gun from the man’s grip and sending it clattering to the ground. In a single, fluid motion, Beomgyu swung up and ensnared the guy in a sticky cocoon of webbing.

“C’mon,” he teased, landing lightly on the ground. “We could’ve gone to the party together. I’ve got a killer mask, and I hear ski masks are making a comeback.”

“He’s fucking with us,” the second guy growled, pulling his gun and advancing.

Beomgyu tilted his head. “I mean, yeah. What’s the point of doing this gig if I can’t have a little fun?”

The second guy lunged, but Beomgyu was faster. Another flick of his wrist sent a web shooting out, pinning the man’s arm to the nearest wall. He struggled, growling like a trapped animal, but it was no use.

“Pro tip,” Beomgyu said, perching casually on a nearby railing. “If you’re going to pull off some shady back-alley operation, maybe avoid the guy who just fell out of the sky. Statistically, probably not your night.”

Both men glared daggers at him, though their predicament made it more comical than intimidating.

“Anyway,” Beomgyu continued, hopping down and dusting himself off, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have homework to procrastinate on, so…” He shot another web, this time connecting the two robbers together like a makeshift package. “Consider this a group bonding exercise. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

As the distant sound of police sirens began to echo through the alley, Beomgyu gave them a mock salute before swinging away, muttering to himself.

“God, I need to start watching out for birds.”

—

Your head rested heavily on the table in your room, the soft glow of your desk lamp doing little to soothe the mounting frustration. The math homework in front of you blurred together into incomprehensible scribbles. You groaned aloud. Where was your genius boyfriend when you needed him? He’d promised to help with at least half of these impossible questions.

A sharp knock on your apartment window jolted you upright, a scream escaping your lips. It wasn’t a small sound either—it was the full-on, “I’m being murdered” kind of scream. To be fair, you lived on the 14th floor, and unexpected visitors weren’t exactly common.

When you turned, your heart still racing, there he was. Red and blue spandex clinging to him like a second skin, mask slightly crooked, and an unapologetic grin plastered beneath it. You sighed, pressing a hand to your chest.

“Geez, Gyu,” you said, walking over to unlock the window. “You need to start giving me some warning. I could’ve died from a heart attack.”

He slipped inside with practiced ease, his suit slightly scuffed but still intact. “Sorry,” he chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll work on my window etiquette.”

As he adjusted his gloves, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Y’know…” you began, leaning against your desk and giving him an exaggerated once-over, “I kinda get why girls like this whole superhero thing.”

“Oh?” he teased, pulling off one glove and flexing his fingers. “And why’s that?”

“Well, you can kinda see everything,” you said with a wicked grin, poking at the firm outline of his abs. “Like, literally everything.”

Beomgyu groaned, swatting your hand away. “Great. I gotta talk to Mr. Kang about some suit upgrades. Hopefully, that includes censorship.”

“Even from me?” you teased.

“Especially from you,” he quipped before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. His lips lingered for a moment longer than usual, his way of apologizing for being late.

“Sorry,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “I kinda swung into a bird, fell into a dumpster, and got two guys arrested. You know, just another Tuesday.”

“What?” you asked, wide-eyed and incredulous. “You swung into a bird?”

“It’s a long story,” he laughed, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Anyway, which page are you on?”

“Uh…” you trailed off, a bit sheepishly. “Still the second page.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “Second? You’ve been at this for hours.”

You shrugged, your cheeks warming. “Math isn’t exactly my strong suit. It’s yours.”

“Alright, alright.” He grinned, pulling out the chair beside you and plopping down with an exaggerated groan. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

As he adjusted himself to get comfortable, Beomgyu tugged at his mask, lifting it ever so slowly. Your eyes were glued to him, watching as the fabric revealed his face inch by inch. His messy, shaggy hair flopped into his eyes, the slight sheen of sweat only making him look more effortlessly perfect.

You hated to admit it, but every time Beomgyu pulled off that mask, something inside you… shifted. Maybe it was the way his sharp features softened when he smiled at you. Or the way his hair always seemed to look even better messy. Whatever it was, it made your heart do cartwheels.

He caught you staring, of course, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. “What?” he asked, leaning in closer.

“Nothing,” you lied, quickly turning back to your textbook. “Just… hurry up and help me before I fail this assignment.”

“Sure, sure.” Beomgyu chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you. “But you’re staring at me like I’m the homework you’re trying to solve.”

You flushed, shoving him lightly. “Shut up and teach me algebra, Spider-Boy.”

—

It had barely been ten minutes since school started, but the routine was already in full swing. You and Soobin had a well-rehearsed system for dealing with Beomgyu's inevitable late arrivals, thanks to his extracurricular Spider-Man responsibilities.

You called yourselves Team Spider-Man. It wasn’t a title you chose willingly, but you had to admit it had a nice ring to it. Unfortunately, being the newest member came with its fair share of grievances—like finding out Soobin had been in on the secret way before you.

“So, let me get this straight. This idiot knew before me?” you had demanded, months ago, glaring at both of them like they were the absolute bane of your existence.

“Well, I was at home waiting for him, and… my aunt let him in,” Beomgyu had explained with a wince. “I climbed on the ceiling, and he saw me. What was I supposed to do, pretend I wasn’t there?”

Needless to say, you weren’t over it.

Now, as you sat in class with Soobin, the two of you brainstorming yet another excuse for Beomgyu’s tardiness, the absurdity of the situation almost made you laugh. Almost.

“So,” Soobin began, tapping his pencil against his desk, “diarrhoea excuse? We haven’t used that one in a while.”

You shot him a look. “Seriously? He’s my boyfriend now, Soobin. My reputation is kind of on the line here too, you know.”

“Oh, please,” Soobin snorted. “As if anything could tarnish his already perfect reputation.”

You hated to admit it, but he had a point. Beomgyu wasn’t just well-liked—he was practically a school legend. Teachers adored him. Students gravitated toward him. Even the custodian always waved at him with a fond smile. It was infuriating. (You just didn’t want to admit that you had to share him with well, everyone else.)

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed movement outside the classroom window. There he was, crouched behind a tree in his unmistakable red and blue suit, though the white gym shirt thrown on top of it was… new.

Your phone buzzed.

Beomgyu: Friday, send message. You: What? Beomgyu: Don’t send message. Send message. Beomgyu: DAMN IT FRIDAY. Beomgyu: I mean send message—I forgot pants. I have no pants. Send message.

You stared at the screen, barely holding back a laugh.

You: You don’t have an extra pair of pants?

Soobin: Well, this does tie in nicely with the diarrhoea excuse.

You snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

Beomgyu: Wait, wait, wait! Are you saying the teachers think I’ve had diarrhoea this whole time? Is that why Mrs. Lee asked if I was okay two nights ago at the store?

Soobin: That’s why Mrs. Lee probably bought you a whole bottle of Pedialyte. You: Just stay put. I’ll grab you some pants. Beomgyu: You’re the best. Also, don’t let Soobin talk to the teachers anymore.

You sighed, glancing at Soobin, who was now snickering into his notebook. Sometimes, being part of Team Spider-Man felt more like babysitting a group of overgrown toddlers.

—

The three of you were crammed into the corner booth of the diner you occasionally visited, the one with sticky menus and the best milkshakes in town. The warm hum of conversation and clatter of dishes filled the air, but none of it distracted you from Soobin’s next words.

“Hey,” Soobin started, far too casually, as he leaned back in his seat. “Isn’t that the guy you said was cute?” He gestured—not subtly—toward the waiter, the one you had offhandedly mentioned finding attractive months ago, long before Beomgyu was even a consideration in your love life.

Your heart dropped. “What?” You shot Soobin a warning look, kicking him lightly under the table. “No. Absolutely not.”

“No, you definitely did!” Soobin grinned, ignoring the daggers you were shooting at him. “I remember it clearly because he was carrying that JJK keychain on his–”

“Choi Soobin.” Your voice was low, a deadly whisper, as you glared at him, teeth gritted.

Beomgyu, who had been happily sipping his milkshake until that very moment, set it down with deliberate slowness. His lips twitched, the kind of expression that meant trouble. He leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “So…” he drawled, voice teasing but edged with curiosity. “The waiter, huh?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This was before we started dating!” You said defensively, looking up at Beomgyu with wide eyes. “Way before. Ancient history. Irrelevant.”

Beomgyu tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “And where was I during all this?”

“How would I know?!” You threw your hands up.

Soobin, who was clearly having the time of his life, leaned in conspiratorially, voice just low enough to sound like he was helping. “It was the day you were over at Mr. Kang’s office.”

Beomgyu’s brows shot up in mock realization, and you immediately regretted ever confiding in Soobin about anything.

“Mr. Kang’s office, huh?” Beomgyu repeated, turning his gaze back to you. “So while I was working on tech to save the city, you were out here scouting waiters?”

“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands again, your cheeks burning. “It wasn’t like that!”

Beomgyu smirked, reaching over to flick a fry at Soobin, who was now laughing so hard he nearly fell out of the booth. “Remind me to block this guy’s number,” Beomgyu teased.

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled, hiding your face behind the menu.

“Hey, if it makes you feel better,” Beomgyu said, leaning closer, his voice dropping low just for you, “I’m cuter.”

You peeked out from behind the menu, your lips twitching despite your best efforts to stay annoyed. “Debatable.”

—

Beomgyu was excited. It had been days—no, weeks—since he’d had time alone with you. Between school and his Spider-Man duties, quality time with you had become rare. Especially since Soobin was usually a third wheel, even on your study dates.

He swung through the city, doing a final sweep before heading to your house. “Well, isn’t Seoul just so safe today, all thanks to me,” he muttered to himself, breaking into a little moonwalk mid-swing.

But he spoke too soon.

A chilling scream echoed in his ears.

A scream too close to home.

A scream from near your apartment.

“BEOM–GYUAAA!”

His blood ran cold.

Without wasting another second, he swung towards the sound, heart pounding in his chest. As he neared, the scene came into view—you, clutching your bag, screaming as you struggled against a thief.

His heart dropped.

He never expected to see you in harm’s way. A wave of guilt and terror swept over him, gnawing at his insides. He felt terrible.

Beomgyu's heart raced as he swung toward the sound of your voice. The scream—your scream—kept echoing in his head, shaking him to his core. He'd handled countless situations like this before, but this was different. This was you.

The thief yanked at your bag, his grip tightening as you refused to let go. Beomgyu could see the fear in your eyes, even from a distance, and his blood boiled. But fear wasn’t an option now. He had to act quickly—and smartly.

Clinging to the side of the building just above the alleyway, Beomgyu scanned the situation. The thief was armed, a glinting knife in his free hand. Too close for comfort. One wrong move and—no, don’t think about that, he told himself.

“Hey, buddy,” Beomgyu called out, voice steady but sharp, “how about you pick on someone your own size?”

The thief froze, glancing around wildly until he spotted Beomgyu perched above him. “What the–”

Before the thief could finish, Beomgyu leapt down, landing behind him. His sudden appearance startled the man enough to loosen his grip on your bag. You took the chance to stumble back, clutching it tightly to your chest.

“Stay back,” Beomgyu said, his voice low and commanding as he positioned himself between you and the thief. “Unless you wanna find out how this web feels up your ass.”

The thief lunged with the knife, but Beomgyu was faster. With a flick of his wrist, a web shot out, sticking the knife to the wall. The thief panicked, trying to run, but Beomgyu had already shot another web, trapping him against a lamppost.

“Okay, now you just hang tight, buddy” Beomgyu said, brushing his hands off dramatically. “Police will be here any minute. And by the way, knives? Seriously?”

With the danger neutralized, Beomgyu turned to you, his voice laced with worry, even through the mask. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, though your hands trembled, and tears pooled in your eyes as the adrenaline coursing through your body began to subside. “I-I’m fine,” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu hesitated for a moment, his shoulders visibly relaxing now that he knew you were unharmed. He stepped closer, his gloved hands coming to rest gently on your shoulders. “You’re safe now,” he said softly, his usual playful tone replaced by something tender. He leaned in slightly, his forehead almost brushing yours.

You sniffled, a faint smile breaking through the tears as you raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure…you’re gonna kiss me in public, Mr. Spider-Man?”

Beomgyu froze, his masked face tilting in realization. “Oh. Right.” He quickly straightened up, clearing his throat. “You’re safe, citizen! You may now go home!” he announced dramatically, his hands moving to his hips in mock superhero fashion.

“Thank you, Mr. Spider-Man,” you replied, unable to hold back your laughter, though your voice still wavered with lingering emotion.

Beomgyu winked—or at least you thought he did—before muttering under his breath as he turned to leave, “You're not gonna let this go, aren't you?

You shook your head.

-

part 1!

[heeology]

god, you're annoying | l.hs

synopsis → ever since you and heeseung have come into each others' lives, he has been asking you out and flirting with you nonstop. for years, the cycle of him confessing his feelings to you and you rejecting every single one of his advances seems as though it has gone on forever. being fed up, you develop a plan to pretend as though you already have a boyfriend (spoiler alert: it doesn’t end well). after years of continuously trying to get heeseung off of your radar, you just can’t seem to get rid of him and suddenly (to your surprise), you find yourself not being bothered as much by his presence.

feat. → yeonjun (txt), yunjin (le sserafim), beomgyu (txt), minjeong (aespa), jake (enhypen), sunghoon (enhypen), jay (enhypen)

genre → university AU, enemies to lovers, romance, smut

pairing → nonidol!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings → MDNI, kinda long but bear w me pls

w.c. → 9k

disclaimer!! → any other idols mentioned in this story (that I portray are dating) i do not ship irl; this story is a work of fiction a.k.a. something derived from my delusions and imagination, take this story lightly pls and thx.

!!DO NOT COPY OR REPOST!!

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Everyday you walk onto campus and make sure you avoid eye contact with a “certain someone” and even though the outcome always remains the same, you still hope that one day it will actually make a difference. Unfortunately for you, on your campus, there is only one way to get to your morning class which makes this “certain someone” rather happy to know that you practically have to see him everyday. Although you try your best, he never fails to call out your name, even if you try hiding behind other people; he can spot you from a mile away. This, you find to be annoying. He, however, looks forward to this moment every day because what other reason is there to get up early in the morning if it means he doesn’t get to see you?

You hear him call after you as you try to quickly make your way to your first class which, luckily for you, does not include him. You can hear his footsteps hurrying towards you making you break out into a light jog to your classroom door that is just ahead. You reach for the door handle and open it just enough to let yourself in and as you are about to close it behind you, a hand from the other side stops you, forcing it back open enough for you to be face-to-face with the one and only bane of your existence: Lee Heeseung.

He gives you a cocky smile receiving an eye roll from you as you can already hear his irritating voice begin to say a bunch of sentences and words that you couldn’t care any less about because you couldn’t care any less about him. Heeseung is fully aware about how you feel about him and although some most of his actions are–-yes, he’ll admit–-advertently creepy, he means no harm. You, of course, don’t see it that way, but that doesn’t stop him. 

“You didn’t hear me calling your name?” he asks, knowing that you did and also knowing that you ignored him, but he just wants to hear any snarky reply you have because that’s the only time when you actually acknowledge his presence. 

“Nope, must’ve missed it.” you say in a fake sympathetic tone. 

He lets out a “hmm” and you mock him. He smirks, leaning a little closer to you. You would move away, but then you figured he might take that as his chance to open the door more, so you decide to stay put. 

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me. There is this restaurant that my family and I only go to on special occasions and I think you’ll really like it.”

There it is, him asking you to the same stupid restaurant that you have said no to many (and you mean many) times before. You know what restaurant he is talking about, some way overpriced place that only really rich people go to. You clenched your jaw as your hand gripped the edge of the door a little tighter. He smiled at you, which you thought was him being smug, but rather it was him anticipating your answer. He meant what he said and he just wants to be given a chance to show you how much he likes you. 

Him asking you out to this restaurant, always offering to buy your lunch, pay for your snacks, or buy you some other object just felt as him rubbing his money in your face, making all of his attempts seem as though they are a joke; that you are a joke. Ever since middle school, when you and Heeseung had first met, he made his “crush” on you apparent, which all of the other kids found to be funny and ridiculous. You know he doesn’t actually like you and you hate him for still acting like this even though you both are now grown adults and not eleven year old children who still ride in the car with their parent on their way to school everyday. 

“Well, if you think I’ll like it, then I’ll surely hate it.” you reply.

“You’re only saying that be-”

“No, Heeseung, I will not go out with you and for the last time: stop bothering me.” you say sternly.

You scowl at him and he can’t help but find you to be adorable. He knows you’re annoyed by him, but there isn’t anyone else he would rather spend his time with other than you, even if his only way to spend time with you is by pestering you constantly. 

“I’m just going to ask you again tomorrow.” he says with a smile.

You knew he wasn’t joking about that and that made your blood begin to boil. You hated having to be bothered by him, you hated feeling like a joke, you hated seeing his stupid face everyday, and you hated how it seems like he doesn't even care. You have to put a stop to this, you simply can’t take it anymore. But how? You’ve tried everything, what other way could there possibly be? Then it clicked. You stood up straighter, looking him directly in his eyes. He found himself a little taken aback by your sudden eye contact, but didn’t want to show it; to show how you make him flustered and blush just by simply looking at him.

“Heeseung, I have a boyfriend.” you say, trying not to smile.

You don’t know how you didn’t think of this before, but you’re overjoyed that the idea finally came. His smile drops–for a split second–as he felt the wind practically get knocked out of him like someone had just suckerpunched him in the gut. You were bluffing, you had to be…right?

“Pfft, I don’t believe you.” he says, letting go of the door, only to cross his arms and lean against the doorframe.

You feel your face become hot as you stand your ground, “And what exactly makes you say that?”

“I’ve never seen you with your “boyfriend”.” he says, making air quotes.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

“Well it surely doesn’t mean that you do.”

“I know you stalk me because you have nothing better to do with your life, but that doesn’t mean you know what I do every second of the day.”

He shrugs his shoulders, not buying a word that you are saying. He keeps telling himself that you are lying, but what if that small percentage of possibility actually means you are telling the truth? He doesn’t want to think about that, he has to believe that you are lying.

“Okay, what’s his name, then?” he asks, confident that you won’t have an answer.

Shit. How do you answer that? You try not to show your worry in your expression and quickly try to come up with an answer. You open your mouth to speak, hoping the words that do end up coming out make sense.

“Yeonjun.” you reply.

Well, you said a name and that’s all that counts. Sure, it’s the name of your best friend’s boyfriend, but she won’t mind if you use him for a lie…right? Now it’s Heeseung’s turn for him to clench his jaw. He scoffs, rolling his eyes before looking back at you.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you with him on campus?”

“Because he goes to another school, idiot.”

“How did you two meet?”

“Through my best friend; they go to school together.”

You could see him become more annoyed with your answers as you tried to say them with as much confidence as possible. 

“I still don’t believe you.” he says, less certain of what he is saying than before.

You’re so close and you know it, you just need to say something that will make him back-off once and for all.

“I’ll have him bring me to school tomorrow.” you said, now being the one to cross your arms as you smiled smugly.

Heeseung felt his blood run cold, terror now coursing through his veins. Were you actually telling the truth? He didn’t want to see you with some other guy, most definitely not someone who you are claiming to be your boyfriend. The thought made him both upset and annoyed. What do they have that he doesn’t? He’s the one who has been trying to show how much he likes you for years now and some rando comes in and sweeps you off of your feet? Over his dead body.

“Okay,” he says while standing up from leaning on the door, “I can’t wait to see you and a bunch of air walk into school tomorrow.”

“You still think I’m lying?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looking away before looking back at you.

“I just find it hard to believe.”

“That I have a boyfriend?”

“You could say that.”

Man, you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong (even though he is technically right). You fake laugh at his reply and stop as you grab his hand. He feels butterflies erupt in his stomach from your sudden contact and is so distracted that he isn’t even paying attention to what you are doing, which is putting his hand on the door frame. You plaster on a fake smile before quickly swinging the door shut. He snaps out of his daze and moves his hand out of the way just in time before it could have been smashed by the door. 

-

Beomgyu didn’t think to even hold back his laughter once the words left your mouth and although the music in the club was blaring through the speakers, you could still hear his piercing voice. The others, however, were a little more surprised to hear what you had said, especially Yunjin and Yeonjun. You had a guilty smile on your face as you exchanged glances between the two and then Yeonjun scoffed. He raised his glass in a ‘cheers’ manner and Yunjin slapped his shoulder.

“It’s honestly not that bad of a plan,” Minjeong says, trying to defuse the tension, “Yunjin, you know better than any of us here how badly this guy bothers her.”

Yunjin sighs before she chugs the rest of her drink from her cup. “You can borrow my boyfriend on one condition: it doesn’t go too far.” She says, pointing between you and Yeonjun. 

You both look at each other and cringe. Yeonjun puts his arm around Yunjin and she smiles. He kisses her temple, “As if that would ever happen.”

“So how exactly are you going to convince him?” Yunjin asks.

You chug the rest of your drink, wincing as the alcohol burns your throat. “Is it cool if Yeonjun takes me to school tomorrow? I was thinking all he has to do is walk me to my class and just essentially tell Heeseung to back off.”

“He’s not going to do it unless he believes it.” Beomgyu points out as he leans back into the booth.

“He’s right, him walking you into school isn’t going to be enough to convince him; he sounds persistent.” Minjeong agrees.

“The most he is allowed to do is kiss you on the cheek to make it believable, but that’s it.” Yunjin says looking at Yeonjun to make sure he understands.

“I don’t get a say in whether or not I agree to this?” Yeonjun asks, looking at everyone, but landing on you.

“No.” the rest of you say in unison.

He laughs before finishing his drink. “Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”

-

Even as Yeonjun pulls his motorcycle to a stop in front of your campus, he can still feel your fingernails practically digging into his stomach. 

He lifts up the visor on his helmet, “Can you please stop trying to claw your way into my intestines?”

You let go of him all together and he lets out the breath that he has been holding in. 

“Sorry.” you say, it sounding muffled under the helmet. He smiles, taking off his helmet after getting off the bike. He sets his helmet down and holds out his hand for you to take. You take it, him helping you off, before he helps you take off the helmet. “Thanks.” you say and he shrugs his shoulders as a reply. 

He glances over his shoulder, noticing people looking at him and you, whispering. “So, which one is the stalker?” he asks, trying to be discreet.

You turn your head to look, not seeing Heeseung anywhere, oddly enough. You scoff, “The one day he isn’t here is the day that you bring me.” you roll your eyes and Yeonjun shrugs.

“Well, see you later.”

“Woah-wait. I still need you to walk me.” you say, grabbing one of his shoulders to stop him from leaving.

“What? Why? You just said he isn’t here.”

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t need reinforcements.”

Yeonjun groans, but turns back around to face your campus. You clear your throat before reaching to hold his hand. You intertwine your fingers, looking at each other through the corners of your eyes, confirming that you’re ready to go. You walk hesitantly at first, but the further you get, Yeonjun releases his hand from yours to put his arm around you. Low and behold, once you made your way to the front of your class, Heeseung was there waiting right beside the door.

