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All Children but Five Grow Up: Fire, Water, and TXT's Music Videos

“...and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless,” says the ending of J.M Barrie’s Peter Pan, a perfect summary of a story that in equal parts celebrates and cautions against the obliviousness of childhood. The boy who refuses to grow up is unburdened by the responsibilities of the world and finds magic in everything; on the other hand, his childish naiveté and selfishness causes unintentional harm to his friends, like the Darling children. Peter Pan’s complexity in his adventures with the sensible Wendy Darling makes him an important recurring reference in South Korean boy band Tomorrow x Together’s (read as “Tomorrow by Together” or TXT) discography which grapples with themes of friendship, growing up, and the experiences of today’s youth. TXT’s music videos take a page from J.M. Barrie, blending a bright magical world (complete with their own magical island) with the drab real world to tell a story about the five boys, the members Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Huening Kai, who are reluctant to grow up. Their struggle is depicted through the motifs of fire and water. Seen particularly in the “Run Away”, “0x1=Lovesong”, “Sugar Rush Ride” and “Chasing That Feeling” title tracks, but also in b-sides “Magic Island” and “Fire Island”, fire represents the realities of the world they wish to run away from while water represents the fantastical escapism they seek. Chased by these elements, the boys must decide if they will grow up or remain, like Peter Pan, gay and innocent and heartless forever. 

            “‘I’m youth, I’m joy,’ Peter answered at a venture, “I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.” Peter’s proud self-declaration resonates throughout The Dream Chapters, TXT’s first trilogy of albums, which tells of the boy’s first encounter with the real world and their naive response of running away. “Run Away” begins with their school looming like a prison over the wistful and miserable boys. As Yeonjun restlessly defaces his school book, it suddenly catches on fire. The five boys rally together to put it out. Beomgyu grabs a fire extinguisher. Taehyun researches “Put Out the Fire” in the library. But the fire rapidly spreads throughout the school. Their unhappiness with life has become the fire that grows out of control. Unable to contain the flames, they abandon their attempts and run away. In the sparks of trouble, their friendship is forged.  As the boys flee, they stumble across the school’s pool. Here is Peter Pan’s promise to never grow up and face grown-up things again. Forget the loneliness, forget the fire. Jump in and be youthful and joyful. Huening Kai takes the first steps into the water. After a breathless moment, his head pops up above the water. He signals to the other boys, and they all happily dive in. Their friendship and escape become the water they play in, reinforced in group choreography scenes where they dance inside a drained pool and amongst sprinklers on the field. And Peter’s promise is kept. At the bottom of the pool they discover a portal to Magic Island, a Neverland of the boys’ own making. Here they can avoid all their troubles. Here they can be with their friends forever. Only a large ominous door stands in their way. Interspliced shots cut back to the fire consuming the school. Yeonjun sets the door on fire, severing them from the real world and its consequences, and the boys sit back to watch, content in their friendship and magical world.

But like the ticking crocodile, the fire follows them. Their childish carelessness will have dangerous consequences just as with Peter Pan where “...the sport that engrossed him one moment would suddenly cease to engage him, so there was always the possibility that the next time you fell he would let you go.” In “Magic Island”, the boys have found a safe haven in each other and in their own little Neverland. They spend their days exploring and playing together, ignoring whatever eerie presence seems to lurk at the edge of their peripheral vision. As children, they can be oblivious, but also as children, they do not see danger when it arrives. They play with sparklers in the dense woods, and the forest catches fire. Smoke and flames quickly consume all of Magic Island. The boys have nowhere to run. Trapped, they are killed by the eerie entity following them. Consequences will always find them, and their desire to avoid hardships only allows trouble to seep into even their friendship. After all, “Thus children are ever so ready, when novelty knocks, to desert their dearest ones.” “Can't You See Me” takes the story back into the modern world, and the boys are just childhood friends hanging out at Soobin’s house. Fire blazes in the oven as they bake cookies. On the surface, they seem happy together, but hurt glares are tossed quietly. The song talks about feeling deserted and isolated by friends. These are boys who haven’t learned to grow up, and their inability to grow and trust in each other fractures their once safe haven. As in-infighting, mistrust, and violence escalates between them, the house catches on fire and slowly grows out of control. This time, nothing is stalking them, but still, the safety net of their friendship falls through. By the end, the boys are broken up and left to deal with their problems, and face the fire, on their own.

