#beom hang

[calekinnieplus]

Star Instructor, Master Baek !!

The MC is so silly lmao. Reminds me of them ⬇️

The backstory of being a bad guy and being on the good side now, acting like a silly guy ⬆️

"Didn't mean to become a good professor, but since I'm already here, I'll be the best" vibes ⬆️

Not just the design and the Murim setting, but Something about them seems similar to me. Their attitude? IDK THE VIBES ARE THERE

From evil sect in his first life to helping people in his second life ⬆️

Basically, I like this manhwa so far hehe

It's a chill read, with good art and the basic academia in murim cliché

[tiredhuman97]

currently me to the new hired encoder i'm teaching rn

[k-star-holic]

⁇ ⁇ ⁇ seojin bak ⁇ crown ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ Are you looking at Ahn Sung Hoon? ⁇ ⁇

[aduh0308]

i'll make you stay [huening kai]

kinktober 2024 !! summary: when a day on the beach with your friends turns into you getting stranded alone on an island, the last thing you expect is a fairy boy to come out of the shadows. genre: fairy au, smut warnings: fairy!hyuka, telepath!kai, dubcon (at times), corruption, dom!kai, sub!reader, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, piv sex, unprotected sex, possessive breeding kink, masturbation (f. receiving), slight dumbification, lots of touching, he calls reader “darling”, “pretty” and “pretty girl”, reader’s shorter than him, they bathe together, cuddling, they fuck on the ground, fingering, slight overstim (f. receiving), dacryphilia, references to kai being some sort of immortal word count: 7.6k 🎧 — venice bitch (lana del rey) + I want to (rosenfeld) + aphrodite (RINI) + bambi (baekhyun) + sugar rush ride (txt) tagging: @stolasisyourparent @boba-beom @prince-jjae @yoseicour @wand3rlustm3

They told you to stay off that island. 

Everyone knew something was off about it— the ones who came back were never the same again, mumbling about an ominous “them” who hid in the woods on the island. No one knew who the victims were talking about, but it was enough to form urban legends that spread further than just the borders of your small coastal town. 

You didn’t believe the stories. It was just superstition, there was probably something there that people didn’t want found. 

And that belief is exactly how you find yourself stranded on that island.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“Get on, loser!”

Your best friend grins at you from the front of a jet ski. It’s her beach house you’re at this summer— her family’s wealthy. Wealthy enough that they have four houses scattered across the country. 

You slide onto the back of the jet ski, and she speeds after the other four of your friend group. The rush of air flings your hair out of your face, the spray of the sea dotting your skin. You’ve always loved being at this house. It’s right on the shore, and the sound of the waves rolling against the sand is calming at night. Especially because sometimes, when it’s raining, it’s so loud that it drowns out the sound of two of your friends railing.

“Hey, Lila!” You shout in the ear of your best friend. “We should go to that island!”

She cocks her head to show she’s heard you. “Which one?” Her voice is almost lost to the wind but you manage to catch a faint whisper of her sentence.

“You know, the one.”

Lila turns around to smile at you. The look on her face is dangerous, and you grip her waist when she speeds up to pass the others. You can hear her yelling to them but choke on a mouthful of her long, sleek hair that she’s let down for once in her life.

You have no idea how your other friends can understand her when you’re right behind her and can barely hear what she’s saying, but soon, all three jet skis are skimming the water towards the island.

It certainly doesn’t look scary from here. It’s not a very big island, maybe a few square miles and thick with lush trees. As you get closer, you do notice that it seems devoid of any and all life. No noises of animals traipsing through the undergrowth, barely a rustle in the trees.

But other than that, it seems normal.

All six of you hop off the jet skis into knee-high water and step towards the island. You’re the least cautious of them all— Liam is in the very back, practically standing still. He rakes a hand through his red shock of hair. “I might stay here, guys… I’m not into getting abducted by whatever’s in there today.”

“It’s fine, let’s leave him here!” calls Julie, already ahead of you.

The sand slides between your toes as you pad up the length of the beach, and eventually it turns to leaves and twigs. Lila grips your arm, hissing in pain. “Fuck, maybe we should go back. I’m getting stabbed here.”

“You can go, I wanna find out what exactly scares people off this island…” You move to brush through a hanging curtain of branch, but an odd, buzzing noise in your ear stops you.

Everyone else around you stalls in their tracks. There’s no doubt; they hear it too, you know it.

And all of a sudden, it’s as if there’s a single breath in your ear, and a voice coos, “I’d listen to your friend, darling, I don’t think you’re ready to find us..~”

Behind you, Oliver, the designated stone man of the group, lets out an unearthly squeak and turns to run the other direction. 

Before you know it, you’re left all alone, sprinting back to the beach. You catch the tail end of your friends booking it back to the mainland.

And just like that, you’re alone.

With nothing. No phone— your one piece bathing suit and biker shorts didn’t allow anything bigger than car keys. Which are fucking useless now, there’s no way to get to your car.

You take a second to gather your bearings, sitting on a fallen tree near a small creek that winds its way into the ocean. This is fine. It’s fine! Your friends will tell someone you’re here and they’ll come and get you. You’ll be okay.