He, of course, hadn’t been there the whole time. He was pacing back and forth in the bathroom before working up the courage to actually make his way to your class, a part of him hoping he had just missed you so he wouldn’t actually have to see you with someone else. Yet there you are, walking up to him (well, your class), with some dude who looked like he was trying too hard to be cool with his arm around you. He felt sick and the closer you came, the more he felt like vomiting. 

You smiled, stopping in front of your class door with Yeonjun. 

“Oh Heeseung, you’re actually here, I thought you chickened out.”

He smiles, annoyed. His gaze shifts over to Yeonjun and Yeonjun smirks.

“So this is Heeseung?” He asks, eyeing him up and down.

Heeseung pokes his tongue in the side of his cheek. He looks back at Yeonjun and eyes him up and down before crossing his arms. Although he currently feels sick to his stomach, he’s still a little suspicious. 

“Am I supposed to believe you’re her boyfriend?”

Yeonjun scoffs, crossing his arms, “You can believe what you want,” he steps closer to Heeseung, leaning close to his ear making Heeseung tense up, “but you better stop messing with her regardless.”

He pulls back, smiling at Heeseung and patting one of his shoulders. Heeseung scowls, wiping off his shoulder as Yeonjun turns to you. You smile at him, ignoring Heeseungs glares.

“Have a good day, babe.” he says before kissing you on your cheek. He glances back over his shoulder before snickering at Heeseung and walking away.

You smile proudly at Heeseung while he looks at you in complete and utter shock. Did he just see what he think he just saw? He couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it. 

“Well,” you say, making him snap out of his thoughts, “you heard him: stop bothering me.” you say before going into your class.

-

“I heard from some people that he has a motorcycle and he brought her on it today.” Jake says while taking some food off of Sunghoon’s tray, earning a glare from him.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, clenching his fork harder in his hand. “I don’t get it, he’s not even her type.”

Sunghoon laughs and Heeseung scowls at him. “How would you know? You’re not exactly close with her.”

“I think it’s time for you to just leave her alone, you’ve been bugging her since we were kids.” Jay comments.

Heeseung goes quiet. Should he give up? He reminisces about the time he first saw you, laughing with your friend, and the only thing he could think about was how pretty you look when you smile. He isn’t the type to hide how he feels and he thought you would be pleasantly surprised by how open he is about how he feels about you, but when you rejected him after he bought you your favorite drink, he was confused. He didn’t want to give up, though, because all he wanted was to be able to make you laugh just like when he first saw you.

“Jay’s right, the joke has gone on for long enough.” Jake adds.

Heeseung looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Joke? What are you talking about?”

Before Jake can answer, a girl walks up and takes a seat in one of the open chairs at the table. Everyone’s eyes go to her as she smiles.

“Hi,” she says shyly, “Heeseung, can I speak with you privately?”

“No, thanks.” he replies, continuing to eat his food.

Jake tries to suppress his laugh and Jay kicks him from under the table. Jake’s smile falls as he kicks Jay back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jay warns.

“You started it.” Jake mumbles.

“Well, I was just wondering,” everyone looks back at the girl, momentarily forgetting she was even there, “if you would like to get coffee with me after school.” she says, moving some of her hair behind her ear.

“No, thanks.” Heeseung says in the same uninterested tone as before, not bothering to spare her another glance as he continues eating.

She sits there, a little taken aback as an awkward silence settles. Sunghoon clears his throat before taking another bite of his food. The girl stands up and walks away, not bothering to push back in the chair; Jay and Jake watch her as she leaves.

“She was cute, why did you say no?” Jake asks.

“We know why.” Jay says, drinking some of his water.

“You’ve been turning down every girl that asks you out for years, don’t you want to at least try and date someone?” Jake asks.

Heeseung groans and sets down his fork. “What’s the point? No one else is worth the time.”

-

“You all should have seen his face.” Yeonjun beams as you and your friend group continue roaming throughout the mall.

“So, it worked?” Minjeong questioned and you nodded your head happily.

“I didn’t see him for the rest of the day and he didn’t say anything else once Yeonjun left.” you replied happily.

“And there was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek?” Yunjin questioned.

“Of course.” Yeonjun says, kissing her quickly.

You and the others groan as they both just smile at each other. 

“Oh!” Minjeong says, grabbing your hand. You look at her and then the store she was looking at, “They finally restocked the perfume I was telling you about.”

“I can’t afford that.”

She rolls her eyes, “You can’t, but I can, now come on.” she says, pulling you with her.

“I’d rather not be stuck with you two sickos, so I’m going to go with them.” Beomgyu states to Yunjin and Yeonjun before heading off to follow you and Minjeong. 

Yeonjun grimaces and mocks Beomgyu as he walks off and Yunjin laughs.

As much as Heeseung would rather have gone home straight after classes than come to the mall to help Jake pick out a new keyboard, he came anyway due to his friend’s consistent pestering. 

“You’re paying me back for gas money, I hope you know that.” Heeseung mumbles.

Jake scoffs, “You’re richer than I am, besides, friends carpool other friends.” Heeseung rolls his eyes as he and Jake make their way to the store. Heeseung opens his mouth to say something, but is caught off guard by loud giggling coming across from where he and Jake are. Both of them look in the direction of where the noise is coming from to see Yeonjun and Yunjin laughing, her hitting his shoulder playfully and him scattering kisses on her face. Heeseung stops dead in his tracks. Jake stops walking and looks between Heeseung and the couple. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

Heeseung could feel anger surging through his body. Isn’t that guy your boyfriend? Why was he so publicly flirting with this other girl? Is he cheating on you? Unknown to him, Heeseung was walking towards the two, blinded by rage. Jake tries to call after him, but it just sounded like static to Heeseung. Jake rushes to catch up to him, trying to figure out what he was going to do and why he was even doing something in the first place. Heeseung stands in front of Yeonjun, making both Yeonjun and Yunjin turn their attention towards him.

“Shit.” Yeonjun mumbles.

Heeseung didn’t have the patience to ask any questions, he knew he was right in the first place. This guy had some nerve to hurt you like this, so before anyone had another chance to say a word, Heeseung clenched his hand into a fist and punched Yeonjun in the face.

“What the hell!?” Yunjin exclaims, grabbing onto Yeonjun’s arm as he falls to the ground.

Heeseung didn’t pay any attention to the throbbing pain from his hand and raises his fist to punch him again, but Jake stops him. Yeonjun touches his face, blood dripping from his nose as he looks up at Heeseung, clenching his jaw in anger.

“You son of a b-”

“Don’t start with that, you’re the one cheating.”

Yunjin scoffs and stands up to slap Heeseung. “You have some nerve to punch my boyfriend, asshole.”

“What the hell is going on?” Beomgyu questions as you, him, and Minjeong come out from the store.

You look around to see the chaos that has ensued as well as people starting to crowd around all of you.

“This idiot punched my boyfriend because he thinks he’s cheating on you.” Yunjin says shooting you a glare as she helps Yeonjun off of the floor.

“You did what?” you turn to Heeseung.

“Isn’t he your boyfriend? Why aren’t you upset that he’s cheating on you?” Heeseung asks, confused and starting to feel the pain from his hand as the adrenaline and anger start to subside.

You open your mouth to say something, but Yunjin interrupts you. “Maybe because he isn’t actually her boyfriend.”

Heeseung looks between you and her, confused.

“Bu-”

“They only pretended to be dating because she wanted you to back off.” Yunjin seethed.

Heeseung wasn’t sure how to process all of this information, let alone, he wasn’t even sure if he was.

“Yunjin-” you try to apologize, but she pushes past you with Yeonjun. You try to grab her hand, but she pulls away and turns to you.

“It went too far.” she says, trying to control her temper before turning around to walk away with Yeonjun.

You turn to look at Minjeong and Beomgyu, but they both just look at each other awkwardly. 

“We should probably go with them.” Beomgyu says.

Minjeong nods her head, agreeing, but before they both walk past you, she stops, “I’m sure if you try talking to her tomorrow, she’ll forgive you.”

You bite the inner part of your cheek as they walk away. The crowd starts to disperse, still earning a few questioning glances from those passing by. You glare at Heeseung and begin to walk away.

“Look, I didn’t-” he tries to explain, but you cut him off by turning around, now face-to-face with him.

Tears sting as they begin to brim your eyes. There are so many things you could say to him right now, so many things to yell, but for once you find yourself to be at a loss. He too, is also at a loss for words. Seeing you look at him this way, tears in your eyes, he feels so ashamed and embarrassed. 

“Just leave me alone.” you say through shallow breaths, trying your hardest not to cry in front of him.

You knew to him this was all some sick joke, so you doubt he would actually listen to you, but you hoped there was some small part of him that would finally see you never found any of this to be funny and that he has finally taken it too far.

-

You have never dreaded walking to your class this morning more than you do at this very moment; you just don’t have the energy to put up with Heeseung now or even ever again. You tried texting Yunjin, but she never replied let alone even opened the messages. You were so wrapped up in your emotions you didn’t even realize you made it to your class in peace. Relieved was an understatement about how you were currently feeling, but you also felt oddly sick. 

Although you didn’t want him bothering you, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the fact that he didn’t even try to apologize once while you were on your way to class. It was the least he could do, afterall. He pretty much destroyed your friendships with your closest friends and now that he’s had his fun, he no longer felt the need to keep up the act? The more you thought about it, the more angry you became. You knew you hated him before, but you’ve never been this furious with him, not even at his attempts to rub his wealth in your face by buying you things. No, this was a new low, even for him, but you keep trying to tell yourself you should’ve seen it coming.

-

“Oh hell no.” Yunjin mumbles before standing up from the steps she and the others were sitting on. Heeseung approaches cautiously as he feels their eyes burning into him with their intensive stares. “You really are a stalker, how did you even know what university I go to?” she asks, crossing her arms defensively. 

“It’s in our high school yearbooks, everyone put where they were going.” he replied. Yunjin scowls, hoping he would get the idea and leave once and for all. “I came to apologize. I just-” he pauses, looking away while clenching his jaw before looking back at them. “I’m sorry I punched you.” he says to Yeonjun. 

Yeonjun looks at him, unimpressed. 

“You suck at apologizing.” Yunjin states.

“I thought he was cheating! I didn’t know-” he groans, becoming frustrated. He tries to calm down, running his hand through his hair before speaking again. “All I want to say is that I really am sorry, I was just trying to look out for your friend, okay? She deserves better and when I saw who I thought was her boyfriend kissing someone else, I just…handled things poorly.”

Yeonjun gets up to stand next to Yunjin, draping his arm around her shoulders. “I get it, you didn’t know.”

Yunjin scoffs, “You’ve officially taken this joke of yours too far, so stop acting like you care about her and just admit it already.”

“Why does everyone think I’m joking?” he asks, both frustrated and genuinely.

“Everyone in school knew you were joking. I thought you took it too far back when you bought her a pair of some new, expensive shoes.”

Is that really how everyone saw it? Is that really how you see it?

“I bought her the shoes because she had her old ones for years and had bandaids for the blisters she was clearly getting. I also bought her extra bandages, did you forget about that?”

Yunjin stops scowling, “So you aren’t just messing with her because she rejected you?”

“Of course not, I really care about her. I know I annoy her, but I never thought she would think I was doing all of this just to hurt her feelings.”

Yunjin stands there for a second, questioning whether or not she believes him. 

“You’re right,” she starts, making eye contact with Heeseung, “she deserves the best.” It falls quiet again for a moment, mainly because Yunjin is wondering whether or not she wants to give him a chance to prove himself to you. “We’re going to meet at the club downtown around ten, if you really mean what you say, you should come.”

Heeseung stands there, stunned. Does this mean she believes him? Does this mean they all believe him? Does this mean you’ll believe him? As they walk away from the steps, they all look at him, but not the same way they did when he first came over; skeptical. They all looked at him like they wanted what he said to be true and tonight is the night he is going to prove it.

-

You walked into the club, anxious, yet grateful that Yunjin finally responded to one of your messages. You wanted tonight to be like any other night that you all hang out here, like everything was back to normal; like it was before the whole debacle with Heeseung at the mall. You made your way past the crowds of people through the darkly lit club, over to the booth you all usually sit at. 

“Hey.” you say, trying not to sound awkward.

Yunjin sheepishly smiles, “Hey.” she says.

“Are you guys going to kiss and make up now?” Beomgyu asks, honestly over all of the drama.

Everyone laughs and Minjeong hands you your usual drink as you all make your way to the dance floor. From there, you move your body to the music, just wanting to let go of all the stress you’ve been under lately. Dancing along with your friends, having a good time, is all you care about at this very moment. You were enjoying yourself, feeling confident in the outfit you chose to wear paired along with the light buzz from the alcohol you were drinking. You closed your eyes as you soaked it all in; it felt like nothing could disrupt this feeling.

“Wow…” you hear someone say before they trail off.

You open your eyes and freeze. You know this voice a little all-too-well. Your grip on the glass you are holding in your hand becomes tighter as you slowly turn towards the person who was speaking. Your eyes lock with Heeseungs as he looks at you in awe. You look stunning and he felt like all of the air from his lungs had escaped the second he saw you; breathless. You walk closer to him, so he wouldn’t get any crazy ideas and try to do something else to your friends, but as you got closer to him you couldn’t help but think about how nice he smells. You shake the thought from your head as you look up at him, your eyes meeting once again. 

All thoughts you previously had were now gone; he made your mind go blank. Have his eyes always been this pretty? No…what the hell are you thinking? Pull yourself together.

“Do you take nothing I say seriously?” you manage to blurt out.

He smiles, happy that you’re talking to him (and just because he’s happy to see you in general).

“For all the years you’ve known me, you should know better than anyone else that I can’t stay away from you.” he replies before smirking.

That smug attitude thankfully snapped you out of whatever weird thoughts you were having earlier and brought you back to reality: he’s a prick. You roll your eyes and push yourself past him as you head to the bar to return your glass. You set the glass down a little harsher than you anticipated and Heeseung follows you as you make your way out of the club. He calls after you, but you ignore him. Nothing is going to change, apparently. But as you’ve said to yourself before: you really shouldn’t be surprised.

Heeseung stops calling after you and instead catches up to you, grabbing your hand gently so you would stop walking away from him. You turn to face him, looking down at your hands for a split second, feeling a different kind of buzz result from it. You try to shake his hand away, but he doesn’t budge. You meet his eyes, feeling your heart begin to race. As much as you tried to stop, something was happening, and you were certainly not a huge fan. 

“I spoke with your friends earlier and apologized.”

He did what? Wait…have you been hallucinating this whole time? That would explain why you suddenly feel this way because you know, not in any lifetime, would you possibly have feelings for Lee Heeseung. 

“How?” is all you could manage to say. 

Your mind was running a thousand miles a minute, not really in any shape to hold any kind of conversation, but especially not one with Heeseung.

“I made a mistake. I have a lot of things I want to apologize to you for.”

He spoke so gently and sweetly; it was like he was hypnotizing you. The streets were oddly quiet, not too many people, but you could still hear the music from the club. You found yourself staring at him in amazement. The fluorescent lights from the signs of stores nearby and the streetlights felt as though they were shining on the both of you, like you two were the only people who matter.

“What?” is all you can think to say.

“I’m sorry I’ve been bothering you to the point where you felt like you had no other choice but to lie.” he says, taking a step closer to you. “I’m sorry I made you and your friend fight.” he takes another step closer to you. You felt your breath hitch as your eyes traveled along his figure. Has he always looked this good in a black button up and black pants? It doesn’t help that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and you find yourself staring at his arms.

He waits for you. He waits for you while he clearly sees you checking him out and it’s turning him on. God, you look so beautiful and the way you are looking at him, slowly taking in everything about him as if you are seeing him for the first time makes him want to kiss you; it makes him want to do a lot more. When your eyes meet his again, he takes this as an opportunity to step closer to you, placing his other hand on your cheek, gently cupping your face. He wants to be gentle because you are one of the most precious things to him. He leans close to your face, each others’ breath scattering lightly along one anothers face. 

“And I’m sorry,” he whispers as he rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek, still looking into your eyes, “for making you feel like a joke.”

You feel yourself tense up. “Was it? All a joke…” you trail off, not necessarily sure what you want to happen next.

He continues looking into your eyes, never looking away because he wants you to know that he is being serious; that he means every word he says.

“Not for a second.” he replies.

You think back to everything he has done for you in a new perspective. How he would leave your favorite snack on your desk on test days, notes telling you how well you did after a presentation, volunteering to be your partner because he didn’t want you to feel alone or left out, buying you your favorite drink if you forgot to bring money for it, and asking you out to a restaurant that holds a special meaning to him and he only wants to share it with you. 

You want to kiss him, but you find yourself pulling away instead. He looks at you, confused, as you separate yourself from him, letting go of his hand. 

“I should get home. You know how early my morning class is.” you say while looking at the ground.

“Are you walking home? This late?”

You step back a little bit, finally looking back at him and you smile nervously. “I usually take the bus, but I think I missed the last one, so yeah, I guess I am.” you say kind of bunched together. Are you nervous?

“I can just drive you home.” he says, not really offering, more like telling.

You shake your head as your eyes shift to one of the cars in front of the club. You recognized it as his since he drives it to school everyday. A small, small part of you would love to ride in it, but you can walk home yourself (even if you also know it’s a bad idea).

“Yeah, I’m not letting you walk home alone this late.” he says, no longer wondering why you pulled away from him, but more concerned for your safety. He reaches for your hand and you let him take it, even if you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. You both walk over to his car and he opens the door for you to get in. You look at him and he looks back at you, not intending on budging from his offer. You roll your eyes playfully as you get into the car. He closes the door and walks over to get into the driver's seat. He gets in and closes the door before starting his engine. You sit there, a little surprised you were even in his car in the first place. “You kind of need to put on your seatbelt.” he says, nodding his head towards the seatbelt that you left untouched. 

You laugh nervously, but for some reason, you still don’t think to move to put it on. He sighs, smiling to himself at your cuteness, before leaning over to grab the seatbelt, slowly extending it over your body before clicking it into place. He looks at you, your faces inches apart, and you feel your breathing quicken once again. His heart begins to beat faster, but he can’t stop looking at you; you’re stunning. He manages to pull himself away, worried he might make you feel uncomfortable, before putting on his own seatbelt and putting the car in drive. 

“Do you want to tell me how to get to your house?” he asks as he pulls out of the parking spot.

Your eyes widen. Right, your house. A house that--you assume--is nowhere near as nice as his house. What if once he sees just how different you two are he will stop liking you? What if he was lying before and this was his final cruel attempt to make fun of you? You shake your head.

“I would rather not tell you.”

He steps on the brake, turning his head to look at you.

“You…don’t want to tell me?”

You shake your head, hoping he’ll give up and let you out of the car. You hear him let out a tut, making you turn your head to look at him.

“Would you rather I take you to my place?” he asks, trying not to sound nervous.

Not particularly, you kind of already planned on going to bed once you got back home, but you stayed quiet, leaving him to answer his own question. He sighs, releasing his foot off the brake.

-

Heeseung pulls up to a gate that guards a huge house behind it. Your mouth falls a little agape as you look at it, thinking about how the driveway is the size of your own home. He puts in the code, opening the gate, and driving up the huge driveway. He parks the car and turns off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt before looking at you. 

“Do you need me to unbuckle it for you?” he asks while smirking.

You kind of want him to, but you opt for doing it yourself. You both get out of the car and he waits for you before he begins to lead the way. You can’t stop looking around as you two walk up the stairs leading to the (in your opinion) oversized doors, to which he opens and lets you walk in first. The house is even more luxurious on the inside than it is on the outside, which you honestly didn’t think could be possible. He shuts the door behind him and you both take off your shoes. You feel out of place, starting to feel insecure. The guy with all of this money to have this grand living room with a huge television, windows covering the walls and expensive furniture littered everywhere claims to like you? And has for years? You were starting to find it hard to believe again. 

“I hope this is okay.” he says, breaking the silence. 

You weren’t sure what he meant, but you assume he’s hoping it’s okay that he brought you here. He starts heading for the staircase and you follow behind, still taking in your surroundings. He leads you to his room, and you decide to stand by the doorframe. To you, it doesn’t seem like the downstairs even needs a living room since he already has a couch and t.v. in his room along with a big bed laying on a platform and more windows for walls. A beep is heard and the curtains for his windows start automatically covering them and the two lamps on his bedside tables turn on. He looks back at you, smiling at your expression that he finds to be adorable. 

“You can come in, you know.” he says as he rummages through some drawers.

You hesitantly walk into his room, somehow just noticing how nice it smells, and find the confidence to walk up the few steps to his bed to take a seat. You turn your head to look around some more and Heeseung looks up, stopping what he is doing upon seeing you on his bed. You are on his bed. Is he dreaming? He honestly never thought this day would come and he clears his throat to try and calm his nerves, making you look at him.

“What are you doing?” you finally ask.

He grabs what he came in for and walks over to you holding out the clothes he picked himself.

“The guest rooms don’t have any clothes in them, so you can borrow mine.”

Did he just say “rooms” as in plural, like multiple? 

“Right, naturally.” you tease.

He smiles and you stand to grab the clothes from him. You hold them as you look up at him, once again meeting his eyes. That feeling starts to form again, the one where you don’t want to stop looking at him and certainly don’t want him to stop looking at you.

“I forgive you.” you whisper.

He looks confused for a second before he understands what you mean. He smiles.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” 

You aren’t sure if it’s the atmosphere, the way he smells, the way he’s looking at you, or all three combined, but before you can even process what you are doing, you are tossing the clothes he handed you onto the floor and pulling him by the collar to kiss you.

Holy. Shit. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him. One of your hands moves to hold the side of his neck while the other moves to the back of his hair as you start running your fingers through it, gripping it here and there. He moves his hands to hold your waist, squeezing them lightly from anticipation, as he kisses you back. He gains more confidence, pulling you as closely as possible to him, as he deepens the kiss. He is desperate for you, he is desperate to show you how he feels. He lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist, him carefully carrying you and placing you onto his bed. He lays you down as you two continue to kiss, him pulling away from your lips and beginning to leave a trail of light, breathy, kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your chest raises from the deep breath you take and he swears he is going to lose his mind from looking at you in your current state. The state he is currently leaving you in. 

His hands roam your body, wanting to feel every inch of you.

“Heeseung…” you say breathlessly, practically sending him over the edge.

He can feel his erection growing and you saying his name like that makes his cock ache harder. He pulls away from leaving hickeys along your chest, pulling you up by the waist so he can lift your dress off of you. He pulls it over your head and you help him, throwing the dress off to the side. He rests his forehead on yours, trying to calm his breathing and you begin to palm his erection. He whines, moving your hand away before laying you back down. His eyes scan your body, now realizing you were never wearing a bra. There you are, laying on his bed in nothing other than your underwear and he has to try and collect himself before he cums in his pants at just the mere sight of you. His right hand begins to travel up your leg, his fingers lightly running along your skin as he continues to look at you, look at every inch of you. His fingers travel past your hip up to your breasts where he cups one of them, earning a small gasp from you.

He bites the inner part of his cheek, trying to contain himself as he fondles your breast, playing with your nipple, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. He leans down to leave light kisses on your shoulder, looking at your face between each one, going down and stopping at your other breast before latching his mouth around your nipple. You bite your lip, one of your hands comes to grip his hair. He moans as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, occasionally flicking it. He felt drunk and so incredibly turned on. He stops fondling your other breast with his hand and lightly trails his fingers down to your underwear, sticking his hand inside. You gasp again, his fingers feeling a little cold as he runs them along your wet folds. 