“None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that they were sixty glad minutes in it.” The end of their innocence backdrops The Chaos Chapters, the next set of TXT’s albums, as the boys become young adults. The albums simultaneously yearn and mourn for the fantasy of their youth as they experience the hardships of the real world for the first time. In “0x1=Lovesong”, the flagship song for this era, they are crushed by the pain of reality. They beg for that one person to love them back, a drowning man’s plea that this love can save them from this harsh world, and it echoes the boys’ earlier desire to remain safe within their friendship, free and innocent forever. In the music video, Yeonjun is trapped in a difficult home, alone and miserable as his parents fight in the background. His world brightens as he steals the car keys and reunites with his friends. Together they escape from the hellhole and drive off together to the middle of nowhere. As they drive, giant iridescent betta fish swim in the sky alongside them. The boys stumble upon an abandoned building complex, and upon exploring it further, they discover the complex’s drained indoor pool. The pool echoes the one in Run Away, but this one is starkly derelict and abandoned. The water and the fantasy are gone. The boys don’t care, though, and they chase each other and play around the pool’s rim. And suddenly at the bottom of the pool’s basin, heated portable pool appears. The boys jump in, splashing each other and relaxing, carefree in this secluded world they have built for each other. In the cold reality that the song speaks of, they find warmth and meaning in each other. As they swim together, betta fish swim in the water and in the sky alongside them. Only then do intercut shots reveal that Yeonjun has a fishbowl at home that he stares at all day. The boys are the fish in the bowl, not free, but oblivious and content just being together.

But “0x1=Lovesong” is about pleading for a love that is no longer there. Like for Peter Pan where “the difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to him make-believe and true were exactly the same thing,” the boys try to blur make-believe and truth and hold onto the fantasy that is already gone. In the climax of the “0x1=Lovesong” music video, the boys attempt to start a fire in a trashcan. They sacrifice their jackets as kindling, hoping the warmth of the fire will be enough to stave off the cold wind. They hope to have the best of both worlds, a small dose of reality and the safety of their friendship. Trying to start the lighter, Beomgyu accidentally burns down the car. The boys, though shocked, rejoice. Like the door burning in Run Away, their one link back to the troubled real world is up in flames. They are not careless children about to burn down their Magic Island anymore, but they still have successfully overcome the painful reality of heartbreak and loneliness by escaping it altogether. They can ignore the echoing loneliness of the abandoned complex surrounding them because they saved each other. Together they are free. But in the final moments of the music video, Yeonjun makes his big splash into the heated pool. He wakes up on a bed in the middle of the complex. The car is fine. He is alone.

"'How lovely,' cried Wendy so longingly that Mrs. Darling tightened her grip.” The act of growing up for these five boys is inevitable. Or so it seems, at least, until the dream from their childhood comes knocking at their window one more time. The Name Chapters, TXT’s 2023 album duology, sees the boys as young men who have learned the consequences of their carelessness in The Dream Chapters and survived the world’s loneliness in The Chaos Chapters. But the final step in growing up is choosing to accept it, and the “devil by the window” is here to offer the chance to run away again. “Sugar Rush Ride” opens with a drop of rain splashing on Yeonjun’s face. The boys wake up, shipwrecked on the beach of an island. Unlike the small set piece of the “Magic Island” music video, this Magic Island is a fully real, uninhabited tropical paradise. The boys are initially elated to be back, running around together like children and oblivious to time wearing on.  Their clothes become disheveled, and they submissively become entwined in tree vines, drifting in and out of psychedelic dreams. Soobin, in particular, is entranced by any body of water he finds. It’s only as they lounge by the lagoon that Beomgyu realizes something is wrong. The island wants to trap them here forever. One by one it begins to attack. Soobin, so lulled into submission, enters the lagoon and begins to drown. Magic Island is desperate to keep them at any cost, but it’s a place they have outgrown. To be lost in the fantasy has become a nightmare. The boys know what they must do. They escape through the forest at night and find their way back to the beach where a small boat awaits to take them away. As they get into the boat, Huening Kai gives one last look back, but it’s not out of longing. It’s a look of serenity in their choice. And here, by being the way back to the real world, the motif of water is flipped. The new fantasy, they hope at least, is to be able to grow up and find a way to face tomorrow, whatever it may hold.