But as the sun goes down, your hopes go down with it.

It’s mid-July, the air should be warm and humid, not whatever this cold-plunge type weather is. Goosebumps pelt every inch of your skin that’s exposed. You’re seriously regretting not wearing your button down as a cover up.

You wrap your arms around yourself and lean back against a tall oak tree. The bark scratches your bare skin but that’s the least of your worries. If you’re here for longer than a day, without food or water, that’s not going to be good at all. 

But you trust your friends. They’ll come back! It’ll just take them a second. You can almost hear Lila chiding Liam for staying behind. 

A glance at your wristwatch lets you know that it’s almost 10 o’clock. At night.

Standing to walk inland is maybe not the best decision you’ve ever made. But you need to get warm, and moving is the only way to do that at this point. Each step causes dead leaves to crunch beneath your bare feet. The air is thick with the scent of decaying flora, must and dirt winding their way up your senses. It’s more than a little unexpected— you usually didn’t smell things like this until at least October.

One of your steps lands wrong. With a sharp gasp, your ankle rolls over a thick twig and you fall to the cold ground. Dirt clings to your skin in uncomfortable clumps. Brushing it off, you attempt to stand. Pain shoots up your lower leg, your heart pounding in your ears, and you’re not surprised when your limb buckles beneath you.

Well, this is just great. Stranded on an island with some weird telepathic creepo on it, you don’t have any supplies, and now you can’t even walk. You’re fucked.

And holy shit, your ankle really hurts. Sharp spikes of pain and you’re barely moving it.

A rustle in the bush behind you sends panic up your abdomen and you snap your head in the direction of the noise. Nothing comes into vision in the darkness your eyes have barely adjusted to. But once again, it’s as if someone’s taking a breath to speak in your ear, and the same voice from before projects itself into your mind.

“Darling, that ankle of yours looks bad… I can fix it, if you’d like. I promise I won’t hurt you...”

What the fuck? You must be making things up. There’s no way you’re hearing voices, that’s insane. Is this what happened to the people who came back from this place?

There’s a little chuckle in your ear and you whip your head around again.  “The ones you’re thinking of had bad run-ins with the rest of us. I am not going to hurt you. However, I can’t speak for the rest of them.”

The voice is almost… boyish. In a way. Not too deep, almost familiar, and you find yourself drawn to it in a way that is entirely unexpected.

But something prickles at the back of your mind. “The rest of them?” You speak aloud for the first time in what feels like ages.

“There are five of us, but only two of them are ones you really have to worry about. The rest… well, it all depends on you. If you let me take care of you, I swear to not let them touch you.”

A shiver runs course up your back. “You can… help me?”

“Even better. I can heal you. It’s kind of my specialty.”

You don’t want to accept help from this strange voice. But, even now, the pain is almost unbearable and there are spots swimming in your vision. “Please.”

“I’ll come and find you, darling. Stay put for me, alright?”

You scoff. “Like I can even move.”

There’s no response. After five minutes go by, you begin to believe you’d imagined the whole thing.

But a shadowy outline of a figure grows in the distance and your heart pounds in your throat. The silhouette is tall, broad, and fear creeps into your veins for the second time tonight. Big men are automatically scary— whether they actually are once they open their mouths depends on the individual.

But the boy who peeks between the branches of your hiding spot flashes you a small, genuine-seeming smile, and it calms your worries immediately. “Found you.”

His gaze drops to your swollen ankle. “May I..?” You nod quickly, and his hand meets the hot skin so gently you can barely feel the touch. Your skin grows warmer and warmer under his fingers, which are long and slender (not that you notice), and the throbbing of your ankle lessens the longer he’s touching you. Before it goes away entirely, he draws back.

“If I do any more, it won’t stay healed.” He stands and extends a hand to you. When he pulls you up to your full height, you notice that he’s even taller than he’d seemed from afar. At least 180 centimeters, he towers over you.

You put little weight on the ankle for fear of the pain returning, but the boy leads you farther into the woods and you’re forced to. Surprisingly so, it doesn’t hurt like before— not all the way better, no, but there’s barely anything there. 

“Who are you?” With the pain gone, your earlier skepticism is able to return. 

“My name’s Kai.” 

That’s all he offers, and if it weren’t for the fact that, deep down, you’re still a bit scared, you’d push him for more of an answer. But instead you dutifully follow him, hand still in his. His touch is warm, comfortable, with the tips of his slightly calloused fingers tracing soft circles on the back of your palm almost mindlessly.

“Where are you taking me?” You say after a few minutes of what seems like aimless wandering through the woods.

“To where we live. The others won’t be there, they’re out for right now. You have a few days before they come back, and hopefully you’ll be on your way by then.”

“You live in here?” It’s getting stranger the more you think about it. Five people, living in the middle of the woods on an island, who can do some sort of magic, and everyone who’s come back from meeting them has been so frazzled they could barely speak.

But Kai said he isn’t the problem, it’s the other four. And as long as you steer clear of them, you should be fine. In theory.