Fuck he was making you feel good and you let out a moan, making him smirk. He sticks a finger in, making you grip his hair a little harder, and so he sticks in two. You moan again and he pulls away from your breast to kiss you as his fingers pump in and out of you. You’ve become so wet that you start to cover his hand in your wetness, the sound of his hand coming in constant contact with your pussy starting to fill the room. You feel yourself become close and your mouth falls agape. He stops kissing you and pulls back as well as pulling his fingers out of you. You open your eyes, the dim lights suddenly being so bright as you try to process what is happening.

He brings his fingers to his lips, licking off your arousal from them. His eyes close as he inhales deeply, consumed by the taste of you.

“Please, Heeseung…” you start to plead.

He opens his eyes and figures he can’t leave you without what you want. So, in honor of a fair trade since he feels intoxicated by your taste, he takes off your underwear and throws your legs over his shoulders as he positions his face in front of your pussy. You swallow harshly as you feel his breath on you before he licks a stripe along your core, causing your eyes to roll back a little bit and your back arch at the sudden contact. His hands grip the sides of your thighs as he indulges in you, licking up every last drop of you before making his way to your clit and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Heeseung…” you moan out breathlessly.

He’s too consumed by your taste to notice and he pulls you more into his face. He moans into you, one of his hands leaving your thigh as he starts to finger you again. He hears you moaning and gasping, prompting him to open his eyes and look at you. Just the sight of you causes him to pick up his pace, his fingers rapidly going in and out of you and the more you moan, the more turned on he gets. You feel yourself become closer, gripping the sheets as you call out his name. That mixed with the taste of you on his tongue makes him moan. You taste so good, you look so beautiful, he feels like the luckiest man alive to have you call out his name. He sucks harder and pumps faster as he moans into you, cumming in his pants. 

Your head falls deeper into the pillow you were laying on as you release yourself all over his fingers, mouth, and face. His movements begin to slow down as he calms down from his high and he pulls away, seeing your legs shaking a bit. He sits back, taking your legs off of his shoulders and you look at him. His face is flushed and shiny because of your cum, which he didn’t mind. He licked his fingers again, trying to catch his breath afterwards and you find the energy to sit up. 

You pull him in for a kiss and his hands land on your ass, squeezing it. You moan and reach your slightly shaky hands up to the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them. You pull away as you take the shirt off of him, throwing it to the side. This time, you leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck, his mouth falling agape from pleasure. He was becoming hard again and so you started to undo his belt as well as the button and zipper on his pants. You can hear him let out shallow breaths, and he pulls you back to kiss him on the lips. You kiss each other with so much need, and as you start taking off his pants, he pulls away to take them off himself. 

You watch as he does, seeing his bulge through his underwear along with the cum stain from earlier. You smirk, which makes him feel a little shy.

“Come here.” you say, your eyes flicking back to meet his.

He listens, and you move each other so he is now the one laying back as you sit between his legs. He swallows harshly, completely turned on by the sight of your bare self looking at him in such a sinful way. Fuck, he wants you to ruin him. You keep eye contact with him as you lightly grab the edge of his boxers. His breath hitches as he becomes increasingly more nervous and he bites his lip as you run your pointer finger over his v-line. You smirk, slowly pulling his boxers off of him and finally letting his aching cock free. You cast aside his boxers, lightly running your fingers along his length, making him let out little moans, trying to decide what you want to do next. Seeing him like this, you decide you can’t wait any longer, so you position yourself over his cock, one hand holding onto his shoulder as the other guides it into your cunt. 

You both throw your heads back as you let out a moan in unison. You slowly sank onto his length and he watched in awe. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening and when you finally settled fully onto his cock, his mind felt fuzzy. You felt so fucking good and here you were, riding his dick with hickies all over your chest and neck made by him. Consumed by his thoughts, he gripped your hips a little bit harsher as he let out a stifled breath. You look at him, wondering what was happening, but feeling his cock twitch inside of you and him letting out a string of moans and apologies answered your question quickly as he came inside of you. 

His breathing settled after his release and he looks at you, eyes a little hazy, but full of pleasure; he looked so fucked out. 

“I’m so sorry.” he half whispers and half exclaims. 

He really meant it and to be honest, he was kind of embarrassed. You shake your head.

“Don’t be,” you say, starting to rock your hips, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure, “it was hot.” You pick up your speed and call out his name from how good he is making you feel. “Shit…” you whine as you start to lose momentum from the pleasure. He notices and adjusts himself so he is laying a little bit lower to which he slings his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a small yelp as he hoists his hips up, thrusting into you, fast and deep. “Fuck…” you call out into his ear, making him pick up his pace. 

Moans mixed with the sound of his cock rutting into you fills the room and you grip the sheets as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Fuck-” Heeseung starts, but is cut off by his own moans from being close to his climax.

He thrusts into you faster and you clench around him harsher, your legs shaking as you cum all over his dick. He grips your waist harsher and clenches his jaw, breathy moans still escaping through his teeth as he cums–once again–inside of you. He does a few more thrusts to ride out his high before pulling out of your throbbing cunt. You both lay there for a moment, you still on top of him, trying to catch your breath.

“So…” Heeseung starts. You lift your head slightly to look him in the eyes and he smiles sheepishly, “does this mean you’ll go on that date with me?” he asks, hopeful.

You roll your eyes, “God, you’re annoying.” you say before smiling.

[beomcharms]

moths to a flame ✧.*

pairings : beomgyu x reader

genre : childhood friends to lovers (idiots to lovers mostly)

warnings: a little bit of kissing but mostly just fluff, suggestive

wc : 1.6k

a/n : this is just a short and sweet fic for beomgyu because i miss talk x today :)

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“And you thought this would be a good idea ?!” you huff out pulling on one end of the tent.

“Shut up” Beomgyu mutters from somewhere on the other side. “Tiktok made me believe it was a good idea to go camping with your friends”

The sun sat on top of your heads and the heat was unbearable. Beomgyu had picked you up today morning for a surprise hangout. Little did you know, he was trying to grill you alive.

“Gyu are you really pitching it back there ?” You shout at him.

“Yes you- ahhh” you hear him shout and you rush out to the other side, letting the tent collapse.

“What- what is it?” You ask frantically while Beomgyu jumps about.

“A big fucking giant ass bug just flew in- THERE IT IS” he screams hiding behind you. You look carefully and you notice a beetle making its way towards your boot. You give it a stomp and kick it away. Now, you were not one to kill insects but you knew Beomgyu wouldn’t calm down unless he was sure it was gone.

“There, it’s gone” you sigh while he continues to hover behind your shoulder.

“My saviour” he says and looks at you with such admiration that you feel less annoyed with him.

“Let’s watch that YouTube video again” you tell him and huddle over his phone together.

Somehow it’s always been like this. Beomgyu and you had been best friends since, god knows how long. You knew his fears and likes like the back of your hand. He was loud and obnoxious and annoyed you to no end, but Beomgyu had a sensitive side to him, which was why you stuck with him. Once Beomgyu liked you, he stuck to you like gum.

-.-

It’s almost evening by the time you set up the tent and you both sit outside completely exhausted.

“I can’t believe we will have to take it all down in a couple of hours” you mutter.

“Shh… let’s not talk about that and honestly I think it might actually collapse before we have to dismantle it” Beomgyu tells you placing a finger on your lips and you look at him.

Sometimes it hurts to see how beautiful he is, inside out. But Beomgyu always looked like he had no clue about it which irritated you. He could have girls and guys swooning over him and yet be completely oblivious to it.

College began in a week and the summer break was almost coming to its end.

Your friends would often joke about how Beomgyu and you would ‘breakup’ once college starts and sometimes it would get to you, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Beomgyu had surprised you with his college application though. He didn’t tell you but he had applied to your same college and had got in, for which you felt extremely grateful for. College in itself would be a scary experience, and you thank god you’d have Beomgyu by your side.

-.-

“What would you do without me ?” Beomgyu laughs as he grills the meat. You patiently wait for it beside him, your only job being cooking the ramen. You were a terrible chef and ramen was your only saving grace.

“Hey! I have all the other talents just not cooking” you huff out. “Besides I have you to grill my meat Chef Choi”

“Hmm” he murmurs “I’m going to ignore the inuendos there” and you slap his shoulder.

“Think about it, you can do the cooking and I’ll keep the bugs away” you tell him and Beomgyu smiles.

The sun was setting and despite your complaints you had a great view of the sunset. It was pretty and healing and you felt drunk in coziness.

“Have you talked to your roommate yet ?” Beomgyu asks you. You had gotten separate dorms and Beomgyu had already taken a liking to his roommate. You on the other hand was terrified of reaching out.

“I’ll figure it out” you mutter at him. You had seen her photo and she looked pretty intimidating.

“I’ll text her for you, hand me your phone” he tells you holding out his gloved hand.

“Fuck no” you say. You were a coward, not a loser. “Gyu don’t worry about it, I do much better in real life, than online” you tell him.

“Alright” he tells you going back to the grilling, “I don’t get it” he says.

“What ?” You ask him, opening the ramen pot. It was close to being done.

“You are shy around everyone else but me” he huffs out.

“That’s because I’ve known you since I was three” you remind him. It was true. Beomgyu was the only person around whom you could breathe easy and let yourself be. You had terrible social anxiety and if it weren’t for him you are pretty sure you wouldn’t have any friends.

Beomgyu cuts up the pieces of meat while you turn off the stove and pour the ramen into the bowls. You hand Beomgyu the chopsticks before sitting down beside him.

There is a few moments of comfortable silence as you slurp down your noodles. Beomgyu seems lost in thought and you let him be.

-.-

It’s almost 7 by the time you wrap up the dishes. You wait outside your tent, which had collapsed only once before you managed to put it up again, with your coffee.

“This was fun” you tell Beomgyu softly.

“Yeah” he says. He’s been awfully quiet since dinner and you wondered what happened.

“What’s wrong ?” you finally ask him nudging his shoulder so that he’d look at you.

“Nothings wrong” he tells you but you continue looking at him and he rolls his eyes. “Well, don’t I ever make you nervous?” he huffs out.

You blink back in surprise. He was still thinking about that ? Beomgyu didn’t make you nervous… he made you flustered.

“Uh… not really” you tell him, trying to diffuse the growing tension.

Beomgyu leans in closer and you look away, “Not even a little ?” he whispers and you shiver a bit.

“No” you tell him pushing him away but he doesn’t budge. Beomgyu leans closer still and you have no option but to look at him.

“Not even when I do this ?” He asks you cupping your cheeks and squishing them, making your lips pout while you shake your head in disagreement. You can feel the heat on your face.

“You can’t lie to save your own life” Beomgyu grins and you hide your face in embarrassment. Beomgyu pulls your hands away from your face, holding it in his own and you look down.

Beomgyu tips up your chin to make you look at him and he has the widest grin. “You are cute” he tells you before leaning away and you try to steady your rising heart rate.

“And I like you” he adds. “Maybe even disgustingly L word you”

“What?” You ask in surprise.

“I thought it was pretty obvious” he tells you in his own casual way, while you try to figure out what just happened.

“Wait” you tell him, turning his face so he’d look at you. “You like me?”

“Duh” he replies, trying to look calm and collected but you can tell he is nervous taking note of his pink ears. You smile at him and then nod your head.

“Aren’t you going to say it back ?” Beomgyu whines and you shrug your shoulder.

“Well if it’s so obvious, why should I ?” You tease and Beomgyu pouts at you, “Come on, just say it” Beomgyu huffs and you almost laugh.

Beomgyu turns away in annoyance and the sight is so familiar to you, that it fills you with warmth. Even when you were kids, Beomgyu would pout and turn away to not look at you when you fought. Sulky boy.

“Hey” you call him tapping his shoulder, but he refuses to look at you.

“Beomgyuu” you whine pulling on his jacket, “Ofcourse I like you too” you tell him shaking his shoulder.

“You are just saying that” he mutters looking at the trees.

“Come on look at me” you tell him pulling on his arm and he finally turns to you.

“I like you too you dork” you tell him, holding his face and the tiniest of smiles play on his lips.

“And do I make you nervous ?” Beomgyu asks you.

“You make me wild” you tell him, leaning in giving him a soft kiss on his cheeks.

Beomgyu turns your head to capture your lips. The kiss is so soft and gentle and Beomgyu cradles your head and holds you like you are the most precious thing ever.

You lean away and look at Beomgyu again. He is full on smiling and his whisker dimples are so cute that you can’t help but kiss his cheeks again.

There is a sound of a crash and you both turn around. The tent had managed to collapse again.

So much for a romantic ending to your day.

-.-

EPILOGUE-

A day ago,

Beomgyu sits in his room, scrolling through TikTok’s. College started in a week and he thinks this would be the perfect time to confess to you. He just doesn’t know how.

Beomgyu knew you would hate it if he did something big. And he doesn’t want to do something clichè. He had asked his friends and all of them gave ideas which got progressively more worse.

Beomgyu sighs and continues scrolling. He passes a few when he comes across a TikTok of a couple on their camping trip and a bulb turns on in his head.

Camping. Sounds perfect. Except he didn’t have any equipment. Maybe Kai would have something.

And maybe, just maybe things would work out.

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🎧 i really hope you enjoyed reading this fic, if you did please leave a like/reblog or leave a comment it helps me out a lot, xoxo 🎧

[anyamaris]

Acquiescent

Pairing: Yeonjun x F!Reader

genre(s)/au(s): Non-idol au/Smut

word count: 2879

Trigger/Smut (if applicable) warnings: 

Rating: R

Synopsis/Summary: A night out with friends peaks your younger friend's interest in what it might be like to be a with an older woman.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, vulgar language, sexual language, reader is older than Yeonjun, mentions of drinking, mature 18+ minors DNI. Reader calls Jun baby boy, good boy, use of pet names.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Kinktober for @whatudowhennooneseesyou but I failed her completely and I'm so sorry. It's unedited and I am le struggle lately for writing but I wanted to get it out!

It would be nothing without @sanjoongie though and I want to say Happy Birthday again, even though you knew I was already writing this. You truly made me actually finish this. This fic was always with you in mind 🤍💜🤍

@frenchkisstheabyss and @yoonguurt thank you both so very much for beta reading this, I appreciate you both so very much!!

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The sounds of laughter and glasses clinking fill the small restaurant as the drinks are refilled around your small gathering.

You hold your glass steady as your friend pours for you, tittering in delight at the topic being discussed.  

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious.” Ty says as she sets down the bottle of soju, returning to her mimosa.  

“He probably is. Some men don’t even know about that kind of thing.” Nari adds wryly, sipping her gin and tonic as she leans back to study the man in question.

You can’t help but grin as she glances at Hyunjin, shaking your head at the knowing look they share.

“With all the women flocking to you, I can’t imagine you’ve never-” you start, raising an eyebrow as you speak.

“Look-just because I’ve been approached alot doesn’t mean…” he interrupts, a red starting to stain his cheeks.  

“Why are we even talking about this?” Changbin chimes in, his signature pout making an appearance as his own cheeks darken.

Suppressing a giggle, you can only shake your head at them.  

“Honestly, always being in control is tiring.” Seungmin finally pipes up, shrugging as he sips his beer.  

Nodding at him as you raise your glass, he clinks his against yours without a hint of shame.  

Ty bumps your shoulder as she raises her chin to Yeonjun, eyeing him with amusement.  

“It’s all those younger girls, Jun.  You need an older woman to show you what you’re missing. ” She states, leaning back and smirking, kicking you under the table.

Nari just snickers along with everyone else as half of the table just erupts into loud noises as everyone tries to change the topic even as Wooyoung and Beomgyu come close to shattering a nearby window with their laughter.

Sighing at her blatant comment, you just decide to join the fun as the conversation continues around you.

Leaning over almost conspiratorially, you give Yeonjun a once over as you whisper-

“Noone’s ever had you beneath them as they stroked your pretty hair and called you their good little boy? Shame.” 

You can’t help the rush of pleasure at his reaction: those big brown eyes widening, the parted lips, the flush of heat to his cheeks, those adorable front teeth sinking into the plump flesh of his lower lip as he tries to adjust himself across from you.  

Ty and Nari knew all too well your little attraction to Yeonjun.

Shit, all the men surrounding you both were attractive, but there was something about the man currently avoiding eye contact across from you right now that had you smacking yourself out of your delusions more often than not.

He was younger than you, and he was always surrounded by beautiful women.  

Why not?

Between him and Wooyoung, there was a certain amount of charisma that just made people want to be around them.

But they were your friends, fantasies be damned.

Still, getting that adorable reaction to your words…you couldn’t help but feel a slight giddiness from it.

Or maybe it was just the drink.

It takes two sets of knocks to draw your attention from the draft you’re editing on your computer, the second set louder and more demanding.

“Mmm-yeah yeah, coming!”  you say aloud, taking a moment to change a sentence before you finally disengage from your work.  

Checking the time on your phone as you approach the door, you’re momentarily stunned to see it’s past 11pm.

Without a second thought, you yank open the door to a sight that is entirely unexpected.

It takes your brain a moment to process the tall man standing in your hallway, his eyes wide as he freezes at the sight of you.

“Yeonjun?” you say, glancing at your phone once more as if it has all the answers.

Yep, 11:32pm.  

“Hi.” He says simply, looking suddenly nervous and lost.

“Hi…? Is something wrong? It’s late…and I don’t think you’ve ever come over alone?” You inquire, tilting your head at the seemingly anxious man fidgeting before you.

“No! …yes? Maybe-I….I have to know-” he stutters out, and you can’t help but giggle at his sudden agitation and his inability to look at you.

“Well come inside, jeez. I don’t mean to laugh but-” you shrug, grasping his hand and tugging him inside.

“Can I get you a drink?” You ask him as his gaze darts around your place.

He merely shakes his head, his eyes finally resting on you as you look at him curiously.

He suddenly smiles, shaking his head as he runs his hand over his face.  

“I must be insane…” He murmurs, confusing you even more.

“Junnie?” you ask, taking a step towards him in concern.  

Maybe something really was wrong, and he’d come to you for advice about something.  

You likely shouldn’t laugh at him, so you find yourself reaching out to brush back the little strands of hair falling over his forehead as you test his temperature.

Unexpectedly, his entire body jerks at this gesture.

“Fuck-I just-” he catches your wrist, backing you into the nearest wall, his throat working as his eyes drift down your body.

Realization kicks in all at once, making you dizzy.

Here you were at 11pm, wearing only a tshirt and panties, with a sexy man all but pinning you to your wall.

Not a baggy t-shirt either, heat creeping up your neck as he studies you.  

Normally you could care less what others think of your curves, how your comfy clothes hug your contours, the way your nipples poke through the filmy material of the top with nothing between to shield them from sight.

Curves weren’t friends to gravity and the only thing keeping you from spilling out was the flimsy fabric holding your tits up.

Shaking off the mild self consciousness, you patiently let him take the sight of you in as you study him in return.

The tiny little noise leaving his throat as he rakes his gaze over you has your lips curling, a warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you finally come to terms with his reaction.

“Do you normally show up to women’s apartments and ogle them this late at night?” you chastise him, clucking your tongue and raising your eyebrow at the hand holding your wrist.

His eyes snap to yours, his cheeks flushing in shame as he drops your wrist like he’s been burned.  

“No-I just...I’m sorry, my head is a mess after-” he halts, turning his gaze from you as he attempts to take a step back.

Amusement swirls with desire as you watch him fumble with his words, embarrassment clearly washing over him.  

Before he can put any more distance between you, you step forward, reaching out to slip your palm against his cheek to turn his face back to yours.  

Wide, dark eyes meet yours as your thumb caresses his cheekbone, not wanting to give him the chance to back down now.

“After what, Yeonjun?” You all but purr at him, drawing out his name purposefully.  

Your nipples brush his chest as you close the remaining distance between you both, reveling in how his lashes flutter at your simple touch.  

A strangled noise escapes his throat as you press more firmly against him, his obvious arousal telling you everything you need to know.

Yet…you want to hear him say it.

“Use your words, Junnie…be a good boy.” You hum at him as his trembling hands hesitantly come up to rest on your hips. 

His hooded eyes seem to darken as the soft breath leaving him tickles your lips, your proximity allowing you the chance to study his handsome face up close.

You can’t stop from tracing a finger over the sweet little freckle below his eye as the younger man struggles with his words.  

“I…want to know…” he rasps out, voice heavy as his fingers tease over your hips.

You nod as he formulates his words, tracing his cheek until you can brush the pad of your thumb over his lush lower lip.  

“I understand.” You hum, deciding to stop torturing him as his dark eyes all but plead with you to put him out of his misery.

Before another word is uttered, you are backing him up into your room, to the edge of your bed where the back of his knees hit the mattress.  

“You’re not drunk are you, Jun?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him as he sits down heavily onto your bed.  

Shaking his head emphatically, he only lets out a small noise of denial as his hooded gaze rakes over your body.  

“Good…we can’t have that.” Your words are soft, gentle, as you run your fingers into his dark hair, allowing him a moment to take you in.

“You’re incredible…” he hums, his hands reaching out to seek the plushness of your hips again.  

“Mmm…why thank you, Jun…but why don’t you lie back and let me appreciate how delicious you are tonight, hm?”  

His pleading eyes meet yours as your lips twitch up into a smile, running your fingers along his wide shoulders before you gently press him back down onto the bed.

“That’s why you’re here, to be my good boy and obey, right?” You murmur, admiring the long, lean man as he falls back onto your pile of pillows.  

Gods, the way you’ve always imagined him this way, high cheekbones flushed with arousal, pouty lips pink, that tongue darting out to wet them as a small whine of need thrums from his throat.  

The dark tendrils of his silky hair contrast the white fluffy pillows as he sinks into them, adjusting himself so he’s spread out before you like the most enticing buffet.

Words aren’t spoken as you climb onto the bed with him, parting his knees so you can position yourself between his legs, the soft give of the mattress making way for you to settle in nicely.  

Every hitch of his breath only spurs you on, taking your time as you place your hands on his chest, running them down to the waistband of his jeans only to tease at the button.

“Please-” He whimpers, a single lift of his hips punctuating the request. 

“You’ve never had anyone take their time with you, have you?” You ask him, toying with the pull of his zipper as you release the small metal button.  

He shakes his head, the irresistible pout almost sending you spiraling as his front teeth sink into the plump flesh.  

Tearing your gaze from his handsome face, you trail your eyes down his long body, finally taking in how much the poor man is straining against the material of his jeans.  

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” You ask softly as you slowly tug down his zipper, flicking your eyes up to see his reaction to everything.

His eyes are glazed and shining brightly, throat working as little gasps and moans escape from him.  

“Yes…fuck …. Yes I can’t stop…” He groans, anticipation parting his lips as you tug down his jeans from his lean hips.  

“What did you think about, Jun?” you ask as you lean back and tug them off completely, tossing them to the side.  

It’s your turn to bite your lip now, admiring how his erection fills his boxer briefs, twitching seemingly with every little touch and word you speak.

“So many things-” He swallows, words cutting off as you press your palm gently to the throbbing bulge, running your hand up gently as his back arches from the friction.