“You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.” At the core of Peter Pan is the choice to grow up. While Peter chooses eternal childhood, Wendy chooses to grow up, and her acceptance of it allows her to grow up “a day quicker”. In the same way, the boys choosing to grow up allows them in on a powerful truth. “Chasing That Feeling” begins with the boys waking up at the bottom of a sewer, as if the ocean they’d just crossed had left them there. Suddenly appearing before them are brightly colored balls of flames, beckoning each of them down a different tunnel. The song says they feel like they’re on fire like a shooting star. This fire is not just the fire of the cruel real world. It’s the unique flame that lives at the core of their being. The boys take off in different directions, chasing their fires across the busy metropolitan city. As each boy captures his own fire, he is suddenly able to do impossible feats. Taehyun sprints up the side of a building. Yeonjun skates on the cement streets. Beomgyu drives on the tunnel ceiling, cruising by all the other cars. Soobin rides on the roof of a train, and Huening Kai on the hood of a car. By embracing growing up, they finally have the maturity to embrace all the inner pain they tried to avoid and the inner joy they recklessly sought. That radical acceptance of themselves gives them the power to take on this relentless adult world and to do so, in fact, in impossible new ways. At the climax of the music video, the flames converge together and explode, and the boys are united once more, dancing in the streets. The city bends and distorts around them like a Marvel movie, yet they remain, the only stable thing in the world. And here lies the other powerful truth: They never needed to escape to Neverland to find friendship and magic. Magic lives in their love for each other, and that they will have wherever they go. At the end of the music video, the world rights itself, and the boys laughingly hurry together off the street and towards whatever comes next.

The world today is especially troubling for young people growing up. With its increasing violence, dangerous online world, pandemic, economic recession, a rise of fascism and the destruction of the environment, it is incredibly discouraging for any young person. What hope do they have that it’s worth it to grow up and face the future as it is? It would be easier to escape it altogether. And TXT knows this. Their story is filled with a desperate loneliness and a deep reluctance to face the future.  But TXT also knows that as much as we want to avoid the future, it will come whether we like it or not. So instead, like Peter takes Wendy’s hand and shows her how to fly, TXT takes their listener’s hand and shows them how to face tomorrow. Each step forward becomes a step towards meeting our true selves. Though hardships and heartbreak can’t be avoided, by confronting them head on, we can discover own inner strength and magic. TXT doesn’t promise a bright future, but they do promise that we can shape our reality more than we know. And going beyond Peter and Wendy, who both must ultimately face their destinies alone, Tomorrow x Together are going to, well, face tomorrow together. Because nothing can be so broken so long as we have each other. And for young people growing up in a very broken, cynical world, the belief that this world is, in fact, worth facing as long as we do it together can be very powerful indeed. Peter Pan may be able to fly and fight pirates, but for those of us who choose to grow up, our “awfully big adventure” begins with this simple 2024 lyric from TXT: “I look forward to the miracle that is tomorrow.”

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Dance With Me

The room was dim, the only light coming from the muted glow of the fairy lights strung along the edges of the walls, twinkling softly like distant stars. It was late, much later than it should’ve been. The only sound filling the room was the steady, haunting melody I was playing on the piano.

It wasn’t the kind of music I usually wrote. It wasn’t the kind of music I wanted to write. But tonight, the dark thoughts in my mind and the frustration with the song I couldn’t finish had twisted into something sinister, something raw.

My fingers moved almost mechanically over the keys, playing the same sad, minor chords over and over again. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say with it anymore, but it felt... right in the moment. The loneliness. The ache. The pull of something I couldn’t name.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been playing, but I had lost track of time hours ago. I felt cold. Tired. Empty. And yet, I couldn’t stop.

“Y/N?”

I froze, fingers hovering over the keys as Hueningkai’s voice broke through the fog in my mind. His tone was soft, hesitant. He stepped into the room, his figure a shadow against the light.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I swallowed, trying to blink away the tiredness in my eyes, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of heaviness. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to myself. “Just... working.”

Hueningkai took a step closer, frowning as he glanced at the piano. His gaze softened when he saw the way my hands hovered over the keys. “You’ve been here a while.”

“Yeah. I’m... stuck.”

He didn’t say anything right away, just continued to study me with those warm, brown eyes of his. The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke again.

“Maybe you need to take a break,” he suggested gently. “You’ve been at this for hours.”

I shook my head, hands returning to the keys, the slow, minor tune crawling its way back out of me. “I can’t. I need to finish it. It’s not... right. Not yet.”

He smiled, a small, reassuring smile. Without saying another word, he crossed the room, walking toward the corner where a lamp sat. He flicked the switch, and the room shifted instantly. The harshness of the dark was replaced by a softer, warmer light. The soft golden glow reflected off the walls, the shadows now dancing playfully around us.

“I think you need a change of pace,” he said, turning back to me.

With a sigh, I lifted my hands off the keys and turned toward him, meeting his gaze.

“Come on. Let’s dance. Just for a moment.”

The word dance hung in the air like a question. I almost wanted to roll my eyes. A dance? Really? I was supposed to just get up, move around, and magically feel better? He was kidding, right? I crossed my arms over my chest, a silent challenge.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking back at the piano, “sounds a little cheesy, don’t you think?”

Hueningkai didn’t seem deterred. If anything, he walked towards me, his voice dropping into that playful, coaxing tone that I couldn’t ignore.

“Come on, Y/N. Just one dance. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Just for a few minutes. You deserve it. Trust me, the song will still be here when you’re done. But you need to clear your head, right?”

“You’re not even gonna try?” he asked, a playful challenge in his voice. “Come on, just for me. I promise I won’t make you do anything ridiculous. Just a little bit of movement, get your body in a different rhythm. You might be surprised how much it helps.”

I sighed dramatically, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. But this better not be some sort of... weird exercise routine. I don’t want to end up doing the Macarena or something.”

Hueningkai laughed softly, “Promise,” he said with a wink, offering his hand toward me. “Just a slow dance, okay? No Macarena.”

I reached out, my hand finding his, the warmth of his touch grounding me in the moment. His fingers wrapped around mine, firm but not forceful, and I felt a strange comfort in that simple connection.

Hueningkai pulled me closer, his other hand settling lightly on the small of my back and for a moment, we just stood there, the space between us electric, filled with an energy I hadn’t expected.

“Just follow my lead,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, my gaze flickering to the floor for a brief second, the awkwardness creeping in. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I let him guide me, step by slow step. We moved together, each of us taking a measured step, a quiet back-and-forth rhythm filling the space. The floor beneath our feet felt solid, but everything else seemed to sway, as though the room itself was dancing with us.

I caught myself breathing a little deeper, my chest rising and falling in time with the gentle beat of our movements. His hand on my back was a steady presence, warm and reassuring, and though I felt self-conscious at first, I found my body settling into the flow of it, like a weight being lifted.

“You’re doing fine,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum against the music. “Just relax.”

I looked up at him, and for a second, I forgot about the piano, forgot about the frustration, the loneliness. I was lost in the depth of his eyes, the warmth of his smile. It felt almost surreal, like the rest of the world had quieted down, leaving just us here, moving together in this perfect, unspoken harmony.

His fingers brushed lightly against mine, guiding me in a gentle turn. The movement was smooth, easy, as though it was meant to happen. My body moved with his effortlessly now, our feet finding a rhythm in sync, a quiet dance that felt like the most natural thing in the world. I wasn’t thinking about the music anymore, or the unspoken weight of everything else I’d been carrying. I was just... here.

The silence between us was filled with the soft sounds of our breath, the shuffle of our feet against the floor, and the lingering chords of the song that played in the background.

We swayed a little closer, the moment stretching between us like a quiet understanding, and I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his presence seep into me, melting away the coldness I’d been carrying all night. His face was inches from mine now, his breath warm against my cheek. I could hear the quiet steadiness of his heartbeat, matching the rhythm of the dance.

“See? Told you it’d help,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing my ear. “You just needed to get out of your own head.”

I smiled softly, the ache in my chest easing just a little. “Yeah, you were right,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t so bad.”

His laughter was soft, “I know what I’m talking about sometimes.”

I chuckled, the sound filling the space between us, and he pulled me a little closer, the soft scent of his cologne mingling with the air around us.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of the way my heart was racing. The space between us was gone, and all I could think about were his lips, just inches from mine. My own lips parted slightly, and I felt an inexplicable pull—an irresistible urge to close the distance.

Hueningkai’s gaze flickered down to my lips and without another word, he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against mine before he gently closed the space between us. His lips were soft, tentative at first, as though asking for permission. The world seemed to pause in that breathless moment, as the warmth of his kiss enveloped me. There was a sweetness to it, a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a brief second, I almost pulled away, unsure, but then something inside me loosened. I melted into the kiss, my fingers tightening around his hand, my other hand instinctively resting on his chest. The sensation of him, his warmth, his closeness, felt like the answer to everything I hadn’t known I needed.

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, and I felt his other hand gently cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. His lips moved with a rhythm that matched the dance we’d shared moments before, steady, comforting, but with a growing passion that felt like it was igniting between us.