“You look so sexy like this, Junnie…like you’re going to come undone just from a simple touch from me.”

His lashes flutter as you bring your fingertips to the waist of his underwear, teasing along the line of skin there.  

“Please…please-” he mewls, his begging turning to tiny moans as you finally give in and tug down the fabric keeping him from you.

Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers around his thick length and stroke gently from the base to tip.  

A strangled moan leaves your lovers’ lips as you twist your wrist, collecting the warm precum leaking from him to coat your palm.  

“You’re so pretty, Yeonjun.  Do you like it when I touch you like this?” You ask him softly.

His head jerks as he nods frantically, his hips lifting gently from the bed as your hand runs back down his length.  

“Fuck-yes-feels so good.” He whimpers, practically thrusting into your hand.

You just smile at his urgency, biting your lip at the sight of him writhing for you like this.

Dropping your free hand, you cup his tightening balls in your hand, kneading them gently as you watch his throbbing cock leak even more for you.

“Oh FUCK!” He moans loudly, eyes flashing open to look at you, then down to what you’re doing to him.  

Waves of pleasure wash over your body as you scan down his body, biting your lip as you work your magic with your fingers.

“Remove your shirt.” You all but demand, and he does so without a second thought, tossing it aside before falling back against your pillow.

At this point, you’ve soaked your panties through and your inner thighs are starting to get tacky, all because of the sexy man spread naked before you.

His cheeks are completely flushed now, hair fanned out across the pillow, arms beside him as he grasps at the sheets.  

“Good boy…” You coo at him, breath catching as his hips jerk, his stomach muscles clenching deliciously.  

“So close-” He whines, as his cock throbs in your grip.  

“Not yet, baby boy.  You can hold on for me, right?” You ask him gently, slowing down then removing your hands from him completely.

The loss of contact has his eyes pleading with you, little noises mixed with his panting as he reaches for you.  

“I need you-” He begs, and you can only give him a soft smile as you climb up him, positioning your knees on either side of his hips.  

Your stomach flips, internally tense and as needy as he is but you want to make sure this is all for him tonight.  

As soon as you straddle him, his hands are roaming up your sides to the sides of your tits, using his thumbs to skim your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.  

“You’re so fucking sexy…” He breathes out, his teeth biting his lower lip as you rock your hips along his cock.  

“So wet for you, Junnie…” You hum, reaching between you to push your panties to the side for him.  

His lips part in anticipation as you guide him to your cunt, lifting slightly to rub the head against your folds before slowly sinking down his length.  

Your cries mix with his as he enters you, his hands immediately leaving your tits to grasp your ass as he sits up and his mouth meets yours.  

Before you can even recover from the stretch of his cock, he’s crying out your name as he buries his face in your tits, his fingers digging into your asscheeks.

You allow him to guide your movements as you rock your hips, your fingers entwining in his silky hair.  

“God you’re so fucking hot, baby boy-” You cry out, already feeling the coiled tension building in your lower stomach, “Doing so good for me, that’s it-”

His words are unintelligible as his moans and cries build, his mouth occupied by wetting your clothed nipples, nipping his way up to your neck to bury his face as you begin to clench around him.

“Oh god, oh fuck, fuck -please-” he whimpers as you finally feel the cord within you snap, clamping tightly around him as your climax causes you to go tense in his arms.  

Wordless cries echo off the walls as his breath starts hitching, pulling back to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“I’m gonna-gonna cum, fuck!” He cries out.

Grasping a handful of his hair, you immediately lift off him, reaching down quickly to jerk him to completion as his eyes roll back in his head.

Hot, thick spurts coat your hand as he whimpers and whines, choked gasps finally devolving into panting as your movements slow, little shivers shaking his body with every stroke.

“Good boy, Junnie.  Shhh,” you coo at him, loosening your grip in his hair to smooth it and pet him, placing small kisses to his temples, then his cheeks, finally brushing your mouth over his plush lips.  

“Mmmmmmpphhmmm…” is the only noise he can manage as you both collapse onto the pillows, your fingers still teasing along his length.

Each little quake and gasp from the overstimulation just has you smiling as you admire the spent man beside you.

“Say it again, please…” he whispers, opening those dark eyes to gaze at you in awe.

“Ask nicely.” You hum, bringing your messy fingers up to taste his mess.

His eyes roll and it takes him a moment to recover from the sight, but then he finally responds.

“Please say it again….mistress.” 

“Good boy.” You croon at him, a sly smile creeping across your lips.

“Let’s see how good you can be….it’s going to be a long night.” 

[notyourjaem]

— pov: yeonjun is your boyfriend 𖤐

pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x you!

genre: all fluff

warnings: none (except maybe delusion)

authors note: I had a bad case of yeonjun delusion/brain rot this morning so I sped wrote these thoughts and tried my best not to ramble :) enjoy babes.

see beomgyu’s version here!

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boyfriend!yeonjun who always brings a spare pair of headphones whenever you both go on a trip, just in case you forget yours.

boyfriend!yeonjun who knows what kind of ramen is your most favorite and knows exactly how to make it the way you like it. with all the toppings. <3

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to take pictures of you. he’s the definition of “instagram boyfriend” the way he captures all of your angles and takes multiple shots so that you can choose what one to post. you always return the favor.

boyfriend!yeonjun loves when you borrow his clothes without him knowing about it, then sees you post on Instagram with it on. might ask for outfit credits though.

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to watch you paint your nails and will sometimes ask to pick the color out. sometimes will even ask for you to paint his as well to match.

boyfriend!yeonjun always makes sure you’ve eaten, and had something to drink. if you say no, he’s buying you something right away.

boyfriend!yeonjun who finds the comfiest place to lay his head to be your lap. whether you’re hanging out with his members as a group, or the both of you are watching a movie or something; his head is in your lap. He also loves when you play with his hair and comb your fingers through it; he’ll even sometimes fall asleep like this.

boyfriend!yeonjun loves to help you cook. even when you tell him you don’t need or want any help, he finds it funny when you eventually cave In and ask for his help when you can’t do too many things at once.

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to go makeup shopping with you. he lets you swatch things on him and sometimes wants you to test longevity of products by kissing him. but how can you say no?

boyfriend!yeonjun who kisses you all over your face and squeezes you so so tight when he is proud of your accomplishments. I can imagine him being like this when you graduate from college and everyone’s trying to take pics and he’s just all over you in the most loving way <3

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[tiramisuucakeee]

14. SUPER SHY

written

hanni was late again, and she couldn’t figure out why her brain was messing with her schedule. art class was already in session, and she could only imagine how annoyed mr. park would be. but honestly, the scolding she would get wasn’t on her mind. it was y/n. she had been meaning to talk to her, soon, but the thought of texting made her stomach twist.

not wanting to interrupt the class, hanni waited on the patio for break to start, trying to convince herself that maybe fate just wasn’t ready for her to speak with y/n yet. but deep down, she knew her friends were waiting for her to make a move, even if it was friendly and not romantic.

“you’re so hopeless, hanni” danielle groaned, leaning against the lockers as they waited for haerin, who was still on the hunt for her phone charger.

“i’m not! it’s just… not the right time yet” hanni protested, though even she could hear how weak that sounded. maybe she was just overthinking everything.

“y/n probably thinks you hate her,” minji chimed in, raising an eyebrow. “all she wanted was help, and you’re leaving her hanging”

“i really wanted to hang out with her” hyein agreed. “but we can’t because you won’t even send her a message. even haerin wanted to meet her!”

haerin, still rummaging through her bag, shot hyein a confused look. “see? she didn’t say no!” hyein exclaimed. “think about y/n. doesn’t it make you sad she might think you’re being mean?”

“i don’t want to talk about her right now” hanni snapped, frustrated with herself. just then, a loud scream cut through the air, drawing their attention to the patio.

a crowd had formed, and hanni’s heart sank as she recognized y/n, who had tripped over a backpack and landed awkwardly on the ground. niki stood nearby, looking guilty, he’d been chasing her for his unlocked phone when things got chaotic. students rushed to y/n’s side, asking if she was okay and trying to help her.

before anyone could react further, the nurse arrived with a wheelchair, helping y/n into it, wincing with pain. hanni watched, her stomach twisting with guilt.

“you’re passing your bad luck to me” y/n managed to smile at niki, despite the pain etched on her face. “stop talking” niki shot back, but he was clearly distracted, texting wonhee to meet them at the nurse’s office urgently. “don’t order me around” y/n retorted, being wheeled away as niki followed closely behind, leaving a crowd of concerned classmates in their wake.

hanni stood there, guilt washing over her. “okay, i feel kind of bad now” she admitted, her friends exchanging knowing glances.

“finally!” haerin exclaimed, pulling her charger out and glancing at the serious expressions around them. “what’s happening?”

“we’re visiting y/n at the nurse’s office later” minji stated firmly. when hanni opened her mouth to protest, minji shook her head. “this isn’t a question, hanni. you’re going to talk to her.” hanni sighed, knowing she couldn’t escape it now. maybe this was the push she needed to finally reach out to y/n.

!

“niki, stop eating the candy” wonhee scolded, glaring at him as he reached for yet another piece from the small jar in the nurse's office waiting room. they sat in silence, the sounds of y/n being treated faintly echoing from the other side of the door. the infirmary was well-equipped, so many students didn’t need to go to the hospital for injuries.

wonhee kept an eye on niki as he reached for the jar again, determined to grab the last piece of candy from the twenty-three that had been there.

“niki….”

“what do you want now?” he shot back, but softened when he saw her expression. “fine, you can have it” he said, holding it out to her. wonhee rolled her eyes and turned away. “i can’t believe y/n got hurt because you chased her through the whole school”

“i didn’t think it would end like this!” niki replied, fiddling with the candy wrappers.

“the same thing happened with beomgyu last year when you chased him for the exact same reason,” she reminded him, shaking her head. niki fell silent, trying not to laugh. wonhee was spot on.

just then, the door swung open, revealing a group of girls who looked confused until they spotted niki and wonhee. they were all strangers to the nurse's office, except maybe haerin, who occasionally had minor injuries from basketball.

“hey, wonhee and niki, right?” danielle asked, closing the door behind her.

“yeah. if you’re here for something, the nurse is with our friend, but they should be done soon” wonhee replied as the girls stepped closer.

“oh, actually” danielle shook her head. “we’re here to see how y/n is doing”

wonhee nodded, understanding. y/n was well-liked and had a wide circle of friends. the girls were probably from her classes. they settled on the couches to wait together. after a moment, the nurse returned, surprised at the crowd. she told them they could see y/n, who was in bed 06, and shot niki a pointed look as she passed.

y/n examined the orthopedic boot on her leg, feeling strange. she’d never been seriously injured before; the worst she’d had was a tiny cut while cooking.

“oh my god, you’re okay!” wonhee exclaimed, almost jumping to hug her. several girls followed suit. y/n smiled into the embrace, tapping wonhee lightly to let go for a moment. then she noticed niki, who was shoving his hands deep into his pockets, looking away. “i’m sorry for… you know,” he mumbled.

“you better be, or jungwon will never let you live it down” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“hey girl!” danielle waved, stepping forward. y/n hadn’t expected hanni’s friends to come visit, but she appreciated the gesture.

“i suppose you know what happened by now?” y/n said, forcing a tight smile. the girls nodded, and hyein stood beside danielle, her gaze fixed on the boot. “are you okay now, y/nnie?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice. the girls could sense that hyein wanted to connect with y/n more than hanni did.

“y/nnie” niki snorted under his breath, earning a light slap on the arm from wonhee to keep him in check.

“i am” y/n replied, her smile warm. “thank you for coming to see me. you guys are too nice”

“oh also, we- hanni brought something for you too. she wanted to talk to you about the thing you asked her about, we totally don’t know of” danielle interrupted, and suddenly all eyes were on hanni. she felt heat rush to her cheeks, wishing she could disappear.

“uh, yeah, we brought you this” hanni said, her voice wavering slightly as she placed the drink and pastry on the bedside table. she quickly retreated back to her friends, wishing she could melt into the floor. y/n blinked at her, then at the food, picking up the drink and reading the label. “no way, i love this!” she exclaimed, cracking it open and taking a sip. “thank you, hanni”

“it’s nothing” hanni muttered, her heart racing. haerin nudged her again, urging her to say more.

“also” hanni started, her palms sweaty as the room went silent again. “my phone was acting weird, that’s why i didn’t text you about the art thing all this time” she swallowed hard, lying, feeling everyone's eyes on her.

“yeah, don’t worry” y/n said, taking another sip. “so when can we, you know, do the art thing?”

“wait, what art thing?” niki interjected, confused “did mr. park assign something?”

wonhee burst out laughing because she knew what the ‘art thing’ meant, while y/n explained that hanni was going to help her improve her art skills. niki nodded, finally understanding, he knew hanni was talented.

“uh, we can do it tomorrow at lunchtime?” hanni suggested, trying to keep it casual, not wanting it to sound like a non-casual hangout.

“yeah, sure!” y/n replied, excitement lighting up her face. “whatever the artist says” the anticipation made hanni’s stomach flutter, and she couldn’t help but glance at y/n. y/n’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and hanni felt a rush of warmth. maybe this was the moment she’d been waiting for.

as the groups chatted, y/n leaned closer to hanni, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper “i really can’t wait to hang out with you” she said, which could have meant nothing to y/n, but made hanni freeze.

hanni felt her cheeks heat up. “really?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but her heart raced.

“definitely! hanni, you’re amazing, even mr. park missed you on today’s class” y/n said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. hanni’s breath caught in her throat, her embarrassment showing.

“i mean, it’s just… a little something i do, right?” hanni stammered, struggling to keep her cool. “it’s not like i’m a pro, if anything, i’m better at many other things”

“i think you’re way too humble” y/n replied, her eyes sparkling. “maybe we should hang out, both of us, and i can actually show you what i am good at too, art is just not my field, you know? but i am pretty sure i can beat all of these people at any trivia”

as they talked, hanni found herself relaxing, the initial nerves fading. y/n was easy to be around, and the way she smiled made hanni’s heart skip a beat. this art thing wasn’t just about improving y/n’s skills, it felt like the start of something deeper. and in that moment, y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, she was ready to open up to someone else.

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( 📍 ) UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS — BEOMGYU

[ DAY SIX ] of the advent calendar !

( 📍 ) SYNOPSIS . convincing your boyfriend to wear ugly christmas sweaters with you might not be that hard after all..

( ᥫ᭡ ) PAIRING . bf!beomgyu x gn!reader

( 📍 ) GENRE . fluff ~~ WORD COUNT 0.5K+ ( 545 )

( ᥫ᭡ ) WARNINGS . gyu got a little attitude (sassy men) BUT its tolerable .. imo .. other than that, nothing else ?

( 📍 ) NOTE . i heart beomgyu 😊🤍

“You’re telling me that we—no, I’m gonna be wearing that?” Beomgyu gingerly lifts one of the sweaters, holding it as if it were a bag of 2 weeks old garbage. “For our friend’s Christmas party?” The clash of colors and patterns really confused him; it seems like the designer operated on a whim.

"Come on, it’s not even bad! The theme was ugly Christmas sweaters, and I picked out the best onesI think they're cute," you retorted, defending the sweaters you'd ordered weeks ago.

"This is far from cute! Your taste in fashion must be questionable," he scoffs, nonchalantly returning the sweaters to their initial resting place on the chair.

"I've practically styled your entire wardrobe, and you've received so many compliments because of me!" you argue.

"Alright, but your sweater choices are still terrible!" Beomgyu counters.

Ignoring his protests, you insistently hold the sweater in front of him, trying to picture the look despite his puzzled expression.

“Not in a million years will you catch me wearing that,” Beomgyu declares, hands up in protest.

But, you didn’t care whatsoever as your determination knows no bounds. “Stop moving, you're making this harder.”

“What—” he starts, but you're already on a mission, determined to make him at least consider the sweater.

“It does suit you.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but you can't just say that by imagining how I'd look in it!”

“Why don't you try it on?” You extended your hand, catching him off guard. His reaction was too slow, and you ended up tossing it at him. “I'll wait.”

Beomgyu sighed, unfolding the sweater and eyeing it with skepticism. “Fine, but don't get your hopes up.”

As he struggled to put it on, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight. The vibrant colors clashed with his usual style, making it even more amusing.

“Ta-da! Happy now?” Beomgyu struck a pose, a mockingly exaggerated smile on his face.

You chuckled, "Look! It doesn't even look that bad! You can totally pull it off."

Rolling his eyes, Beomgyu played along, "Sure, sure. It looks fantastic on me. Just a bunch of silly trees and tiny elves on this sweater with squiggly lines—seriously, what were you thinking when you added this to the cart?"

You shrugged, unfazed by his words. Beomgyu often exaggerated things, and you were accustomed to it. “I expect you to stick with this—we've got just an hour until the party.”

“But can’t we switch—” His complaining tone faded as you rushed down the stairs with the matching sweater in your hand. Quickly draping it over your white shirt, you settled on the couch in the living room. As you scrolled on your phone to pass the time, you later heard shuffling in the background.

“Ready to go?” you looked up, seeing your boyfriend in the sweater you bought—he hadn’t changed it. You gave him a big smile, rising from your seat.

“Looking good there, Choi.”

“Keep it up and I’ll run up the stairs to change,” he teased, soon linking arms with you as you headed towards the door.

“Honestly, though, I don’t think I look too shabby in this,” he asserted, eliciting a giggle from you.

“What can I say? I have an eye for what works.”

“Maybe you're onto something.”

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[kaicheri]

home alone.

sub!beomgyu

warnings: anxious sulky gyu has a mini tantrum, mommy kink (reader is addressed as mommy), choking kink, fleshlight toy [masturbation (m. solo)], begging, gyu imagines reader riding him

wc: 1.4k

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“I‘ll be good, mommy, I promise!” Beomgyu said as he waved bye, and a promise he even pinkie-sweared on. “Please be safe!”

He didn’t expect you to be out for this long. There wasn’t even much on your grocery list, and it’s almost 9. You’ve never been out this late, especially so close to his bedtime—why, just, why would you leave him all alone in the cold living room? He’d been resting his head on the couch cushion and drawing shapes into the window for a while now, waiting for you so obediently.

The curly haired boy didn’t know when he became so moody, so insecure, so…scared. Maybe you’d abandoned him. You’ve probably grown tired of his antics and ran away. He knew it was bound to happen at some point. Maybe you escaped to be with someone better, someone capable of taking care of you, instead of lounging around in the living room all day. Every bad thought he’s ever feared was trying to claw its way out.

So he retreated back to his room like a lost puppy, pout and all, flinging himself onto the bed and cursing. He wasn’t allowed to curse though, but you weren’t around, so whatever, right? Fuck this, fuck everything, and fuck—he might just curse you too, but maybe…maybe that’s too much. Ugh, Beomgyu just wants to throw a fit, but who would be there to see it? There’d be no point.

Still, he was angry. He needed to rebel—disobey somehow—break his good boy streak so that you could come home and take care of him, make you realize what a bad mommy you’ve been for leaving him all alone like this.

By now, you would’ve been wrapping up dinner, watching a movie, maybe, but most importantly, helping him out with his evening neediness (touching him and making him feel all special.)

Then you’d bathe together, pick out matching sleepwear, and cuddle to sleep. But everything’s way off schedule, and Beomgyu finds himself kicking his feet into the mattress like a sensitive school girl and whining against the sheets.

Until he spots a naughty little box, poking out from just under his bed, tempting him.

“No, c-can’t,” Beomgyu shakes his head, “Mommy says I…can’t…”

You surprised him with it at a recent birthday, strictly telling him it’s off-limits, and can only be opened if mommy says so.

He sniffles and reaches down anyway.

“Hmph, well…mommy doesn’t have to know. This stays between you and me, good ol’ box, okay? You’ll be good for me, right?”

It’s wrapped in pink. No one would ever know it had the dirtiest things inside.

He rips the lid open with sudden eagerness and an open smile—not caring if the box had anything to say back, but instead, for all the good it held in front of him.

The vibrator, cock ring, flogs, tube of sweet-whatever-flavored lube, puppy ears…(he gulps, blushing) It had definitely been a while.

But there was one special toy waiting for him the most: the precious, pink fleshlight.

In no way could it ever resemble your own pussy, but it gave him the tightness and comfort that he craved so much for. He needed it now.

In seconds, Beomgyu’s already drooling into it, sitting upright against the bed frame and nudging the box away gently with his foot. Shame, if you were here beside him, he wouldn’t have needed to go this far. Wouldn’t have even thought about it.

His room is dimly lit with his Peter Pan lamp and allows him every last bit of privacy. He rubs his lower stomach as a soothing gesture to relax himself and blushes, before letting his hand slip under the soft waistband.

It’s like he hasn’t seen his cock in ages when he pulls it out. It’s just as pretty as he remembers. Having a sex drive that’s too high and a mommy like you who doesn’t let him touch himself without permission, it’s hard to blame him. The pretty, pink thing stays prisoner in these cotton cells most of the day.

“Mmn…” Beomgyu bites his lip, before staring lazily into the spit-filled toy. He nods to himself with simple satisfaction. “Should be enough,” he says, as if he could somehow calculate.

But it doesn’t matter, because the moment he slides it on himself, he cries out loud and realizes he should’ve been more careful. He has such a sensitive cock, you know.

“Hmph, m-mommy…please…” he whines some more, “p-please help me…”

There’s already tears in his eyes when he starts, slowly, but his grip falters. Ugh, why does he have to have such weak, pretty hands? They’re too delicate to be doing something like this.

Beomgyu’s whimpering loudly and his bulbous tip goes all the way, so he keeps it there momentarily to catch a breath. Anymore and he would’ve given out.

“N-no, just not…use-used to it, th-that’s all…” he swallows and tries again.

The self-reassurance almost seems useless as he slowly lifts the toy and slides it back down, having these labored breaths for no reason. It’s so warm and so tight—oh, so, so good—it feels like he’s being overstimulated already.

What’s worse is that he can’t stop thinking about you no matter how frustrated it makes him. He’s just so hopelessly infatuated and horny. He needs to be inside of you now—no, he needs to teach you a lesson, needs to make you sorry for making him this way.

But as his mouth droops open and vision blurs, it feels like you’re riding him, such a soft and warm pussy swallowing all of his cock, calling him pretty and squeezing his neck at the same time. The pressure builds up slow though, so he doesn’t get hurt.

Fuck, how he loves being choked. So stupid. He’ll take everything you give him. He’ll let you use him like he’s nothing. Poor boy.

“I…love it…love it s-so much…” He’s melting into the bed, eyes fluttering softly. There’s a whimper and a pout before he whines even more, “mmm..want m-mommy so bad…p-please..”

He didn’t want to be so loud for you, or at all, for that matter. He didn’t want to admit that he’s this dumb and desperate. But you’re bouncing on him even faster somehow—it’s just too much at once—he doesn’t want to hurt you, or hit the wrong spot-

But if you felt that way, you would’ve stopped by now—fuck, he’s so close—you know your limits, you know everything, because you’re his mommy, and mommy knows best, right?