I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue brushed against mine, and I let out a quiet gasp, my fingers gripping his shirt as if to ground myself. But Hueningkai didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands slid down my back, holding me tighter, pulling me closer as if he was trying to merge our bodies into one.

I gasped again as his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. He pressed soft kisses along the side of my neck, the feeling making my knees weak. His hands moved to my waist, lifting me up with ease, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

Hueningkai set me down gently on the table nearby, his lips returning to mine in an urgent, heated kiss. I was breathless, my pulse thundering in my ears as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if I couldn’t get enough.

His hand slid up my back, his fingertips brushing against my skin, sending a wave of shivers through me. He paused for a second, his lips hovering over mine, his breath uneven as he stared at me, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I pulled him back to me, my lips crashing against his in a kiss that was anything but gentle, as if we were both trying to lose ourselves in each other.

"Ahemmm", Soobin cleared his throat, his voice a little unsure but trying to keep it cool.

I pulled away from Hueningkai, breathless and flushed, and Hueningkai, equally startled, quickly stepped back, his face a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. We both stood there, awkwardly trying to collect ourselves.

“Uh... barbecue’s ready,” he said, his eyes flicking to the side in an attempt to avoid staring at us. His voice had a nervous edge, like he was trying to remain calm, but the surprise was still evident.

Soobin looked at us for a moment longer, eyes flicking between us, before finally turning around and muttering, “I’ll... leave you to it,” and walking out of the room.

I was still trying to catch my breath, the heat from the kiss lingering on my lips. Hueningkai didn’t say anything at first, his eyes lingering on me as if he was trying to decide whether to apologize or if it even needed an apology.

But for now, we didn’t speak. 

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citrus and dark water

muse: choi soobin

setting: modern, non-kpop au, slice of life

word count: 836

a/n: .... hi. uh. here's something I wrote because Soobin was on my brain today. i also didn't proof this but, enjoy!!

“Choi Soobin, are you in there trying to balance shampoo bottles on your head again?”

You press your ear to the thick oak separating you and your husband, the sound of spraying water and suspicious movement making your ears prick. Soobin takes showers no shorter than forty minutes every damn time, but even this was a bit much for him. He hadn’t even sung yet. Is he… okay?

You can’t hear him moving around in the shower or anything, which makes you worry. Thanks to your obsessive, intrusive, and chaotic brain, you’re sure after a few more minutes that Soobin is actually drowning 21 ½ inches deep in the porcelain Clawfoot; or passed out cold on black and white hexagon mosaic tile; or — god forbid — actually, like, fucking injured. Soobin is clumsy on the best of days. That stature of his has gotten him into many a situation and this — this is exactly why you’re worried.

But still. You knock, and nothing.

“Soobin?” You call again, your knocks more feverish after a moment. “Choi Soobin… I do not care if your bare ass is out, if you don’t answer me in under fifteen seconds I will pick this lock using the pocket knife you keep in your Levi’s that you think I don’t know about.”

You think you hear a sudden thud behind the door. Water dripping. And then:

“Soob—fuck!” You screech, coming face to face with your beanstalk of a husband, hair damp and fully dressed.

“Soobin,” you glare. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What was that about my pocket knife?” Your husband asks, lips curling up into a half smile. The air in the bathroom is humid, and heat curls its way out through the doorway, tickling your face. It smells like citrus and something masculine in here. Dark. Musky. Something so distinctly Soobin that it makes your chest clench with familiarity. Soobin quirks a brow now. “I keep telling you I can buy you a matching knife if you really want one that bad.”

“What were you doing in there,” you ask, tone accusatory. “Seeing how long you can hold your breath again—”

“Because if you really are serious about it, I think a pink knife would be cute—”

“I seriously expected to come in and see you asleep on the ground again just like when Yeonjun got you blackout drunk—”

“Or maybe purple. Or blue! Blue would be a nice color for a knife—”

“I know you like to listen to music but jesus fuck Soob, I thought you were going to—”

“I’d just be worried that you’d—”

“Injure yourself!” You both finish at once, eyeing each other suspiciously. You take a deep breath afterward, trying to steady your beating heart. Of course, Soobin is fine. Because Soobin is always fine. This fact alone does nothing for your anxiety.

“I was trimming my hair,” Soobin finally tells you after a few seconds. He angles his long, slim frame a bit to let you see past. In the sink, sure enough, tufts of his honey-brown hair lie dormant. You blink once. Twice. Oh.

“I had my earphones in so I didn’t hear you knocking,” he finishes, reaching out to twist a finger around one of your strands now. He tugs playfully on it. “Figured I should look nice for the lunch.”

“I—heard water,” you say, leaning into his touch. Soobin nods. “I was shaving too. You probably heard the tail end of it, baby.”

You hum and suddenly feel goosebumps trail across your skin. The hot air from the warm tap is fading now, leaving a chill in its wake. “It’s snowing out,” you tell Soobin matter-of-factly, watching as he steps back to tap some aftershave onto his angular jawline.

“I’ll wear a coat. Are you wearing that?”

You hum and look down at your cashmere Burberry. It was a gift from the man standing in front of you, threaded with the finest materials and in the color he loves to see you in the most: a rich, classy blue. When you meet his eyes again, he’s back to smiling.

“Good, you look beautiful. We’re meeting your parents at noon, right?”

“Right,” you say. Soobin finishes at the sink, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before ruffling your hair a bit.

“Okay, baby. Let’s go then, yeah?”

And then the anxiety from earlier is gone entirely. Instead, Soobin holds your hand, leads you out through your living room, and out of your home to the parked red Mini he’s so fond of driving, even if it’s not his.

And you have the sudden, glaring reminder that this is your life. Winter lunches with your husband and family. A man who is so soft and attentive with you, that he knows how to soothe those horrible thoughts of yours in an instant. A life so full of love, you aren’t exactly sure how you got this lucky. 

But it doesn’t matter. Because it’s yours. And it always will be.

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This is definitely not what I had planned for today.

I had decided to go out with my friends to the cinema. It was a sunny day according to the forecasts, and I hoped to have a good time and forget a bit about the tough times and stress of University. But to my surprise, around noon, it started to rain, and the intensity kept increasing. Can the forecast be wrong...?

And everything just got worse from there. My parents called saying they couldn't pick me up, and that's fine, but I hate taking the bus when it's raining. Waiting at the stop wasn't exactly pleasant; if you weren't careful, you could end up completely soaked in dirty water because of reckless drivers speeding through the wet streets, causing the huge puddles by the side of the road to splash onto you, and it's not, precisely, pretty.

I sighed as I waited for the bus, cursing myself for believing in the "nice weather" and not wearing weather-appropriate clothes. If I had known, I would have even brought a coat for the cold.

I watched as an elderly lady stumbled on the wet pavement, and almost immediately, I ran to prevent the accident. While helping the old lady, I saw the bus pass right by me.

I said goodbye to her and nodded as she thanked me, immediately running after the bus, "Wait! Please!" I shouted, hoping to make it stop in the pouring rain. But my shouts were in vain, and I soon stopped, completely drenched.

My blouse clung almost instantly to my body, and I cursed myself for wearing a black bra underneath it. It was clearly visible, in addition to the raindrops trickling down my bare legs and how much my skirt clung to them.

I wanted to cry.

That's when an expensive blue car stopped beside me—or rather, it was moving slowly along the road, as if strolling with me. The window rolled down, revealing a smirk that was both mocking and charming, oh, of course, I should have expected that it would be Choi BeomGyu, the only jerk who loves to show off his father's money from that company.

I completely ignored him, rolled my eyes, and kept walking.

"Hey, gorgeous. Are you sure you don't want to get in? I don't think rain is your strong suit," he said, laughing a bit as I heard him unlock the car.

I had two choices: to get in and dry off or to die of hypothermia from the cold.

Certainly, I'd prefer to die of hypothermia, but BeomGyu's annoying insistence, constantly chanting "get in, get in, get in, get in" while honking the horn from time to time, was getting on my nerves. So, I decided to get in the car.

Once inside, I observed him in more detail: his long hair and those few blonde strands made him look quite attractive, not to mention his penchant for wearing oversized hoodies from some rock band—My Chemical Romance, to be specific— and blue jeans, sometimes ripped or normal but equally baggy, adorned with chains and some rings on his hands.

Shit, if he weren't such a jerk, I'd let him mistreat me in five different ways.

"I see that today definitely wasn't your lucky day. Thank the universe that such a kind guy like me decided to save a damsel in distress like you," he spoke and smiled, glancing briefly at my legs, something I obviously noticed.

I raised an eyebrow, curious about that, and chuckled softly, but I didn't say anything about it.

His perfectly defined, pale, and large hands adorned with some silver rings and others with chain rings were expertly handling the steering wheel with incredible agility; you could tell he was a guy with skilled hands.