Beomgyu’s hips are fucking into the toy as he grips it with both hands, so good that he can’t let go. But there has to be some kind of support—“th-that’s…ughh, y-you’re so warm, mommy”— so his fingers dig into the sheets under him, legs are squirming, thighs are sweating-

“O-oh, m’please mommy, please!” he hiccups, “Need it so bad- can-can I? Let me c-cum, please…been a good boy-”

Here he is squeezing his eyes shut and trying to hold it in a little more when you wouldn’t respond. “M-mommy! I-“

There’s a sharp gasp. His sweaty fingers are tight and tense, thighs are shaking, hips are erratic. Even when his mouth is wide open and his teary eyes are rolling back, no other sound fills the room but the squelching and wetness of his toy, and the warmth of his cum filling it up.

Regret washes over him as he bucks his hips into the toy a few last times, emptying out the last few drops. You’d kill him if you saw him like this, getting off like he doesn’t care. What about mommy’s permission? No, that hits him too late.

The bed rocks against the wall just a little bit. Beomgyu would have to apologize to the neighbors somehow, for he was too desperate to cum inside something that resembled too much like your cunt. He promises, yes, he promises he’ll say sorry to them, and to you too—for being such a bad boy, for doubting you and cursing, for fucking and wasting his cum on a toy, all without your permission—please, he’s so sorry-

“Honey, I’m home! Sorry, the usual store was running low so I had to go to another…where are you, baby? Mommy’s here now, mommy’s-“

He’s fallen asleep and left the lights on, laying on his side so peacefully…(you sigh) with a fleshlight hanging just on the edge of his wet, softening cock, and drool pooling out of his mouth.

You’d have to think about what to do with him later, but for now? You’ll just run him a warm bath. The poor boy needs it, you know? Give him some calm before the storm.

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author’s note: hey y’all!! Happy reading and I hope you enjoy! :D

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @not-liah (Sequel to Hybrid T.X.T) 10.2k, hybrids, domestic life, implied smut, physical attack, riots, claw marks, bleeding, hospital, false arrest, fire, death threats, kidnapping, dystopia, nomad life, ptsd, trauma, anxiety, abandonment issues, paranoia, attempted kidnapping, happy ending (@starillusion13)

“Rise and shine boys.”

It was always so nice to wake up in the loving embrace of your hybrids. You were never cold, and you never felt alone. Of course you had to get a bigger bed in order for all of you to fit, and they’d certainly fight at times as to who got to sleep by your side. At one point you had to set an order so they’d stop fighting. You didn’t want any of them getting hurt over such a trivial thing. Although the order wouldn’t stop them all from piling on top of each other to bombard you with morning kisses. It was an excellent wake up call.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough!” You giggled. “I have to get out of bed at some point.”

“No you don’t.” Beomgyu whined. “Let’s have a lazy day…”

“If I don’t get up to work, who’s gonna pay for your expensive treats? We might have to make some budget cuts.”

“What? No! That’s not fair!”

“We can have a lazy day on the weekends.”

“You heard the girl.” Soobin remarked. “Come on, we gotta get her out of bed.”

“Wait, what?”

Before you knew it all the boys had scrambled up and were grabbing you, pulling you out of bed. They were all laughing as you told them to take it easy, but soon enough they had you on your feet and were pushing you towards the bathroom.

“I’ll get started on breakfast.” Yeonjun volunteered. “Come on Tae.”

“What? Why me!?”

“Let’s go.”

They had all learned to do more around the house to help you. Their cooking was pretty good, but they always loved your home cooked meals the most. For work you now had your own little office at home. It was a nice set up, although you had to lock the door to keep the boys out. They’d still whine at the door, especially as it got close to lunch time, but you had to keep focus. It was much easier on everyone knowing the other was simply behind a door. Of course Soobin knew where the emergency key was in case they ever needed to get to you, but that was a secret between you and him.

You still preferred being home, you had everything you needed there, but your hybrids weren’t just pets. They had to look out for your health too, so they’d be taking you to the park to get some air, even if it was under the guise of them needing a walk, every now and then. There were also some hybrid friendly events that would be happening in the area where you could all go have fun together. Everything seemed to work out for you guys, and you couldn’t be any happier. It was a blessing that you found them that day cause you couldn’t imagine where you would be now without them.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

Sundays were mainly days to lounge around and watch TV. You were laid out on the couch with Kai resting on top of you. He found himself dozing off as you mindlessly pet his head and scratched his ears.

“I feel funny…”

“Huh? Are you sick?” You put your hand on Kai’s head. “You don’t feel hot.”

“I’m tingly…”

“Tin- where?”

“Hm?”

“When was the last time we played together?”

“Yesterday…”

“I meant intimately, Kai.”

Kai’s ears immediately perked up and he looked over at you, wide awake. You chuckled upon his reaction, petting his head again.

“You said you felt funny?” Kai nodded. “Any idea why?”

“I think so…”

“Ya! Ya!” Beomgyu came over and shoved Kai off of you. “What about me! We haven’t played in a while too!”

“Beomgyu! You can’t just shove Kai like that!”

You helped Kai sit back on the couch, giving Beomgyu a slight glare. Thankfully Kai wasn’t hurt, but that certainly wasn’t nice.

“Beomgyu, apologize.”

“Sorry…”

“Meanie.” Kai stuck his tongue out.

“Ya, I don’t want you two fighting.” You pet both of them. “Now, Beomgyu, were you eavesdropping?”

“A little bit… only one of us can lay on top of you at a time…”

“Ah, so you were jealous and waiting your turn?” Beomgyu nodded. “That’s very cute. Next time you should ask Kai to share.”

“But he’s always hogging your attention!”

“It must be hard when there’s five of you and only one of me.”

“Very.”

“Are we still gonna play…” Kai mumbled.

“You still feel funny?”

“Yeah…”

“Can I play too?” Beomgyu asked.

“Two on one doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Yes!” “Awesome!”

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You got used to playing with them, so even when it was more then one you always seemed to be the last one standing. It was cute to watch them sleep for once, although you made a note to change the bedsheets later. You quietly got up and went to shower, leaving the other two to rest. You went over to the kitchen but stopped when you heard the news.

“Another hybrid protest took place this afternoon. What started off as a peaceful demonstration evolved into a riot. Law enforcement officials kept things to a minimum, avoiding any casualties, although 46 people were sent to the hospital for treatment. Most hybrids that participated in the riots were arrested on the scene, but officials are still looking-”

“Soobin.”

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

You weren’t even sure how long hybrids had been around, but it felt like things would eventually develop in such a manner. As of late more and more hybrids were gathering together, asking for equal rights. They didn’t want to solely be pets or labor to people anymore. You could understand where they were coming from, although it did make you worry about your boys.

“I’m fine, why?”

“The news… how do you feel about it?”

“I’m happy where I am. We all are.”

“Okay. Let me know if you ever need to talk about anything.”

“Of course.” Soobin offered you a smile. “We do need to go grocery shopping soon.”

“Ah, tomorrow after work we can go. If you guys want something special for dinner we can get the ingredients too.”

“Great. I’ll discuss it with the others and let you know.”

“Thanks.”

Everyone adored grocery trips, although you always had to be firm with them about what they put in the shopping cart. You always made a list to make sure nothing was missed, and used it to make sure they weren’t too greedy.

“Y/n, can I have these?”

“I’m pretty sure your other box of treats is half full, Yeonjun.”

“No! It’s half empty!”

“You still have snacks at home. Next time you can get some.”

“Please, pretty please, I want these!”

“Yeonjun.”

“Please.” Yeonjun whined. “Please, please-”

A sudden scream took everyone by surprise. The boys immediately came to your side, looking around for the source. They didn’t need to wait long as more screaming erupted and people started to run. You heard as things were getting knocked over, and then there were the sounds of barking and roars.

“We need to get out of here.” Soobin stated. “Now.”

Soobin took your hand and started making his way to the nearest exit, the others right behind you. Although it wasn’t long before you found yourselves in trouble. Three hybrids got in your way, snarling and hissing. Your boys did the same, although you told them not to cause trouble. There was no reason to fight.

“We’re not some pets!” One of the hybrids yelled.

“Why are you protecting some human!” Another growled.

“Mind your business.” Taehyun snapped. “We can do what we want with our lives!”

“Is it really your life?”

“Not all humans are bad!”

“I’m not listening to a domesticated house cat!”

The hybrids moved to attack and Kai pulled you away from them, keeping you safe for the time being. You didn’t want anyone to fight, and when other hybrids were drawn to the commotion you got fearful. Kai kept you behind him, but he had to bare his own claws and fangs to keep you safe.

“Stop it! There’s no reason to hurt each other!”

You hated seeing your boys get hurt, and you couldn’t just continue to watch. You grabbed the nearest weapon-like object and hit the hybrid that was attacking Taehyun. The hybrid snarled and turned back to you only to get another hit in the face. While they were distracted Taehyun grabbed them from behind and threw them to the ground. You then ran over to help Beomgyu, only for another hybrid to get in your way. They roared and then you felt a pain in your chest.

You dropped your weapon and looked down, seeing the blood and claw marks on your chest. As the smell hit you everything started to blur. You could vaguely make out the hybrid taking another swing at you, but you didn’t feel anything. You collapsed to the floor, adding a throbbing pain in your head to the numbness that was consuming you. The second the boys had smelled blood they rushed over to you in a panic. Soobin had attacked the hybrid that hurt you, punching their face in until they heard sirens. From there all the other hybrids scrambled away.

“Y/n, stay with me.”

Yeonjun had you in his arms, Kai putting pressure on the wounds. They were all trying not to cry, talking to you so you stayed awake.

“Are you… are you ok…”

“What about you… why did you…”

“Don’t get hurt… over me…”

“Ya, we’re your emotional support hybrids.” Taehyun mumbled. “We’re supposed to take care of you.”

“Beomgyu.” Soobin called. “The sirens, go get help. We can’t move her like this.”

“Okay.”

“Y/n, hey, stay awake.” Yeonjun gently shook your head. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Uh… cold… but comfy…”

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Hm… are you gonna cook?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.”

“Then… surprise me…”

Kai laughed. “You trust him that much?”

“Yup…”

“Keep talking. Your birthday is coming up, what do you want to do?”

“Birthday… you… what about you… your birthday… we should celebrate you too…”

“We don’t really know our birthdays.” Soobin said. “We can figure that out together.”

“Yeah… I like that…”

Beomgyu came rushing back, paramedics right behind him. As much as they didn’t want to let go they had to step away as the paramedics took care of you. They got you on a gurney, taking you outside. The boys closely followed, but none of them were allowed to go with you in the ambulance. The paramedic did let them know what hospital you’d be taken to, so they could find you there. Soobin knew they wanted to argue but he held them back. There was chaos around them, firefighters and other paramedics around. 

They had minor injuries that didn’t require much attention so they figured they’d start making their way over to the hospital. Although amidst all the chaos police officers wound up arresting them, mistaking them for participants in the riot. They all tried to argue that wasn’t the case, that they were just helping their caretaker and needed to get to the hospital. Of course their story wasn’t believed and they wound up in a transport vehicle with other hybrids. It wasn’t until they were at a police station and being identified that the truth was revealed.

From there the officer was nice enough to call the hospital and check on your status, and to also check their story. With the situation cleared up they were let go, and Soobin made sure to ask for directions. Lucky for them it wasn’t a long walk to the hospital from the station. When they arrived Soobin asked the front desk for your room, thanking the nurse. They all headed up together, relieved that you were okay. Although upon getting to your room they realized there were two security guards outside and blocking their way.

“We’re her hybrids.” Soobin explained. “We’re here to check on her. Just tell her we’re here, she’ll let us in.”

“…”

Soobin knew the others were getting an idea to fight their way in but they didn’t need any more trouble. The night was already dragging on. Before Soobin could try to reason with the guards, someone stepped out of the room in a suit, clearly not the doctor.

“Excuse me, who are you? Why did you come out of y/n’s room?”

“And you are?”

“We’re her hybrids. We’re her emotional support hybrids so we can be here. The guards won’t let us in though.”

“Ah, so you’re the offenders.”

“Huh?”

“Security. Have them arrested.”

“What!?” Kai yelled. “On what grounds!”

“For attacking your owner.”

“That wasn’t us! The riot-”

The two security guards tried to arrest them, but this time around they weren’t going to let themselves be taken so easily. Of course this drew attention and more guards came, and eventually the police showed up as well. Things had never been this difficult for them on the streets. With all this commotion going on Beomgyu took the chance to break into the room, seeing you for a moment before being tazed. He tried to fight it but the shocks eventually cut his world to black.

♥♥♥♥♥

Instead of finding themselves behind bars, the boys woke up in a different cage. They had never been here before, but they heard about it. A hybrid pound. Kai was tugging at the chain door, but it was no use as he was still recovering from being tazed.

“Why are we here?” Yeonjun asked. “We didn’t do anything…”

They weren’t the only ones locked up. The other cages around them also housed some other hybrids. Some were beat up, others seemed like they had been here a while.

“That’s a dumb question.” A hybrid hissed. “Humans don’t treat us with any respect. They’ll throw you away with the thrash without a second thought.”

“Not all humans are like that.” Taehyun snapped. “You guys are the ones giving the rest of us a bad name!”

“Not every hybrid here participated in riots. Some here were taken off the streets, or taken from the place they thought was home. You say humans aren’t bad but you’re here with the rest of us now.”

“Something’s wrong.” Kai whimpered. “Why didn’t they let us see y/n?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll be okay.” Soobin assured. “When y/n gets better and realizes what happened she’ll clear everything up. She’ll get us out of here and then we’ll go home.”

A hybrid scoffed. “Keep dreaming.”

Since they didn’t know your condition there was no real way of knowing how long your recovery would take, so all they could do was wait. The days went on, they were fed some weird slop, but they kept hope. They couldn’t help but worry over you, but they knew you were in a hospital and getting treatment, so you’d be okay.

“Isn’t it your lucky day.” A staff member came over to their cage. “You’re going on a trip.”

“We’re gonna see y/n!” Taehyun cheered. “Finally.”

“Something like that.”

When taken out of the cage the boys were still chained up, that should have been the first red flag to them. They were escorted outside and into the back of a ban, their chains secured to the floor.

“Is all this necessary?”

“We did start a fight in a hospital.” Soobin reminded. “They’re being cautious.”

“Not our fault they didn’t let us see y/n.” Yeonjun grumbled.

“Just behave. All of you.”

“We know.”

It felt like eternity before they arrived at wherever they were supposed to be. When the door opened they were met with more security guards. The chains weren’t removed and the were escorted inside the building. It seemed quiet, except for a few people, but none of them really knew what was going on.

“Guys…” Beomgyu whispered. “I think this is a courthouse…”

“What?”

“It looks like the ones on TV.”

“Why would we be here?”

“No idea…”

Beomgyu’s guess was correct, and soon enough they entered a courtroom. None of them liked this, moreso when they saw you next to a stranger. It wasn’t a stranger for long as Soobin recognized the person next to you as the one that had them arrested in the hospital. He growled under his breath but Yeonjun elbowed him to stop. They were all confused over the matter, and they shouldn’t do anything to make it worse. You of course were their biggest concern. You were sitting next to that jerk, still dressed in your hospital clothes and sitting in a wheelchair. It looked like you hadn’t even noticed them, and that you weren’t entirely present either. The boys were moved to stand next to another gentleman that introduced themselves as their lawyer.

“Lawyer!” Kai questioned. “Why do we need a lawyer?”

“The prosecution is pressing charges against you.”

“For what?”

“The injuries y/n-”

“We got caught in the recent riot, she got injured there!”

“I know. We’ll run with that, but on that same note, the riots will certainly make it harder to convince the judge.”

“We’d never hurt her.”

“I know. This shouldn’t really be a case, but some prosecutors really have it out for hybrids as of late and will do anything to hurt them. I’ll do my best to get you all back home.”

They all had so many questions, so much worry over you. Especially how anyone got you roped into this mess. If anything this was the time you needed them most and they hadn’t been by your side at all. Once the proceeding began they could only sit back and watch how all these things unfolded. Although most of them would continue to stare over at you. Even from a distance they could tell you were tired, probably should still be in the hospital too. When they weren’t looking at you their gaze was to the prosecutor. This whole thing seemed suspicious, but they couldn’t do much about it right now. 

“The hybrids present are registered as your emotional support hybrids, correct?”

“Yes.”

Everyone seemed to know you weren’t in a position to be on the stand and talking about anything, but it seemed that the prosecutor insisted you were fine.

“Was this your idea?”

“No, I had-”

“It wasn’t your idea?”

“No…”

“Did they, the hybrids in question, suggest it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. And our records show you didn’t adopt from a shelter. So, where did you find them?”

“They were living on the street.”

“Had you interacted with them before?”

“Not really…”

“Not really, or not at all?”

“Not at all.”

“So what compelled you to take them in and adopt them?”

“I… they were cute… and I didn’t want to leave them on the streets…”

“You have a good heart. Unfortunately that’s something that can be taken advantage of.”

“What?”

“A while after you adopted those hybrids you stepped away from your job, opting to work from home, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So they have more access to you?”

“I don’t see-”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes…”

“Your honor, this has gone on long enough. What’s the point of all these questions?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Please proceed.” The judge spoke.

“Very well.” The prosecutor cleared their throat. “The hybrids in y/n’s care have been taking advantage of and abusing their owner.”

“Excuse me!” Soobin snapped. “On what-”

Security and the others were immediately getting Soobin to sit back down and be quiet. He wasn’t the only one mad over the absurd statement, but it was hard on all of them to just sit there and watch.

“As I was saying. These hybrids took advantage of y/n’s kind nature. Most people adopt one or two hybrids, but five at a time? That’s quite a big responsibility. They outnumber their owner, and can over power them with ease. Furthermore they suggested becoming her emotional support hybrids, meaning they can follow her to more places. On top of all that her recent injuries-”

“Your honor, those injuries are a result of an attack from rioters.” The lawyer cut in. “They did not hurt their owner.”

“Do you have proof?” The prosecutor asked. “The sudden riot surely put her on edge and her memories of the event may not be clear. It’s the perfect scenario to hurt her and-”

“On what grounds do these hybrids have to hurt her?” The lawyer questioned. “They’ve never done so before.”

“But they have.”

“What?”

“I had further tests run on miss y/n, revealing multiple scars, as well as fading claw marks and bites. Such injuries are known to be caused by hybrids. Miss y/n has received previous abuse by-”

“They didn’t hurt me.” You stated. “I… I engaged… with them… in-”

“Coercion and manipulation. They forced you-”

“We didn’t do anything!” Yeonjun yelled. “She agreed-”

“Sit down.” The lawyer hissed.

“Your honor.” The prosecutor spoke. “Given the information we’ve just learned it’s safe to say miss y/n is not in a good state of mind, and requires psychiatric help. These hybrids have been taking advantage of her in many ways and should not remain in her custody.”

“That’s not true.” You said. “None of that is true! It was my decision, they didn’t-”

In your attempt to change the narrative you had gotten up too fast, making yourself dizzy and pulling on your stitches. You nearly collapsed but a security guard caught you. Now everyone was concerned. Kai couldn’t help himself and jumped over the table, chains and all, wanting to get to you. Security tackled him to the ground though, and the others got rowdy too. Chaos erupted but they weren’t going to get anywhere near you. When they had been restrained the judge slammed their gavel and made a decision. Ultimately siding with the prosecution.

The boys had to be dragged out of the courtroom, screaming out your name, but you couldn’t respond. Once outside they wound tased and thrown back into the van that brought them here. They were mumbling and thrashing around in their restraints. They couldn’t believe what had just happened, and they all wanted to wake up from the nightmare. Instead they wound up back in a cage, left with nothing but despair. It all felt so unreal, and they didn’t even know what came next. They were no longer your hybrids. The prosecutor having made them out to be monsters that used you and hurt you. They weren’t even sure if you were aware of what had happened.

“Wa… what do we do now…” Taehyun mumbled. “Y/n… is she gonna be okay…”

“We can do an appeal or something.” Beomgyu said. “Right? The… the evidence…”

“Something is very wrong here.” Soobin remarked. “That whole situation… y/n… something is going on…”

“What are we supposed to do?” Yeonjun asked. “They got us locked up in cages and we have no idea where they took y/n.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“We have to get out of here first.” Kai added. “We can’t do anything in a cage.”

“Yeah… yeah that’s a good starting point.”

With a goal in mind they could all ease their nerves and focus on something else besides your well being. For the next couple of days they were quiet and well behaved, watching the staff and trying to get as much information as they could. They needed to know the rotations, as well as who had the keys to their cage. It was hard, but they still had enough information to form a decent plan. Although when they found themselves ready they received some horrid news.

“Good news you animals. We’ll no longer be keeping you here.” The person chuckled. “Your kind on the outside has caused enough trouble to justify putting all of you down.”

Those words immediately caused an uproar. Every hybrid yelling and yanking on the cage doors. It didn’t help them break free, and terror filled the atmosphere. The boys were panicking, their whole plan just thrown out the window. Before they could think of an alternative the whole building shook, the lights flickering for a moment. The staff member rushed out of the room, leaving the door open. From there everyone else could hear the loud screams. Next thing they knew a handful of hybrids came in, unlocking all the cages.

More chaos erupted as the ones who had been locked up scrambled out of their confinements and towards the nearest exit. They boys held back for a moment, letting things settle down before making their own escape. On their way out they could see other staff members being attacked and the fires that had erupted in the facility. This wasn’t their problem, so they ignored it and made their way outside. Things weren’t actually better out there. Now it made sense why they were freed. The world outside was on fire, both figuratively and literally. A major riot had broken out, and there was panic and all types of chaos around them.

“Wa… what do we do?” Taehyun questioned.

“The hospital.” Kai said. “Y/n would have been taken back to the hospital, right?”

“Do we even know how to get there from here?” Beomgyu wondered. “I don’t even know where we are.”

“I know where to go.” Soobin stated. “Let’s just try to avoid this mess.”

“That’s easier said than done.” Yeonjun commented.

“We just need to get to y/n, nothing else matters right now”

It wasn’t going to be an easy journey through this mess. Both humans and hybrids alike were looting, setting fires, and fighting one another. Sirens could be heard all around, and any law enforcement officers had their hands full breaking up fights. The boys stuck to the shadows, not wanting to draw attention to themselves, but there were still the crazy who just wanted a fight. They couldn’t avoid injury, but they stuck together and chose to run when they had the chance. Even as daylight began to illuminate the world the madness persisted. It was starting to become clear this wasn’t just one chaotic night, but the beginning of something else. They didn’t care for it, focusing on their mission.

It felt like a dream come true when they arrived at the familiar hospital. Although upon stepping inside they realized things weren’t great here. They didn’t care about anyone else though, making their way up to the floor you were on, pushing past anything and anyone that got in their way. All the pain felt worth it when they reached your room, but when they stepped inside they found it empty. Your patient information was still on the bed and outside the door, but you were nowhere to be seen. Kai and Beomgyu immediately went to check the rooms next door, finding them all empty too.

“There’s no one here…”

“They must have evacuated the patients.” Yeonjun realized. “She’s long gone now.”

“There has to be a record of where they sent her though, right?”

“Maybe.”

The boys found the nearest desk, lucky to find a computer logged in. Soobin typed in your name, finding your file. Although there was nothing in there about being transferred. According to the computer you were still in the hospital.

“There’s nothing…”

“Where would she go then?” Taehyun asked. “Where would they take her?”