"Ugh, I only agreed because you're annoying, otherwise, I would have preferred to stay on the street," I replied, looking out the window. I heard him laugh ironically, but he didn't say anything.

"Yeah, whatever. Take my phone and look up your home address. I decided to be kind just for today, so don't provoke me, sweetheart," he said, his voice becoming more serious. I just rolled my eyes; he always tried to act superior to everyone, which was quite irritating.

But I didn't say anything and decided to obey, taking his phone and unlocking it for him. "Password," I said, and when he stopped at a red light, I saw him smile and chuckle a bit. It was almost as if he enjoyed the fact that I had obeyed him without complaints.

He snatched the phone from my hand and used his fingerprint to unlock it, opening the GPS app, then handed it back to me.

I searched for my home address and handed it to him.

He nodded. "Hold it for a bit, doll, so I can see," he said. I nodded and complied again.

Maybe it was fatigue, but all of this was quite strange. I feel like something was missing between us, something that never fails whenever we talk.

Oh, right, the fights.

Half of the journey was in silence. I don't know why, but I truly believed it would be annoying, as it usually is back at the University. However, I don't complain about the tranquility.

Suddenly, I glanced at the GPS and realized that BeomGyu had taken the wrong turn. "Oh, BeomGyu, you're going the wrong way. My house is that way..." I spoke to him, and he just nodded.

"I know, it's just that there's a store nearby, and believe me, I can't stand seeing you in that state anymore. I need... to cover it up," he said. His voice sounded a bit husky, and then he cleared his throat.

I looked at him, confused. "That state?" I repeated, puzzled, and then I observed myself. Of course, I'm still drenched... this, certainly, amused me. Who would have thought that Choi would succumb so quickly to temptation? I really wouldn't want to sleep with him, but it would be fun to tease and provoke him a bit.

When he parked the car and I saw him taking out his keys, I decided to act. We were in an underground establishment, and there weren't many cars around. I suppose it would be fun to play a little with his desires.

I let out a sigh and walked as quickly as I could to sit on his lap, BeomGyu seemed surprised and confused "What the fuck are you doing...? Get off" he spoke with a frown, I just nodded, but I ignored him, even climbing higher on his legs, riding his member almost as if it belonged to me.

"What will you do if I don't want...?" I murmured while I began to leave playful little kisses on his neck, that's when I felt one of his hands brush one of my thighs, a very light touch that spoke volumes.

"Trust me, for your sake, come down now." He ordered, his voice hoarser and more demanding than before, I ignored him again, continuing with my lips on his neck, beginning to slowly move my hips on his member, creating an exquisite sway, I allowed myself to let out a sigh against his skin when I could feel almost immediately his member under my butt and smiled, I had achieved my goal.

I stopped my movements and tried to get off his lap, but I felt his big hands hold my hip tightly, preventing him from trying to move if I wanted to. my hips on his member, making the movement from before even more exquisite "Now you have to take care of what you woke up princess, and I don't want to see complaints because then it will only make you worse, hmm?" I heard him speak against my neck, his voice was completely demanding and I shuddered when he let a slow lick from my shoulder to my jaw, his hands released my hips to almost immediately take my thighs and squeeze them with some force, spreading my thighs even more. legs as if he wanted to make way for his cock to be between my pussy still with clothes on. I could see how his fingers left small purple marks on my thighs as he moved his hands up to my rear and squeezed lightly.

I couldn't help it, in less than seconds I was already a mess of sighs under him and he hadn't even touched my most sensitive points.

I heard him laugh hoarsely "You totally fell for my game, Y/N. I really could have left you at home to avoid my temptation, but I didn't resist and I needed to test you, making up the cheapest excuse. This store is closed on Fridays and the store they leave it open to the public, so, darling, you didn't play with me, I played with you and believe me, I'll take all of you right now" he spoke as he massaged my buttocks and then gave a slap that made me cry slightly "but, Shh, it's okay. Silent beautiful, I wouldn't want them to take us out of here in the middle of the act because you can't contain your dirty slutty sounds" he added later to start leaving hickeys on my neck, while his hands went up my entire uniform skirt and cheekily touched my behind, while another of his hands went straight to the buttons of my blouse.

He was already letting go, he sighed with each touch and bite he gave, I tried to hold back the little cry that threatened to come out of my throat when I felt his hand squeeze with tortured exquisite delicacy as he unhooked my bra.