“To one of the nearest hospitals.” Beomgyu said. “But which one?”

“How would we know?”

While they were discussing, Yeonjun was scanning his surroundings. Without telling anyone he ran off and tackled someone to the ground. The other guys rushed over, seeing that Yeonjun had a nurse pinned down. Before they could question him Yeonjun asked the nurse what had happened, and where patients would be transferred to. They gave them a list of hospitals, and told them that once an explosion had gone off nearby evacuation procedures were started. Many patients were moved before the chaos reached the hospital here.

“What do we do now…” Kai wondered. “She could be anywhere by now… and with the riots… we’ll wind up arrested won’t we? What if we get killed! We almost got-”

“Kai, calm down.” Taehyun pulled him into a hug. “We’ll find her… we will…”

“How…”

“I don’t know yet…”

“Soobin.” Yeonjun spoke. “What should we do?”

“We go home.”

“Huh?”

“We can’t be out on the streets right now, and we need to figure out our next move.”

“But-”

“Y/n’s in a hospital, she’ll be okay.”

“No.”

“What?”

“We have to go find her.” Beomgyu stated. “She’s alone and-”

“Look around you, Beomgyu. Everything is on fire, people and hybrids alike running wild. Look at yourself too, you’re no in condition to be traveling to another town. None of us are.”

“…”

“If we’re not okay, she’ll worry. Besides,” Soobin took in his surroundings. “I don’t think things are going to calm down easily after tonight.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyun questioned.

“Let’s just go home first.”

It was strange to be home without you. They had gotten used to you always being near them, the furthest you ever were was behind a door, but to not have you there at all, it felt wrong. They cleaned themselves up, and watched the world unfold from there. The news reported how the riot they experienced wasn’t just an isolated incident, but one of many that took place that night. To a degree they really had been sheltered, fortunate to have a roof over their bed and a loving owner. Many others weren’t so lucky, and the disparity between humans and hybrids had reached its tipping point. None of them could have ever imagined a revolution taking place.

A couple of days after they got home the news stopped broadcasting, all the channels just stopped. They all knew things had certainly taken a turn for the worse, and their worries over you only grew. It was probably just as dangerous, if not more, to go out into the world now, but circumstances have changed. They packed up some supplies, having their list and directions so they could go out and find you. Soobin kept the emergency phone with him, all of them holding onto the possibility of you calling them. They even left a note at home in case you came back while they were gone.

“So… where do we go first?”

♥♥♥♥♥

When the boys had first set out on their journey they thought they’d find you and be together again in a matter of days, a week or two, but now here they were, months later. Cutting communications was only the beginning. They didn’t really know what was going on with the world, but they only cared to find you. In the coming months they became nomads. They traveled to all the possible locations you could be, but the result was always the same. You weren’t there. Either the hospital itself was in shambles, or you weren’t on record. They even checked with the Jane Does, although none of them wanted to even fathom the idea that you were truly gone.

They weren’t the only nomads around. Many hybrids, and people, found themselves without a home. The world had turned into a dystopia in a matter of weeks. No one really knew what the future held, or how the world would move forward, but what kept them going was finding you. So as they traveled they asked about you, hoping someone had seen you, or perhaps knew where you were. They had pictures of you, and a few of your items, although the scent was faded. It was hard to keep hope, as everyday that went by felt like they were getting further and further from you until they finally had a breakthrough.

“You recognize her?”

“Yeah, she seems familiar.”

“Seriously, hold on a second.”

The boys had been in an abandoned building with some other lost souls, trying to keep warm for the night. They’d take a picture of you and spread out to see if anyone recognized you. For the most part the answer was no, but when Taehyun got a yes he freaked out. He scrambled to get one of your old shirts out for the dog hybrid to smell, and they nodded.

“Smells like her.”

“Where is she? Where did you last see her?”

When the others had heard Taehyun questioning someone they rushed over, also throwing questions at them. Soobin had to tell them all to calm down and listen. 

“She was pretty quiet, traveled with some hybrids. They took care of her but it was obvious she had been through some things. I saw the group again without her and asked, they said they had left her in a care facility.”

“A what?” Yeonjun questioned. “Care facility?”

“I heard that’s where they’ve been keeping humans, no idea what goes on there though.”

“A care facility… hybrids run it?”

“Yeah. Some places are starting to rebuild.”

“Hybrids on top…” Soobin mumbled. “Seems surreal.”

“Better than being beneath humans.”

“They weren’t all bad…”

“But the ones in power mostly were.”

“Yeah…”

“I hope you find her. I’m assuming she was your owner?”

“And we were her emotional support hybrids.” Kai commented. “We took care of each other…”

“She seemed like a good person. I’m sure she’s alright and will be happy to see you.”

“I hope so.”

It was reinvigorating to have a destination in mind, to know for certain that you were alive, and that they could actually see you again. Of course now there was the issue of finding this care facility, and they soon learned there was more than one. Thankfully that wouldn’t be much of a problem. When they found one they inquired about you, showing your picture and giving your name. You weren’t at that location, but you were in the system and they were given the address. They all stared at that piece of paper for a while, unable to believe this was where they could find you after all this time.

They wasted no time making the journey, setting little time aside to actually rest. When they arrived at the care facility they were told you were there. They stood outside for a moment, a strange disbelief gripping them tight. There was fear that maybe this was all a mix up, that they had rekindled hope only to be back at square one. Still, they had to know so they made their way inside. They went through the whole intro and asked about you again. It took a moment but it seemed that this was the place. Another hybrid came over and introduced themselves, intending to show them around the facility.

“What is a care facility…” Taehyun mumbled. “What do you do here…”

“It’s in the name, we care for humans.”

“Why though… they did a lot of bad things…”

“And we’re not them. Besides, not all humans are bad. You’re here to see the human that was once your owner, right?”

“Yeah…”

The facility was a lot bigger than they expected, and there was a decent number of humans there. They seemed to be doing alright, happy even, as if the world hadn’t fallen apart.

“Where’s y/n?” Kai asked. “I don’t see her around here.”

“Y/n is a special case.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry, she’s doing well, but her situation requires extra attention. She’s kept in her own room and attended to personally.”

“Why is that the case?” Yeonjun asked nervously. “What happened?”

“It’s… complicated… are you aware of the war that went on?”

“We avoided that.” Soobin answered. “And kept to ourselves while we traveled. We were lucky not to get so involved.”

“Indeed, but unfortunately y/n didn’t share in your fate.”

“What do you mean?”

“Humans were well aware they did not match us in power, even with their toys, and they’re own kind weren’t lining up to take arms. Supposedly some organization rounded up those that were injured by hybrids, intending to turn their hurt into anger and get them to fight.”

“Are you saying… y/n was tortured…” Beomgyu whimpered. “… she… she…”

“I only have the basic information of what happened. Any details… well I honestly don’t know where you could get them, the hybrid that dropped her off here let us know of her past. She never set foot on the battlefield though, the only injury she has is the one on her chest.”

“Oh… but she’s okay?”

“She’s doing well.”

The boys were led away from the main facility and to a more quiet area. They passed by multiple rooms, seeing some humans behind the glass. Eventually they came to a stop, all of them stepping closer to the window. They didn’t see anyone, but they could tell someone was lying in bed under the sheets.

“Can we see her?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“What?”

“Given her circumstances she can’t have unauthorized guests.”

“But it’s us.” Yeonjun countered. “She knows us, I’m sure she’s missed us as much as we have.”

“I understand you knew her in the past but-”

“We came here to take her home.” Soobin stated. “Now let us in.”

“Home? She is not leaving this facility-”

“Ya!”

Yeonjun suddenly tackled the other hybrid, searching them for a keycard. When he got it he tossed it over to Taehyun, who quickly got the door open. No one needed to be told what to do then, they all rushed into the room. Soobin knelt down by the bedside, carefully pulling back the cover. He couldn’t describe the joy he felt in seeing your sleeping face. He carefully brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Y/n…”

The others were also overjoyed to see you again, and Yeonjun made his way inside when he had a chance. Soobin pulled back the cover some more, revealing something unexpected. In your arms you had five plushies. Three dogs and two cats, all different styles but the colors of the fur matched them.

“Y/n… hey… sweetie… wake up…”

“Hm…”

You groaned, rubbing your face against the pillow. You peeked your eyes open a bit, seeing Soobin. A soft smile appeared on your face.

“Hi…”

“Hi… it’s so good to see you again…”

“You’re always in my dreams…”

“Dreams? Y/n, this isn’t a dream. It’s real, I’m here, we’re all here.”

“Huh?”

You felt a hand gently pet your head, reaching up yourself and feeling the warmth attached to it.

“Soobin…”

“Hi.”

You sat up and reached over to touch Soobin’s face. Tears began to sting your eyes as you realized he was real. He gave you a soft smile, wiping away some tears. You jumped into his arms for a hug, starting to cry. Then you felt another hand on your head, looking over to see the rest of your boys there too.

“… you… you’re all… real… you’re here…”

“Yes, yes we’re here, we’re real.”

“Get them out of here!”

“What!?”

What appeared to be security entered the room, grabbing the boys and trying to drag them out. You saw the commotion and held onto Soobin tighter.

“No, no, no, no, don’t go, don’t-”

“Everything’s going to be okay.”

As the two of you were surrounded Soobin kept a hold of you. He was grabbed, his arms being pried off of you. He tried to hold on, to fight back, but the second they could pull you away they started a commotion. You screamed and thrashed, crying for Soobin until you felt a pinch in your neck. You were left to sob until you passed out. Soobin continued to fight though, but was ultimately carried out of the room and thrown back out to the lobby with the rest of his brothers.

“Give her back to us right now!” Beomgyu yelled.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“And who are you!”

“The person in charge of this facility.”

“She’s not someone you can just keep!”

“And what right do you have to take her?”

“She’s ours!” Yeonjun stated. “We took care of her and-”

“You took care of her?”

“We’re her emotional support hybrids.”

The owner scoffed. “Very well, say I let you have her, where will you be taking her?”

“Home.”

“And where is that? Under a bridge?”

“We have a place.”

“And is it still standing? Do you have a means of providing for her? Food and other necessities. What about looking after her health? Her condition does require medication, and her injuries must be looked after with care. You said you’ve been traveling since this whole disaster started, she can’t just travel with all of you, so what is your plan here?”

“I… we…”

“We are not our predecessors. They handed over our kind to any human who could pay enough, not interested in the type of person they gave us too, or the plans they had for us, or if they were even capable of looking after us. We are not them. I can see she means a lot to you, I understand why she refused to let go of those plushies she has, but if you wish to look after her now, you need to prove that you can actually take care of her.”

“How exactly are we supposed to prove that?” Taehyun questioned.

“Right now many of us are in a state of rebuilding. Find yourselves a home, some stability, a way to continue your lives in a manner that can allow you to look after her and keep her safe. She’ll be here until then, I promise you that.”

♥♥♥♥♥

It was weird to walk out of that place without you. They had found you, and yet they couldn’t take you home. Then again they didn’t have a home. They hadn’t had one since they lost you. They were so close, and yet still so far.

“What do we do now?” 

“We go home.” Soobin said. 

“What? But-”

“We go home, and make sure we can actually look after y/n.”

Some wanted to argue, but considering how things just went down, they weren’t going to get to see you any time soon. It was a rather long journey home, but they made it nonetheless. The town they once called home was in ruins to a degree. They were fortunate enough to find the apartment building they had left behind in one piece. It wasn’t easy to get in as they had to move some ruble out of the way, but they got inside and went up to their old home. From the outside everything seemed okay, but there was only one way to know for sure. Soobin still had the key, and he was a bit shaky as he unlocked the door.

There was no light inside, electricity was cut off long ago. The sun was still out, so they had daylight to illuminate their path, and some flashlights. It was haunting to walk in there. Everything was still in its place, covered in dust, like time stopped. Yeonjun grabbed the note they had left behind in case you came back, crumbling it up in his hand. It had been so long since any of them had been back here, and it felt unfair to come back without you. Still, you weren’t lost in the world anymore, they just had to make this place a home again and they could all be reunited.

“Let’s get started.”

They got to cleaning, making the place feel like a home again. The rest of the building was abandoned, and soon enough they noticed clean up crews in the area. It really did appear that the world was rebuilding. Since no one else was around Soobin thought about taking over the building, getting it cleaned up properly and providing homes for those who needed it. He never imagined he’d wind up a building owner. It was kind of nice though, making friends with other hybrids. They had always stuck to themselves before when on the streets, and even when you adopted them they mostly stayed home. Before everything changed they were probably on the verge of a new chapter, but they took a detour.

About a week later things kinda felt like before. It was eerie to look out the window and see the world turning. The only difference was that the streets were occupied by hybrids and not humans. That was the only change. Everyone was kind, it was more of a community as they all helped each other out. They didn’t have to worry about food, or any other living necessities. Life felt like a dream, but it wasn’t complete, not yet. When the big day came everyone was giddy. Soobin was happy to see them all happy, but the big thing still had to be done. Yeonjun was also overjoyed to actually get to drive. Before it had been old junk cars, but this, this was a beauty.

“How long is the drive?” Kai asked.

“A couple of hours.” 

Beomgyu whined. “We’re gonna be gone all day?”

“We’ll be home by nighttime.” Soobin explained. “So don’t worry.”

A road trip was fun. Usually it was the things you did along the way, but they were excited for the destination. They could see how much things had changed, how the world had grown. Although they all got serious upon arriving at the care facility. It was still there, and as the promise went you’d still be there too. Soobin took charge, being the first one in. Things did look different, but he kept himself together, at least one of them had to.

“We’re here for y/n.”

“Hm… follow me.”

Soobin couldn’t imagine what you went through when adopting them. They just got taken to the vet and got their shots. Who knows what you did on the other end. This was probably the closest he’d get.

“How is she?”

“She’s been well, although after your last visit, and your actions, she’s needed some extra care. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

They were led back over to the room you had been in before. This time though they could see you were awake, sitting in the corner with a book in hand, your plushies in your lap.

“We’re not gonna get dragged out by security again, are we?” Taehyun questioned.

“No, but that depends on her. If she’s alright with you, then everything will be fine.”

This time they were allowed in. When the door opened you looked up, you were expecting a staff member but instead saw some familiar faces. Tears stung your eyes and you got up, rushing over to your boys. They met you halfway, pulling you into a hug.

“Are you really here?”

“Yes, yes we are.” Yeonjun assured. “And we’re gonna go home, for real.”

Yeonjun wiped away your tears, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He helped you to your feet, giving you a piggyback ride. Beomgyu picked up your plushies following behind and played with them a bit. You hadn’t been outside of your room in so long, so it was a bit scary. You snuggled against Yeonjun, just holding on. If this was a dream you didn’t want to wake up. When you stepped outside the fresh air was nice and you took a deep breath.

“Pretty…”

“Just like you.”

Kai opened the back door of the car, getting in first and then helping you get in. Before Yeonjun could get in, Taehyun shoved his way inside, reminding him that he was the driver and wanting to sandwich you in. They each held one of your hands, Kai nuzzling your neck and making you giggle. Beomgyu hopped in after the others, Soobin doing a headcount, staring at you fondly for a while before shutting the door.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yes.” Soobin answered. “I’ll make sure she takes her medication, and we’ll keep a close eye on her injuries.”

“They’ve mainly healed by now, but still need care. The last thing to note is that you will need to bring her back for an evaluation.”

“I understand.”

“Then you can be on your way. Expect to hear from us in a few weeks.”

“Will do.”

Soobin got in the car, hearing your laughter. The two with you were tickling you, smiles on everyone’s face. This whole scene was different, but it was right. The journey home had a lot more happiness, but as night fell everyone in the back fell asleep. Now it was just Yeonjun and Soobin in the front.

“Is there anything I should know?” Yeonjun asked.

“About what?”

“Being y/n’s owners. The roles have changed for us.”

“Not entirely. We still look after each other, we’re just the ones responsible for her this time.”

“And that’s not a common thing. Hybrids having humans around.”

“Not yet, but I’m sure that’ll change. Not all humans were bad.”

“True.”

When they arrived back home the pair gently woke the others up, but they let you sleep. Soobin got you out of the car and carried you inside. Although as they got to the apartment you began to wake up. Seeing your home, it made everything else feel like a dream, and you had finally woken up.

“We… we’re home…”

“Yeah, we’re home.” Beomgyu kissed your cheek. “Finally.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” Taehyun smiled.

“No, I want to stay up.”

“You’re gonna mess up your sleep schedule if you stay up.” Yeonjun pet your head. “Besides, I’m sure we’re all tired from the trip.”

“Okay…”

You had a little pout, but let Soobin carry you over to the bedroom. He put you down and you crawled over to the center of the bed, snuggling the sheets. It all smelled like home, and it made you feel safe. One by one the others crawled into bed too, cuddling you and holding you close. You hadn’t noticed the silent tears on your face, but they did. Kai gently wiped them away, whispering soothing words that you were alright, and nothing bad was gonna happen again. Even if you wanted to stay up, you wound up easily falling asleep, surrounded by the warmth of your loved ones.

♥♥♥♥♥

Even if the boys were overjoyed to have you home, they found themselves having some trouble sleeping. They’d wake up randomly, seeing everyone else asleep, or maybe even catching another awake. Still, they returned to sleep, that is until Beomgyu woke up to discover you were missing.

“Y/n… y/n!”

His panic woke the others up, and they all quickly scrambled out of the bedroom, running around the house. When Taehyun found you by the window he called out to the others, going over to hug you from behind.

“There you are…”

“Hi.”

“Don’t scare us like that.”

“You were all sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Still.” Soobin said, coming over. “We were worried.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay. We’re all still here together.”

“What are you doing up?” Yeonjun asked. “Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah… I didn’t see much before, but now… things have changed… it’s the same view, but it’s also not…”

“Things have changed.” Soobin agreed. “But we’re all together again.”

“Yeah…”

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“When… or if… you ever want to talk about what happened… we’re here for you.”

“What about you? What happened to you? That night… and the coming days are fuzzy…”

“Are you sure you want to talk about it now?”

“I want to know…”

Soobin pulled you close to him, holding your hand. Daylight was peeking over the horizon, slowly welcoming the new day.

“After that incident… we wound up arrested, mistaken for rioters. We cleared things up at the station and got directions to the hospital. Although when we got there there was security. They wouldn’t let us in your room… and we got arrested for real…”

“What happened at the hospital?” Taehyun asked. “Why couldn’t we see you?”

“I’m not so sure… I was given medication… I remember someone looking over my wounds… talking about revenge… that whole court scene… I don’t know what happened… but you’re okay right?”

“Yeah, of course.” Yeonjun assured. “We got separated from you and… the world changed, but we’ve been looking for you ever since.”

“You lived on the streets again?”

“We had to find you.”

“Hm…” You stared out the window. “I don’t know what happened to me… it’s all a blur… yelling and pain… talks of revenge and helping… none of it made sense… I didn’t know what was happening… or what was going to happen… but I was so worried about you…”

Tears started falling down your cheeks, and the boys gathered around to comfort you. Beomgyu wiped them away, kissing your head and assuring you everything was okay.

“We’re all okay now. This isn’t a dream.”

“Promise…”

“I promise.”

“I’m so sorry…” Soobin added. “If we hadn’t… we should have stayed home…”

“It’s not your fault.” You reached over to pet him. “What matters is we found each other again.”

“I’m sorry…”

“We’re here now.”

“I know…”

“How did you…” Taehyun mumbled. “The place we found you… how did you get there…”

“I’m not entirely sure… I was rescued from that hell… the hybrids were so nice… and we traveled together but… I know I wasn’t all there… and I knew I was holding them back…” You took a moment. “Where was I? The hybrids were nice…”

“It was a care facility.” Kai explained. “No idea who started it, but it’s a place where humans are looked after and safe.”

“Like an adoption center… things really got flipped around.”

“I don’t know much about adoption, but we’re gonna take good care of you.”

“I know you will. Shall I make breakfast?”

“I can do it!” Beomgyu volunteered.

“Let’s do it together.”

In a strange way things did go back to the way they were, although you no longer had a job. It was like your weekends had been extended indefinitely, but you didn’t have to worry about anything else. When you asked about it Soobin just told you it was his responsibility and not to concern yourself with it. To a degree it left you feeling a bit uneasy, but you had to trust him, and remind yourself how it was before. You never burdened them with your struggles of work, or made them worry about the roof over their heads. You figured it out and worked hard, now they were doing the same for you.

Now that you had more time on your hands you focused on some old hobbies. You got better at cooking, even tried your hand at pastries. The amount of flour you’d have to clean up was hilarious, and the boys certainly looked funny with it in their fur. Overall, everyone was happy, and that’s what mattered most. You could enjoy every day without a worry in the world. Although there were things you kept to yourself, or at least you thought you did. The boys were aware you had trouble sleeping, waking up from nightmares that you wouldn’t remember in the morning. It would probably be worse if you didn’t take your medication.

They had gotten used to waking up over your soft cries, pulling you into their arms and holding you close until you calmed down again. They’d never bring this up to you, wanting you to remain happy and healthy. Whenever you’d sleep in someone would stay with you too, making sure you weren’t alone. Everything was good, and because of that they had forgotten about an important event coming up. Well, the little ones seemed to have forgotten but it remained fresh in Soobin’s mind. Not to mention as the days went by he started to get concerned about it.

“Why don’t we go out today?” Kai asked. “To the park or-”

“I wanna stay home.” You chimed in. “Let’s have a movie night. We can be in a big cuddle pile.”

“That sounds great!”

No one seemed to notice at first, and Soobin wasn’t concerned either, but he soon realized there was a pattern going on.

“Y/n, what are we missing in the pantry?”

“Oh, I can make you a list.”

“You gonna come with us to the store?”

“I thought we had items delivered to us?”

“Yeah, but we want to go out today.” Beomgyu said. “You should come.”

“Uh… I’m good.” You smiled. “Just be safe, and hurry back.”

“Will do.” Taehyun cheered.

Yeonjun stuck back with you, chilling in a pillow pile on the floor with the TV on. You were mindlessly petting Yeonjun, humming to yourself.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“Should we make plans for a little journey?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m curious to go to some places and see what they’ve become.”

“They’re probably all better, or gone.”

“But don’t you wanna go see?”

“I’m okay. I can see a lot from out the window.”

“You’re right. Just an idea.”

When the others came back you jumped out of your seat to help them, wanting to put all the items away and discuss dinner plans. Yeonjun stayed put, soon joined by Soobin.

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

“Y/n hasn’t been out of the house since we brought her home.”

“I know.”

“Her evaluation is coming up.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think she’s gonna wanna go…”

“I think you’re right.” Soobin sighed. “We need to bring it up before the day of, and talk about this.”

“Any idea why she’s like this?”

“The last time she stepped outside she didn’t come home for months. I understand why she’s not eager to leave, for anything.”

“True.”

“We’ll talk to her tomorrow, so let the others know, but in secret.”

“Will do.”

Soobin was dreading this, alright imagining the worst case scenario. You probably weren’t going to be happy with the conversation, but it couldn’t be avoided forever.

“Morning, y/n.”

“Hi, Soobin…”

“You sleep okay?”

“Hm… yeah…” You snuggled against him. “You?”

“I always sleep well when I have you.”

“Me too.”

“It seems like a nice day, should we go out?”

“Nah… let’s have a lazy day.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Soobin took a breath. “Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“Your evaluation is coming up.”

“My what?”

“It’s your check up.”

“Oh, a doctor is gonna come here?”

“No. We need to take you back to the-”

“Take me back?” You got up. “Take me back where?”

“The care facility you were at so they-”

“Why?”

“For a check up. You-”

“Someone can just come here.”

“Y/n, I know you’re scared, trust me, I’ve been there, but everything’s going to be fine. We’ll leave in the morning and-”

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“You have to. It’s impor-”

“I said no.”

You got out of bed and left the room, Soobin quickly chased after you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back, although you fought against him.

“Let go!”

“Y/n, we need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want to go.”

“You have to.”

“You can’t make me!”

“Y/n, you haven’t been out of the house in weeks now.”

“I’m fine!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am! And if I’m gonna go out it won’t be for some dumb check up!”

“It’s not dumb! You have a huge scar on your chest and you have trouble sleeping sometimes!”

“I… I do not…”

Soobin sighed. “Y/n, please. Everything-”

“No! I said no!”

“Y/n…”

The others had heard the commotion and came over to the hallway. They knew Soobin was gonna talk to you, but they hadn’t thought it would turn into shouting. Taehyun stepped towards you, taking your hand.

“None of us ever liked going to the vet, we were scared something would happen and we wouldn’t come back home with you… so we get you’re scared…”

“I’m not sick.”

“We know, but it’s still important to have a check up, and it’s more than just that…”

“A lot happened.” Beomgyu added. “We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“But I-”

“I am not losing you again.” Soobin stated. “And if we don’t go for your eval, they’ll take you away.”

“… wa… what? Why?”

“Cause we have to be better.” Yeonjun said. “We have to be sure we can and have been taking good care of you.”

“But you are, I trust you and-”

“A lot has changed, remember? Humans may not have always been nice to our kind, but we won’t make them suffer the way we have.”

“So check ups… and all that… are mandatory…”

“Yes.”

“We’re all gonna go and come back.” Kai remarked. “It’ll be a road trip, and nothing bad is gonna happen. We promise.”

“You can’t promise that…”

“But I can promise that no matter what happens, we’ll be together.” Soobin pulled you towards him. “No one is ever going to separate us again, I promise, we promise. We love you.”

Soobin pulled you into a hug, the others soon joining in. They all surrounded you, making happy noises and making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You still had a lot of worries, but in times like this they reminded you that you still had them, you always would. You had each other, and nothing was going to change that, not even if the world changed around you.

“I love you all too.”

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Hiii, I'm here to make a request jsjsjs

So a comfort scenario with Taehyun x fem or gn!reader with prompts 2 & 37

Idk any scenario but reader comforting Taehyun when he's burned out or sad about something.

Tysm ❤️❤️❤️

Yess of course!!

I honestly gelt a litte bad while writing this idk why LMAO but I hope it satisfies you!! 🩵🩵

Also this is the first ever x y/n that I have ever written so I apologize if it sounds rushed or all over the place 😭🙏🏻

edit: i was aiming for gn!reader 😭 but i got confused while writing this so apologies 🙏🏻 i will definitely practice writing gn! imagines off tumblr so it will be perfect the next time I post something similar!!

Violets are Blue // Kang Taehyun

Idol: TXT — Kang Taehyun

Prompt(s): 2 & 37

- “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

- “You look like you need a hug.”

Genre: Fluff, comfort, a little bit of crying

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Fem!Reader

Plot: Taehyun comes back home quietly, giving you short answers as he refuses to look you in the eye, you realised that something was wrong and you immediately approached him to comfort him.

Word count: 0.9K smthn

It was pretty rare to see Taehyun this quiet, ever since he got back from work. He would always greet you with a big smile on his face and immediately starts sharing what happened to him during work.

But today was different, he had walked in with a dull expression on his face, giving you a small greeting as he puts his bag down and takes off his shoes, you were immediately puzzled, following him as he stepped inside the kitchen.

You crossed your arms, eyes watching him with curiosity. “Tae? How was work?” he raises his head a little as he finally hears your voice, sighing deeply, Taehyun opens the fridge and starts looking for a can of soda.

“It was fine, like usual.” you didn't understand him, there was no ‘usual’. He would always tell you a different story every single day, somehow managing to involve Beomgyu in every single one of them.

Silent steps approached him as you bent down and grabbed the soda can that was sitting right in front of him, he turned around, his attention on you but his head hung low.

With your eyebrows furrowed, staring at him with sad eyes as you tried to get a look at his face, but he just wouldn't let you.

“Babe, what happened? Can you look at me please?” your hands slowly moved and reached up to cup his cheeks, tilting his head upwards so you can lock eyes.

But you didn’t expect it, “Tae?” his eyes were red and puffy, and his nose was a little bit red as well. He was crying.

You've been dating Taehyun for about a year now, sure he gets sad and pouty sometimes but you've rarely seen him cry. And when he does you know it's something serious. “You look like you need a hug, baby, yeah?”

Taehyun silently nods and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, eyes closed as his breaths slowly start to become uneven.

Without waiting any time you hugged him back just as tightly, softly rubbing his back as you tried to soothe him down. He didn't want to look at you, he felt embarrassed, crying over something that might not even be of great significance.

The feeling of his crying figure held by your own was killing you, it pains you to see him like this, silently crying and gripping onto your (his) shirt.

Your hugs were always a comfort place for him, whether he was happy, sad, or afraid. They made him feel safe.

Feeling your own eyes water, you carefully wiped away your tears as you tried to control your breaths.

Seeing your boyfriend vulnerable and crying makes you cry as well.

He lifts his head, cheeks still damp with salty tears as his eyes lock with yours as if his eyes couldn't get any softer, you instinctively wipe any tears that still threatened to fall.

“Sweetheart...” Taehyun’s deep voice caught your attention, clearing his throat, he proceeds to stare at you with pain-stricken eyes while managing a small smile on his face.

“Please don’t cry... I can’t stand seeing you cry...” you feel the palms of his hands gently rest on your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

It was his turn to wipe your tears away, you couldn’t help but give him a small, sad smile. “Why—” small hiccup, “were you crying before you came home?”

The both of you have calmed down now, while you were worried about him, Taehyun was busy getting lost in your eyes, it might sound cheesy to some people but it was true.

“Baby, did you know that you look very cute right now?” you stare at him dumbfounded, he was trying to joke around to lift your mood, and it was working.

Small giggles left your lips, “I was the one who was supposed to make you feel better, ya know.” his smile eventually grew wider, “Come here.” sniffing his nose before pulling you back in for a second hug.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him closely. “Are you gonna tell me which person from the company made my boyfriend cry?” it was his turn to let out a chuckle, slowly shaking his head as he then pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You don't need to worry about that, trust me everything has been solved.” he softly spoke as he held you, you then nod, snuggling into his chest as he pats your head. “Let's not stay in the kitchen sweetheart, I know we're both tired from standing.”

Both of you slowly detach from each other, Taehyun’s hand found yours as he slowly intertwines your fingers, dragging you to the couch that was placed in the middle of the small apartment. “Movie?”

His suggestion results in a big smile forming on your face as you nod, letting go of his hand as you hurriedly grabbed a blanket from your room.

As you walked back to your boyfriend, you have already found him, the couch spread out into bed mode as he laid down with the TV and Netflix open.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore, I want you to think about anything else, focus on the movie, and enjoy your time with me.” your big, bright smile never left.

With the blanket covering you both, you snuggled into your boyfriend ‘s side as he places an arm around you.

How can he focus on the movie when you're right beside him?

[pommpuriinn]

Meeting The Jonas Brothers

🧷 Joohyung meeting one of her many idols

After finishing their US leg of tour they had no time to rest and headed straight into a recording studio with a new producer Ryan Tedder. He introduced a song he been working on and was very excited to share with everyone including Bang PD who flew from South Korea just to see his group’s first stadium show. Joohyung was so excited for this new experience and even being in his at home music studio gave Joohyung ideas on how she wishes for her future home to look like.

“So, what do you think?” Ryan spun around to see the group and Bang PD. “We love it!” Yeonjun answered with a big smile. “It’s a perfect summer song.” Taehyun added loving everything about the song. “If we record the song it has to be released during the summer. It’s too perfect not to.” Joohyung spoke in Korean, luckily they have a lovely translator in their team. “I agree.” Bang PD nodded. “Same here, but I think I have something that will make the song even better.” Ryan basically had a light bulb on top of his head with the idea he has. “You guys chill here and eat some of the burritos we got coming while I figure something out.” Ryan got everyone food and made his way out of the room.

“The song is so good! I know moas are going to love it.” Soobin said, as he unwrapped his burrito. “I know right! I can’t wait—also it’s a perfect song for lolla.” Beomgyu took a big bite of his burrito, happy with the thought of performing there again with a summer song. “I could just imagine how crazy the crowd would go.” Kai smiled just with the thought.

“Did you like it PD?” Joohyung asked before taking another bite of the burrito. “I really did enjoy listening to it and everyone voices sound amazing on the track.” That perked Joohyung and the rest of the boys up. Just hearing the praise from their chairman really makes them happy since they don’t really hear much from him. “And I really agree with you and releasing the song just a few weeks before your big performance at lollapalooza.”

It wasn’t long before Ryan came back and sat down on his chair. “Ok I have really great news guys.” He got everyone’s attention. “I just got off the phone with some really friends and I told them about this track we have been working on and I even gave them a little sample of what we did right now. I think this would up the song some more and even make it better and they immediately agreed, and they are the Jonas Brothers. Have you heard of them?”

Joohyung almost dropped her poor burrito on the floor. “Oh my god really?!” The members were just as stunned. “Yeah are you guys a big fan?” Ryan smiled at their shocked faces. “I listen to them when I was little.” Joohyung couldn’t hide her huge smile. “That’s great! But we would have to fly to New York to meet up, is that ok?” He looked at the team and Bang PD. “Yes, of course we fly over there.”

Joohyung could jump out of her seat but she didn’t want to be embarrassed. She has listened to the Jonas Brothers since she saw them on Disney channel when she was still a kid. They were honestly her first boy group she has ever liked and still listens to their older music today. “Look, noona is about to burst!” Kai laughed at how Joohyung was trying to contain herself.

Next thing you know they got a private jet to fly over to New York which was an amazing experience, and if txt could take more private flights like this Joohyung would always be happy flying. She spent most of the flight eating and cuddling next to Beomgyu while sleeping. There was no time for shopping or going out to eat, they immediately went into another music studio and this is where Joohyung would start fangirling a bit because the Jonas Brothers were going to meet them. In the back of Joohyung’s head she was scared that they might not act the way she anticipated since they mostly likely might not know who txt is.

Luckily for Joohyung the Jonas Brothers were the exact opposite of what her worries were. “Hi I’m a big fan.” Joohyung shook their hands. “Really? For how long?” Joe asked. “Since Disney.” Joohyung answered with a smile. “Oh my god it has been years then.” The three were a bit shocked at how long Joohyung has been of fan of theirs. “Thank you for the support then.” Nick thanked Joohyung with sincerity.

“We also heard some of your guys songs and they’re really good.” Kevin told the members, which instantly brought smiles to all the members. “Really?!” Taehyun gasped. “Yeah and we’re so excited to do this with y’all.” Joe said. “Let’s show ya what we recorded.”

Everyone sat down and was ready to hear what the Jonas Brothers recorded. Joohyung felt like she was dreaming hearing theirs bc txt’s vocals in one song, it was definitely a dream come true. “Of course we still have to fix certain things, but how did it sound?” Nick asked looking at everyone. “It was amazing!” Yeonjun spoke for them. “I love it~” cupped her cheeks smiling.

Both groups took turns re-recording some lines so everything could blend together. Even their staff started discussing about shooting an MV for the song and even have promotional pictures along with the release. They started off give little hints about who was working with txt with pictures including tiktok their staff filmed and posted. Without surprise Joohyung immediately agreed to film funny tiktoks with the Jonas Brothers to show the fans of both.

Joohyung went to bed with a huge smile on her face and a life time goal checked off her list.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

omg and doesnt this song basically confirm beomgyu’s feelings for oc. talking about her getting farther away, how shes changing, and him being scared of losing her 🥲🥲

You wince at his callousness, like he doesn’t have time for you. You suppose you brought it on yourself with the way you've been avoiding him. Still you ignore it, determined to tell him what you think anyway. “Well, if it is, you should tell her. Tell her how you feel, she might feel the same way and you don’t even know. You might both be pulling away when all you want is to be with each other.” Yes, you know how hypocritical it is of you to say that but you can’t imagine a world in which anyone would reject Beomgyu’s love. “If you love her then you should tell them, right?” 

He snorts. “What do you even know about how I feel? Do you have any idea what the amount of hurt and self-loathing it would cause if she doesn’t feel the same way? How it would ruin our relationship if she’s not where I am?”

“I know.” You grit down on that same pain. “I know.”

[sky-sykes-starr]

Danganronpa: Elite Stars (Yandere) - Part 1

Y/N P.O.V

I Y/N, was selected to join the elite stars academy, a prestigious school that only accepts people with ultimate talents that will change society, the country and the world for betterment of mankind. I am the ultimate triple threat I started my career when I was 12 years old being in magazines and doing photoshoots for back to school uniform clothing and designer brands, which then in turn made my acting debut at 15 starring in the movie ‘Cherry Girl’ as a supporting role and soon doing bigger and bigger roles like playing as Lumi in ‘Colour Rush’ or Krystal in ‘Love Arcade’. Being a model and actress wasn’t enough at 16 I decided to make my solo debut with the album ‘Timeless’ that hit platinum winning several awards.

My parents were so proud of me their child accomplishing and living my dreams. My mother likes to brag to all her friends of what I am doing and my father’s friends children’s are fans of me. And now to enter the elite stars academy that guarantees me success, they almost died of a heart attack knowing all my hard work was being recognised. I know for a fact that I will be set for life.

Yet, I know my competition shall also be attending this school, my hands feel quite clammy as I stare at the tall building. That is welcoming the new students from attending their school.

I’ve heard of a few ultimates such as, the ultimate heir, ultimate influencer, ultimate song writer and the ultimate visual were the only one’s I were able to find out about through an online forum. Maybe all the other ultimates are part of the entertainment programme.

As I walk past the gates and enter the front door towards the reception to sign in to the classroom I see a few other students who seem to be waiting for an adult to tell them what to do. Some of them are sitting on the couch right in front of the sign in area others are standing as there are no seats left and one of them right below the T.V that is on the top corner of the room. All of them turn to as enter the room all looking at me with curiosity, excitement and hunger in their eyes to know which ultimate I am.

???: oh look there’s another ultimate

???: I was told that there would be fifteen of us and since there is fourteen of us now that makes this girl the fifteenth

???: well since we’re all here should we do introductions

???: yeah I guess your right girlie

The two of my peers are talking as of I’m not in the room, how rude they are. They could just introduce them the moment I entered. Oh well, is what it is.

???: ay, new girl that just entered the room you start of

Y/N: Me?

I point to myself with confusion, well we’re all technically new I’m assuming after hearing their conversation.

The boy nods.

???: yeah who else am I talking to

Y/N: Well I am Y/N, the ultimate triple threat. The ultimate triple threat as in modelling, movies and music you.

Jay: I’m Jay the ultimate heir to my father’s fashion business, you might of heard of it since your a model, it’s called Park Couture. The girl right next to me is Aisha she is the ultimate model, she’s actually done some runway work with my father’s designs

Aisha: It’s nice to meet Y/N, I hope we can become friends

I look at them up and down. The boy is very attractive for someone who really does not have a ultimate talent other than being born into a rich family, he gives off ‘imma bend my secretary over my desk and do the dirty, even if my wife knows she can’t do shit’. As for the girl she herself is really tall her legs make her look like she is 6’0 feet tall and her eyes look like that they are piercing my souls. I can only imagine what all the other ultimates look like.

The next boy stand up with two other boys coming over to me extending his hand out for a shake.

Yeonjun: And I’m Yeonjun the ultimate It Boy, you might of heard of me along with these other boys Taehyun here is the ultimate vocalist and the boy to my right is Beomgyu, the ultimate visual. We are part of the group TXT which stand for tomorrow by together. We are pretty popular. It be a bit embarrassing, if you didn’t.

OMG TXT MY FAVE BOY GROUP IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ATTENDING THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME. I WONDER IF WE ARE GOING TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS. I need to play it cool and chill, I don’t want them to think that I am a freak.

Y/N: Oh yeah I heard of you guys your music is pretty cool I’ve got some of your songs on my playlist

Beomgyu: Ayo we have a MOA with us cool

Taehyun: Not just that she is a famous MOA herself

Yeonjun: Not just famous but beautiful as well not many of our fans are as beautiful as you

You blush at his compliment as he gives a cocky grinning. Is he insulting his fans by calling them ugly

???: Alright since all the musical ultimates are introducing themselves I’ll guess will do the same

A small woman that speaks

Soyeon: I’m Soyeon the ultimate musical producer

Three other people stand next to her, I assume that those are part of the musical ultimates she was talking about.

Yoshi: I’m Yoshi, the ultimate song writer. It is a pleasure to be acquainted with you Y/N maybe we could work together sometime

Felix: Guess I’m next, I’m the ultimate rapper, the name is Felix

Damn that guys voice, I know him he’s a rapper a part of the boy group stray kids known for his deep ass vocals. Yet he has a cute face that does not even match with his vocal chords.

Gaeul: And I’m Gaeul, the ultimate dancer, I’m not musical related but I have choreographed a couple of dances for some solo artists and groups even featuring in some of their music videos as a dancer and being on stage as a performer

Damn no wonder why these people are called ultimates it is best I use that to my advantage and make connections with these people. You never know when they can be useful.

Y/N: Right well what about the rest of you

???: Seriously, you don’t know who I AM OF ALL PEOPLE

???: OR ME

???: oh please who would want to know you Wonyoung your like the cancer of the internet

Wonyoung: EXCUSE ME, TALKING TO THE PERSON WHO PLAYS GAMES FOR A LIVING

???: At least I can make a living of skills and talents not my looks

Wonyoung: Yeah well whatever, not like you even know me and as for you girlie I’m Wonyoung, the ultimate influencer, not just an influencer but I’m also a celebrity so feel blessed being in my presence

Y/N: Ok

Sakura: And I’m Sakura, the ultimate actress and unlike some people I’m ACTUALLY a celebrity. You must of heard of me I was in the soap called ‘Rosewood Empire’ the main character

Ahh, Sakura the ultimate actress I’ve seen her on T.V a couple of times a lot of the boys in my previous school had a crush on her and girls wanted to be her. She’s known for the soap she was on until it ended now doing big time Hollywood-esce movies were she is the face of every poster.

Y/N: oh no, I do know of you but I feel like it was best we give out formal introductions to each other as we are classmates. And you…

I turn my head to look at the boy

Heeseung: HEY THERE BEINGS AND ENTERTAINERS IT’S YPUR BOY HEESEUNG, THE ULTIMATE GAMER.

He shouts in an enthusiastic tone, showcasing a big bright smile at me.

Heeseung: That’s my intro whenever I do my streams, I play lots of games like horror, action and RPG to name a few. I’m known for having a million subscribers, I rose to fame pretty quickly within two months.

Heeseung, the ultimate gamer I know him I’m even a subscriber to his twitch streams, I enjoy his work a lot. He’s funny, good looking and has an infectious personality that has made many people drawn to him.

A woman who is sitting down speaks in a clear voice.

Miyeon: I’m Miyeon the ultimate host, you might of had your coffee early in the morning with me, on my show called ‘Coffee with Miyeon’, where we discuss fashion, food and gossip.

‘Coffee with Miyeon’ wow so original.

As I thought the introductions were done a good looking boy in the corner below the tv catchers my eyes.

I go up to him asking about himself.

Y/N: What about you? What is your name and talent?

Yeosang: I’m Yeosang, my ultimate talent I’d rather keep a secret. And now that everyone is hear I was informed by the receptionist to tell you people that we should collect our badgers that allow us to enter the room to head to our classroom

Wonyoung: That is so not fair we told you our talent

Yeonjun: If he doesn’t want to tell his talent he doesn’t want to tell us. He owes us nothing

Wonyoung: Yeah, well I bet his talent is shit

Sakura: Like yours

Yeosang: Well then let’s head to our class it’s on the ground floor it’s room 101

We past the doors to the reception room and head to our class filled with a weird tension as some people chat and other remain silent. The school itself is an ordinary school that is filled with the top ultimate students with their tilted, those people are well known for improving society with their talents. But, I do wonder what his talent is and why he would not even tell us. Maybe he is just feeling very shy. I guess I need him to open up to me. That’s going to take some time.

As we reach our room we open the door to see….

???: Ahhhhhhh

[igotbulletproof-insomnia]

Time Lord X TXT

This is basically me imagining if Hueningkai as a Time Lord, with Taehyun, Beomgyu, Yeonjun, and Soobin as his companions. A bit of crack treated seriously, if you will. As such this is written more as a summary/retelling, kind of scene-by-scene. I might write more. I might not. We’ll see.

So, we start with Taehyun and a slightly older male; he looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties. The two of them enter what looks like a medbay, and Taehyun is panicking. His demeanor is calm, he’s asking questions and offering solutions, but his hands are shaking and his words are coated in a thin layer of defeat. The older man is dying, and Taehyun can’t save him. But the older man smiles, bittersweet, and comforts Taehyun. He gives a brief explanation of regeneration, reassuring his friend that he’ll be the same person, just different. And then his skin is glowing, his features are morphing, and he’s changing in front of Taehyun’s eyes.

Now, we meet Yeonjun. He’s checking his socials, sharing his latest Youtube upload. He’s a mildly successful influencer with a sizeable following, but he doesn’t make enough money to live off of the internet alone. Accounts updated, Yeonjun checks the kitchen for food. His cousin, Beomgyu lays across the sofa, also scrolling social media. He whines about a friend of his who hasn’t had much time for him this semester. They shared almost all of their classes together, but it seemed like he just couldn’t be bothered to spend his free time together. Yeonjun listens while checking the cabinet and fridge. They’re all empty save for some spices and a nearly expired bottle of gochujang. He checks his bank account to see a few dollars, enough to ramen for the next few days until his ad revenue arrives.

On his way to the convenience store, a kid falls onto him. He’s giant, an almost stocky build and just as tall as Yeonjun, but a baby face, so it’s hard to place his age. Yeonjun thinks it’s safe to assume they’re in the same age group. So the kid seems to have passed out, which is probably why he crashed into Yeonjun. Yeonjun tries to wake him up, but he’s unresponsive. Yeonjun doesn’t exactly have money to pay for a cab right now, so he puts the kid on his back, buys a few fever tablets and enough ramen to last him and his cousins for the night, and takes the kid home.

Yeonjun passes by Taehyun, returning from the local pharmacy with an assortment of flu medicines and fever reducers. He doesn't know what he’s doing, is just getting off the phone with his mother, but he’s determined to nurse his Time Lord friend, Kai, back to health. He’s feeling confident about this task until he approaches the TARDIS, parked around the corner from a convenience store, to find the door open. Running inside, Taehyun finds the medbay is empty. He asks the ship to run a scan, hoping Kai has just wandered off somewhere else inside. Unfortunately for him, he gets a CCTV replay of Kai wandering out of the TARDIS, dazed and feverish.