"Move your hips" he ordered seriously and with his hoarse voice, with one hand taking my hips and guiding my movements while the other played with my breasts, he brought his mouth to one of them and began to suck and play with his tongue on the tip of my nipple. "G-Gyunnie..." I whimpered his name at the pleasant sensation, but I couldn't be satisfied, I wanted more, I needed more from him.

He separated his mouth from my chest and made a few hickeys under each of them, before licking his lips and looking at me with a leering smile "Yes, Baby Doll? Remember to be silent my love, I see you completely a mess and still I haven't been able to try my fingers on you..."

I nodded, and released a content sigh "I need... I need more" I barely murmured, and stopped the movements that guided my hips. "Further..?" He asked smiling and I nodded.

"Fine, but for this I need you to be obedient, yes my love?" I nodded. "Let's go to the back" he ordered him and I without saying anything went to the back seats, BeomGyu followed me and sat on the seat. "Get on your knees in front of the glass, don't worry, they're tinted windows" I nodded and obeyed, I appreciated that the back seats were quite wide "place both hands on the glass my love" He ordered again, his voice strangely sweet.

And in that position, I heard how BeomGyu removed all his rings from his hands and left them on the front seats of the car, to then feel how his hands slowly went up behind my thighs towards my butt, then lowering my panties and raising all my skirt, exposing my entire ass to him, he hit him and I let out a small moan between pain and satisfaction "Shut up, little dolls don't talk" and automatically bit my lips to make silence.

My breath quickened when I felt him play with the entrance of my butt, brushing his fingers there "Be quiet" he asked sweetly again and I nodded, when I felt two of his fingers penetrate my butt without warning, stimulating there by removing a Little his fingers inside me, I bit my lip so hard to avoid moans of so much satisfaction that I drew a little blood, soon he began to penetrate me with his fingers and my already wet pussy felt it throb, while my behind it tightened around his fingers, damn it, he needed his cock.

He chuckled "look, how needy you are of me, isn't this beautiful doll?" I heard him say when he took his fingers out of my butt. "But... we'll leave this here for today, you still don't deserve my dick"

I widened my eyes in surprise, was he really going to leave me like this? No, no, no, you can't, he refused me.

I immediately settled back and watched him, noticing that he was cleaning the liquid that I left on his hands to put the rings back on "W-will you leave me... like this?" I asked with some disappointment, he just laughed and winked at me.

"I have to go buy things, you fix yourself up. But it was fun to see you so... miserable in front of me, my marks are now all over your body..." he spoke and smirked.

"You said it was closed on Fridays" he accused, annoyed, he really couldn't be more of a son of a bitch.

"Oops, double deception cutie" he said with amusement and got out of the car, leaving me there in my mess.

This was a fucking robbery.

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[hy2ka]

TAEHYUN, good boy gone bad minisode2: thursday's child comeback show

[piercethehue]

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pale blue tears well in my eyes because of you

[yawn-junn]

𐙚Kai Boyfriend Head Cannons𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

𐙚Special Thanks Too: Kai, Txt

𐙚Note: hey y'all! Inspiration struck so this wasn't requested (I don't think)

𐙚CW: mentions of hickies : mentions of belly fat : mentions of kissing :

𐙚Taglist: @mxlly143

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𐙚Everyone knows this but he's a HUGE cuddle bug.

𐙚He loves when your belly has a little bit of fat on it, he loves rubbing and squeezing it unless it makes you uncomfortable.

𐙚Huge sucker for forehead kisses, he melts at em OH! And cheek kisses.

𐙚His laugh is extremely loud, so if you have sensitive ears he'll try to cover your ears before laughing.

𐙚MATCHING PLUSHIES!!!!

𐙚And matching pajamas, and head bands. He just likes matching cute stuff with you.

𐙚He loves playing with your hair or hands, or your cheeks (face) he'll sometimes accidentally squeeze too hard he'll feel super bad after and pamper you.

𐙚When he's jealous he'll get super pouty and super cute.

𐙚Sometimes he'll be upset over MOA's and his members treating him like a child, so he'll pout and complain.

𐙚He loves when you get your nails done, he just likes to look at pretty colors and designs.

𐙚If you go to the nail tech or paint them at home his face is 1000099% in the way of everything he finds it satisfying seeing the colors go on.

𐙚If you accidentally hurt yourself he'll baby you till no tomorrow.

𐙚Hickies aren't his thing really, and if there are some they'll be on your stomach, but he doesn't really like them on him.

𐙚If your sad he'll make one of his plushies "talk" to you and let out your frustrations.

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[riensaur]

✨magical girl✨