Back home, Yeonjun unceremoniously drops the kid he found off onto the sofa. It’s late afternoon, going into early evening, so he calls his Jin-hyung and asks if he needs another delivery boy for the night. He starts to boil water for his ramen and agrees to come into the restaurant within the next hour. Soobin comes home and asks about the kid on his sofa. Immediately, he takes responsibility for his health, grabbing a wet towel to keep on his forehead and an icepack from the freezer. He tries to coax him awake to drink water; the kid becomes aware enough to not choke, but he’s still half asleep and can’t answer any questions. Yeonjun takes the opportunity to ask Soobin to watch over the kid while he goes to work. They talk about finances and bills for a moment, just communicating so that they’re on the same page and no one takes on a responsibility someone else already claimed.

Here, we cut to Beomgyu leaving a cafe with his friend, Jimin. The two of them say their goodbyes before he sees Taehyun, looking frustrated and lost. Taehyun is out searching for Kai, following a seldom-used sonic tool the Time Lord doesn’t normally bother with. He’s trying to use the setting to find a non-human/non-earthling, and, well, it’s working too well, if not efficiently. So the two of them continue tracking down what amounts to every intelligent, non-human life form within a certain radius, and it keeps leading them to every alien except for Kai. It’s chaotic, but fun. It’s clear the two of them have missed spending time together.

Yeonjun has been running deliveries for a while now. He drops an order off with a gruff looking man and picks up the returned dishes from the floor in front of the apartment door. In the process, he finds what looks like a small stuffed toy with a keyring around its wrist. He knocks on the door and asks the man inside if it belongs to him and receives a blank look in response. It was found between the dishes and the wall, so if the man won’t claim it, Yeonjun decides that he will. He grins at the cute trinket and attaches it to his own keyring, then clips the set to his belt. As he bikes off, the little bear seems to sigh with relief.

Taehyun and Beomgyu keep up their search for another hour or two. It’s getting darker and the aliens they’re running into are beginning to seem more and more threatening. They call it quits just when they run into a small group of aliens discussing a hostage and ransom situation they’ve set up, and how some human has gone and helped the being escape. The aliens are big, burly, humanoid and pissed, planning to sell said human on an intergalactic black market for interfering. Taehyun believes this is the lead they need to continue chasing, Kai’s name is written all over this scheme. However, it’s late and Beomgyu insists they go home to sleep. He’s tired and it won’t be easy to keep their wits if they’re falling asleep on themselves, even the aliens are retiring for the night. Reluctantly, Taehyun agrees, only because he interrupts his own argument with a yawn.

At home, the kid on the sofa is still asleep. Beomgyu startles at the sight, but ultimately shrugs off his hyungs’ antics. He checks his messages as he prepares for bed, and for once there’s a message from Taehyun, saying thanks for his help and setting a meeting time and place for their adventure in the morning. Beomgyu is giddy with the prospect of playing with his friend again in the morning. Yeonjun comes into the apartment soon after and checks on the kid, changing the cold towel on his forehead and exchanging the icepack under his back. Yeonjun shows off the little plush he found, and it’s noticeable to the audience that it’s posed differently from before. We get the sense that there is more to this little trinket than Yeonjun has picked up on, but before we can think too much more on that, we enter a new day. The keychain swings on Yeonjun’s belt once again, as he enters an older classmate’s studio.

Taehyung is a graduate fashion design student, but a senior undergrad for photography. Yeonjun often works as a model and “living doll” for this hyung when he has projects coming due, and today is no different. The two of them muse over some design sketches, and Yeonjun asks for feedback on his end-of-semester project. Yeonjun has a few outfit changes, modeling both “feminine” and “masculine” looks for Taehyung.

Meanwhile, Taehyun and Beomgyu meet at the apartment building where they overheard the suspicious conversation. Taehyun adjusts his tool to follow their biometric signature specifically. The aliens aren’t too far ahead, seeming to have just begun their day. In the daylight, their skin is a very pale orange, almost like someone with a weird tan, and their faces are reminiscent of a pug. Their clothes aren’t particularly strange, but seem almost pirate-like, the way the pants are baggy, the blouses billowy, and the jackets almost oversized. While they walk, Beomgyu asks Taehyun what happened to him over the past semester. They clearly still get along, and neither of them seem to hold any grudges, so why did they drift apart? Taehyun admits that he met a new friend, an alien who used a spaceship and time machine to take him on interesting adventures. Slowly, he just drifted away from his old friends and towards the alien.  He stopped thinking about the few friends that he did have and gravitated towards his new friend. He didn’t realize he was hurting anyone when he pulled away. Beomgyu isn’t sure how to accept this explanation. On the one hand, it was all very exciting, so he understood Taehyun, but on the other hand… he was just told that he wasn’t supposed to care that Taehyun had all but disappeared from his life, that Taehyun didn’t find him interesting enough to keep his attention. The idea makes him want to punch his friend in his perfect nose, but before he can verbally express his frustration, Beomgyu realizes the aliens they followed seem to be zeroing in on one of the art buildings, the one Yeonjun is now exiting. Panicking, Beomgyu makes a split decision to distract the aliens from his cousin, drawing the attention to himself and Taehyun instead.

Chaos follows. Beomgyu is naturally loud and endearingly obnoxious, but he’s really making a nuisance of himself, the way he shouts insults and runs circles around the tan aliens. He tries to tackle one and whines about a bruise before running off, barely dodging a gold bangle and chain it tried to place on him. Yeonjun calls Beomgyu’s phone, warning him not to get himself killed playing too many games. Beomgyu claims he’s just acting for a videography student’s project. Taehyun laughs at the explanation and wonders why he didn’t just invite his best friend along on his adventures instead of avoiding him. The two of them manage to distract the aliens just long enough to lose sight of Yeonjun, which must have been Beomgyu’s plan all along, because when the aliens get bored and approach the fashion school, he lets them.

Yeonjun vlogs on his way home. He doesn’t do much, just records a conclusion to his day, having taken video of his time with Taehyung. He’s been recording the creation of his final project over the semester, hoping it might be a good video for the algorithm. His fashion and vlog videos seem to do pretty well. With the project on his mind, Yeonjun visits a fabric store to browse and maybe have some idea of what will be available when he’s ready to start. He attends an early afternoon class and bums lunch off of one of his friends. Across town, Yeonjun attends Hoseok’s dance class with Jungkook, another senior from school, and one of Taehyung’s photography classmates. All the while, the little bear doesn’t do a whole lot through the day, just peers curiously at the world around him, sneaks a bit of food from Yeonjun’s friends, and bounces along to the music during dance class.

Taehyun and Beomgyu feel like they’re running a wild goose chase across their corner of Seoul. The aliens don’t seem to have noticed their tail, but Taehyun is starting to feel a little hopeless. He should have been led to Kai by now, for sure. And yeah, this whole lost hostage situation feels like it’s worth his time, but what power does he have, really? He can’t accomplish anything without Kai. He doesn’t have the knowledge or the cleverness that his alien friend does when it comes to these sorts of things. When Taehyun expresses this, the two taking a small break for a late lunch of local street food, Beomgyu argues that he’s just not used to doing things on his own yet. He was clever enough to find a tool to track down non-humans, he knew enough to decide these aliens will lead him to Kai, so Taehyun will figure out how to save his friend when the time comes. 

At the end of the day, Yeonjun returns home. Soobin has been taking care of the kid throughout the day and reports that there hasn’t been much of a change in his condition. The fever seems close to breaking, but he hasn’t woken for much more than a few sips of water every hour, and even then the kid barely makes the effort before passing out again. Yeonjun thanks his cousin and takes a shower. He checks social media again, uploads a few of the selfies he’s taken throughout the day, as well as a clip of the choreography he learned in class. He’s interacting with his followers when his front door bursts open and a trio of big, burly aliens snatch him up. They attach a cuff on his wrist and he goes stiff, unable to move. They find his keyset and retrieve the teddy bear trinket. One of them notices Kai and sniffs at him. “The Time Lord will bring us a hefty price too.”

When Taehyun and Beomgyu track our villains to the apartment building, Beomgyu is dismayed to see Yeonjun being dragged like a doll behind the big burly aliens, while Taehyun focuses on Kai, passed out in their arms. Beomgyu immediately runs inside to check on Soobin, worried he might have been caught in the crossfire of whatever happened in the apartment. Taehyun is torn between following Beomgyu into the apartment and rescuing Kai, but he still has no plan and feels better with Beomgyu by his side. He can always track down the aliens later, they have to be on this planet for a reason. Inside, they find Soobin is safe, napping in his bed through whatever altercation took place. Beomgyu is relieved, but overwhelmed -- Yeonjun has been kidnapped, the kid they were nursing is apparently a centuries old “traveler.” He takes a moment to scream into a pillow and sort his thoughts out, then decides to rescue his cousin. They gather a few things at the house, dense items that can serve as blunt force weapons, portable cell phone chargers in case of intergalactic travel, Yeonjun’s camera to record what happens, just in case things go south. Catching on, Taehyun wraps his hands with bandages, fingers sporting half of Yeonjun’s large ring collection. He doesn’t know what he’ll be able to do, knows that Kai likes to solve things non-violently when possible, but Taehyun is a squishy human who can’t regenerate, so if it’s a matter of using his fists or losing his life, he was going to make sure his fists hurt. Beomgyu locates his old boy scouts pocket knife. It was a trinket he packed by chance, had hardly used it beyond cutting open packages, but those alien guys are huge and he wasn’t above killing for his family. He just hoped it wouldn’t actually come to that.

Taehyun’s sonic tool leads the pair to another apartment building, one we recognise to be where Yeonjun found the small teddy bear being. They climb the stairs to the top floor, the previously bright white light dimming to a fuzzy soft yellow color. Taehyun stops at the top to determine a plan, and the pair argue; Beomgyu is more inclined to burst in and see what happens, while Taehyun prefers to have ideas prepared. However, when Beomgyu hears something like an initialization process, he shoves open the door -- heavier than it looks -- and finds himself in what seems to be a spaceship of sorts, not a hallway they expected. The room is dark and looks like a storage hull of sorts. Taehyun recognizes the various stages of aerial departure over the loudspeakers and panics. They have a lot less time to locate Kai and Yeonjun than they expected, less than five minutes if Taehyun remembers the sequence correctly.

So the pair run through the ship, doing their best to sneak around, but valuing speed over stealth. It doesn’t take terribly long to find the hostages -- a cell full with several species of beings stiff and standing like dolls, while Kai continues sleeping. Taehyun gives the sonic device to Beomgyu, who struggles to find the correct setting to unlock the ring keeping Yeonjun paralyzed. Taehyun kneels beside Kai, marveling at how young and small he looks now. The two of them could be classmates. He struggles to pull Kai onto his back. Kai might be younger and smaller now, but he’s still built solid. The speakers have announced a sixty-second countdown by the time Beomgyu finds the right setting and begins unlocking everyone’s cuffs. It’s at this point when Kai blinks, awake for the moment to praise Taehyun on a job well done. “Just make sure everyone gets home,” he says, then passes back out. Taehyun immediately feels the pressure of completing such a large task. There are at least ten other people here, not including his friends, and the spaceship might use an operating system Taehyun is familiar with, but he doesn’t know the ship model or the controls, let alone how to drive. Then there’s the group of aliens holding them hostage in the first place and Taehyun doesn’t even know how many there are! Sure, he came prepared for a fight, but he was only prepared to fight for as long as it took to get his friends and get back to the TARDIS. Which was also not an option because Taehyun for sure couldn’t steer that fancy ship if he asked it nicely.

“What do I even do?”

“There’s only five of them,” Yeonjun says.

“And if I free everyone, we’ll have a whole bunch of these things,” Beomgyu holds up Yeonjun’s ring. “Let’s cuff them.” He makes quick work of the rest of the hostages’ cuffs, collecting them between himself and Yeonjun

“Does anyone know what model ship this is?” Taehyun asks the group at large. “If we incapacitate those guys, could you steer yourselves home?”

“They stole this ship from me in the first place,” says someone with three pairs of eyes stacked atop one another and a vicious smile. “If you get me my ship back I’ll make sure everyone here gets home.”

Getting the cuffs on the kidnappers is easy, but not quick. The engines are at full roar and the countdown reaches ten before the last cuff is locked around a muscled arm and the ship secured. The original pilot aborts take off before thanking the boys for their help. They have their deputy -- someone called Fern with a long scar across their face -- take the thieves to the prison cells. The boys watch Fern press a couple of buttons on the cuffs, and the orange aliens shrink down to the size of a child’s “life-size” doll. Beomgyu blinks, excited at the display while it hits Yeonjun that his adorable keychain had never been a toy in the first place. Beomgyu vows to buy a new one for his cousin, but Yeonjun rejects the idea, heart broken and a little distrustful. What if it’s just another alien? Beomgyu looks down at his keyring, considering, but dismisses the idea. How likely would that happen twice?

So the three of them walk home, Kai still asleep on Taehyun’s back. It’s evening now, late enough that Taehyun might as well spend the night with them. Taehyun offers to buy takeout in return, and so the four of them are sitting on the apartment floor when Kai finally stretches and sits up, groaning over his good sleep. And Taehyun sits there staring because… Kai is adorable. He hadn’t been cute before -- the previous, middle-aged version of him and been stoic but kind, the Remus Lupin type if Taehyun could compare it to anyone. But this kid sat, drowning in his old clothes, pouting at having woken up. Even his pronunciation was cute. Taehyun couldn’t help the grin that found its place on his face.

“You,” he teases, “are a lot of trouble, do you know that?”

Kai blinks at him. “Oh. Was I?”

The two bicker until Kai drags the others into their fight.

“You found him,” Kai points vaguely in the direction of the cousins, “and he knew where I was!”

“I didn’t know who you were!” exclaims Beomgyu.

“Shhh,” Kai holds a finger up, only to get distracted by his clothes. He frowns, disliking how short the sleeves are, even while they pool at his elbow. He decides then that he needs to get back to his TARDIS. He wants to change clothes, and check his health since regenerating. His body feels the way it should, but it never hurts to be sure. Soobin offers to walk him wherever he’s going, and Kai tries to deny the offer, citing Taehyun as an adequate escort, but now Yeonjun’s insisting on making sure the two of them get to this ship in one piece and un-kidnapped, and Beomgyu insists on sticking with Yeonjun, so all five of them leave the apartment to walk Kai “home.”

“Home” looks like a storefront, next door to the convenience store the Choi cousins frequent. Yeonjun hadn’t paid attention to the dim lights and gated door when he passed the previous night, had only seen the sickly kid in a too-big sweater that fell into his arms. Kai pulls the door open with the gate and walks into the shop. The Chois frown, uncomfortable with where the night has led them. Taehyun easily follows, used to the various appearances of the TARDIS, and Beomgyu, trusting Taehyun trails after. Soobin and Yeonjun trade skeptical looks before entering the door last.

And the TARDIS is… not what they expect. They expected TARDIS to be a foreign word for “home,” and then expected to walk into an abandoned shop of some sort, complete with dusty floors and empty spaces. Instead, they find themselves in a very clean, very high-tech looking space. The walls are round and covered in a deep, bright blue, tile, similar to those used for sound proofing tile. Several sets of narrow staircases lead up to a balcony dotted with various lounge spaces, those walls covered with some sort of white square tile pattern over the blue. At the center of the room were several white tables, placed together to form a circle around a tall glass column. A holoscreen of sorts hovered above one of the tables, although the boys were all standing on the wrong side to attempt reading what it said. Kai stands in front of another screen, tapping and swiping away at whatever he reads there. Soon, each table has a holoscreen lit, numbers and readings scrolling too fast for any of them to read.

“So,” Kai begins, startling the Chois out of their awe. Taehyun seems to have disappeared somewhere further into the ship, through the dark doorway behind Kai, perhaps. “You’ve nursed me back to health. You rescued me. And now, you’ve walked me home. Thank you for taking care of me.” He bows, then turns back to his screens. He taps a few more times, swipes some shapes onto other screens, and then stops, sighing. The ship rumbles beneath his feet, and he feels safer, knowing that he’s in his ship and very little can get in without his permission. Kai suddenly seems much older than he looks. The lines of his shoulders don’t look like he’s just awoken from the great sleep he claimed. 

“What did you do?”

Kai looks up and screams.

“Why are we shaking?” Yeonjun continues, eyes bugged, mouth pouting. He reaches for the nearest staircase, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

“What are you doing here?” asks Kai. He knows he dematerialized the ship, he wanted to let it hover somewhere in the time stream for a while, until he’s gone to the med bay and has checked on his companion. He knows he’s still exhausted from regenerating. His thoughts are still bouncing too fast in his head, he’s still in between two personalities, he isn’t thinking clearly. So when he finalized his destination, engaged the engines, and looked up, Kai didn't expect to still have four guests.

“We just walked you home,” says Soobin. “Where else would we be?”

“But I left you behind! We’re in flight! I just left your planet!”

“You didn’t, so bring us back!” Soobin argues.

“I can't, I just set her on autopilot!”

“Then unset it!”

Kai deflates. “She… really doesn’t like when I change my mind. We’ll be in flight for a while.”

“She?” asks Beomgyu. He’s the only one who doesn’t seem upset by the turn of events.

“I have a test next week!” cries Soobin, and it really does look like he’s on the verge of a panic attack. “I don’t have time to go gallivanting all over space, I need to be at home!”

“Oh!” Kai smiles, happy to offer a solution. “My TARDIS is also a time machine! I can get you home five minutes after we left, no problem. You’ll definitely be able to take your test.”

[hyuk4sbf]

best pussy eater in tbz and txt

+ obvi afab!reader !!!!!!!

in tbz: sangyeon, sunwoo and younghoon

in txt: yeonjun, beomgyu, hueningkai (probably biased)

explaining below cut<3

— sangyeon’s an attentive lover and such a giver, he loves taking care of ppl so i can imagine this translates to oral and he is so focused on every sound u make so he knows where he’s gone right! (also that nose. case closed.)

sunwoo’s an eager lover, might not know what he’s doing at first but once he’s got the experience and u tell him what u like he’s gonna have u cumming on his tongue in minutes.

younghoon has an oral fixation so he’d be begging to eat u out all the time and he gains so much easy experience from this<3 an absolute service top and will do whatever to make u feel good hes so eager and will listen to every command and suggestion

— yeonjun would be obsessed, everyone can only dream of riding a mouth like that. another attentive lover, experimental but still incorporating everything that makes ur breath hitch. probably moans into where his mouth is on u, he gets off on this just as much as u do<3

beomgyu is a service top and just good at everything he does so there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’d be so good at it, even if he sucks a little at first. he’s a fast learner and lives to please, that boy puts his all into it and it pays off when he feels u spasm on his tongue and tries so hard not to cum in his own pants^^

hueningkai … i know i said probably biased but listen hear me out … that nose… his eagerness … liking his hair being played with … being a natural at everything else in his life i can’t help but think he’d be good at it … probably not as good as say yeonjun or sangyeon but his excitement makes up for it ♡ (would probably love face sitting 😵‍💫)

inbox here<3

[harufluff]

☆「txt reaction to having a short s/o」☆

warnings : none! pure fluff (unless you have something against shorties)

genre : fluff (angst if you squint) gender neutral reader

requested : nope

a/n : hiii!!! i’m haru and this is my first post! i hope you like it! ily <333 please feel free to leave a request :))). also i like this cause i’m 5’2” so relatable.

°○SOOBIN○°

would love it in the fullest.

i feel like he would like to just rest his head on yours and chill

since he’s so tall i think there would be two sides to his liking.

obviously he would think you’re so cute

but poor baby also likes being the little one too ( he’ll never tell you that though )

definitely likes spooning you when you feel sad, or just when he or you feels like it.

just imagine you making something in the kitchen

and he just comes up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso

you say “hi baby”

”hi love”

“you hungry? i’m making a snack right now”

he sighs and rests his chin on your head

”can i share with you??”

“oh course, my love”

makes my heart go boom boom

i think he would love having a short baby <3333

＊→ YEONJUN →＊

WOULD 100% LOVE IT

always so cocky about it though

like soobin would come up to you and put his chin on your head

whether that is to make fun of you or just to be cute

i think he would like how easy it is to just pick you up so you’re at the same height

he would LOVE bending down to see you at eyes level ngl

you know that face he makes when they first debuted?? the pouty one??? yep that’s the one he makes from 2cm from your face

if your just doing house work and he comes up to you for what you think is a kiss and he’s just like

”hey shortie”

”meanie”

and tall yeonjun bends down and

”you’re just mad i’m taller than you”

”no. you just like bending down to kiss me”

you smirk at him while he looks at you kinda defeated

then he smirks and picks you up by your waist

you hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he spins you around

as he sets you down you look up at him annoyed

he steals a quick peck on your lips

”yah!!! choi yeonjun you cheater!!”

he won

♪< BEOMGYU >♪

i think everyone knows the answer to this

he would love it

him and terry might be the shortest of the boys but still

he’s a giant

would LOVE your height so much

would make fun of you no question

your cant change my mind

BUT if you’re insecure about your height

why the heck would he make fun of you when you feel sad :(((

if you don’t like his loving teasing, duh he’ll make you feel good about it

”love, i love your height. you fit me perfectly”

“but i’m so short gyu. i can’t even reach the top shelve”

”i like that i can help. it makes me feel needed”

“thank you, baby”

“i love you y/n”

”i love you too. thanks for always making me feel better”

he smiles at you sweetly

°〜TAEHYUN 〜°

this guy

sweetest

dude

ever

again he’s not as tall as like soobin cause no one is

but the dude is 5’10” so i consider that tall

ANYWAY

i don’t think he would care that much.

if you’re tall or short he loves you just the same. <333

like the others, would come up and give you a back hug

of you’re reading something and your head is in lap while he watches tv

”hey babe”

”hmm?” you look up from you book

”i like your height”

“where did that come from?”

”idk. i was just thinking about you”

you lean up to kiss him

he smiles at you and meets you half way to close the distance between the two of you

he pecks you on the lips then pulls away

he gives you a bright smile and steals another kiss

☆^ HUENING KAI ^☆

i love this guy

he would LOVE your height

when i say LOVE i mean LOOOOOOVEEEE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

he’s a tall boy so he loves it

but kinda like soobin, he likes being the little one too sweet baby

he loves pecking you on the forehead to say hello goodbye

he would like to rest his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair

GETTING DISTRACTED

he LOVES bending down to your level and looking into your eyes lovingly

heart eyes huening and y/n

”y/nnnnnnnnn!!! babyyyyyyyy, love of my lifeeeeeee!!! please for the love of heck will you hang out with me”

”sorry baby i have to finish this” don’t ask me what it is

”but y/nieeeeeeee!!”

“*sigh* ok c’mere love”

“yay!!!!!”

you got up and walked over to him and gave him a bear hug.

wrapping your arms around his torso

he put his chin on your shoulder

”hi y/n”

”hi huening”

he kissed you cheek and picked you up to bring you to the bedroom

”SNUGGLE TIME!!!”

i hope you liked it!! again this was my first post so i hope you liked it! ily!!!!!

-haru 🐥