You step into a clearing. You don’t realize what it is at first— it’s too dark to see anything other than what’s right in front of you. But the ground underfoot changes from sticks and debris to soft, padded grass that only tickles the bottoms of your feet.

Kai stops and you stop too. “You can sleep here tonight. There’s enough room since the others are away. I’ll keep an eye on your ankle, okay?” His hand lingers on your waist for just a moment too long, and your cheeks grow hot.

Now that there’s light from the waxing moon above, you can see the boy standing next to you, and what you see makes your jaw go slack.

You’d been hoping he was at least a little bit attractive. It’d make this whole ‘rando-in-the-woods’ thing a lot easier. But he’s ridiculously hot. Messy brown hair he brushes out of his face with one big hand, a shoulder line that has you swallowing thickly, and a cute, slightly upturned nose with a little bump at the top.

You might not be so scared anymore.

You can only nod at his offer, heart going so fast that you can hear it in your ears. Kai leads you to a circle of hammocks tied between thick trees. “You get pretty crafty with nothing to do,” he laughs and holds one of them in a hand so you can get in.

It’s not as bad as the appearance suggests. Sure, the wound fibrous string that’s been woven together to form the shell of the hammock presses into your back. But it’s definitely better than nothing.

You fall asleep within seconds, acutely aware of how Kai’s gaze still rests on your form with a weight not at all uncomfortable. The extent of what exactly has happened in the past twenty-four hours doesn’t hit you until you wake. It’s early— with no blinds or curtains to block the sun’s rays, you’re up just after dawn.

Kai’s not there. 

You didn’t expect him to be, necessarily, but it would be nice to have some company. Especially because you can’t exactly go exploring in your current state.

Your stomach growls with a slight twist of hunger. You tamp down the feeling, but not having eaten since breakfast the day before typically has an effect on the human body. You wonder if Kai feels hunger like a normal person. He certainly looks regular. But regular people aren’t usually able to heal something with a single touch of a hand. And they definitely aren’t able to project their thoughts into your head.

A crack of a breaking twig behind you has anxiety curling in the pit of your stomach, right beside the emptiness that your lack of food has left behind. Kai had said that the only thing you really needed to worry about were the others like him, and you certainly haven’t heard a single sign of life during your brief time on the island.

You curl up in a ball as some sort of feeble protection. It doesn’t offer much. It doesn’t offer anything, really. But if you can’t see the impending threat, it’s less of a problem. (You’re being stupid.)

“What are you doing?” 

The voice comes from behind you and you sigh in relief at the familiarity. It’s not some sort of crazy being that Kai’s alluded to.

“Nothing. Did you break a stick?” You avoid looking at him. He’s barely wearing anything— shorts and a tattered sweater that doesn’t even close all the way. You can see hints of the lines of his body through the fabric.

“Yeah, on accident. I tripped a little.” The tips of his ears go red and you stifle a small giggle. “I brought breakfast.”

He empties the pockets of his shorts, and before you know it, there’s a pile of fresh berries sitting on the ground in front of you. You slide out of the hammock. “You didn’t have to…”

He shrugs. “You’re my guest. It’s the polite thing to do.”

Kai sits beside you and shifts to take a look at your ankle. The sugary sweetness of a strawberry melts on your tongue at the exact moment his fingers meet your skin, and the sudden assault on your senses has your cheeks growing hot. He’s warm— too warm. Almost fever-like, but you attribute it simply to the fact that he’d been scavenging for food only a few moments before.

You sit in silence, but it’s comfortable. You’ve never been able to do this with someone; there’s always been a need to be talking at all times, whether that was coming from you or one of your friends. But with Kai, it’s natural. Goosebumps form everywhere on your exposed skin that he’s not touching, and after a few minutes, he pulls away once more. “You’ll be fine after a few more days. Hopefully by then your friends will have sent someone looking for you.”

“Hopefully.” You pick at the dried mud on your elbow, and Kai notices your dirt-covered state.

“Would you like to clean yourself up? There’s a freshwater spring only about a three minute walk from here.”

The offer is too good to pass up. You shovel the last of the berries in your mouth in a manner that is both unladylike and embarrassing, but you couldn’t care less.

Kai’s hand makes its way to your waist when you stand, as if to steady you. You’re grateful for the support. Your ankle is most definitely not back to normal yet, and you’d rather not fall flat on your face in front of this fine-ass man. 

The wall of trees and bushes eventually thins back out to open air. You gape at the sight before you. A waterfall rushes down from an overhanging rock cliff about twenty feet overhead into a pool that’s surprisingly crystal-clear. It’s fucking beautiful.

He leads you to the edge of the water and turns automatically to allow you to strip your clothes off. You contemplate keeping your bathing suit on for a moment, but decide you’d rather not get a yeast infection from staying in it once it’s wet.

You wade into the water, enjoying the way gentle ripples circle away from you. Slipping beneath it, you’re surprised by the way the cold liquid covers you entirely despite the low turbidity. 

You let Kai know it’s okay to turn around, but his sudden request to join you sets off an unfamiliar ache between your thighs. You nod nonetheless, turning to give him privacy despite his assurance that you can look if you’d like.  

It’s not like you don’t want to. 

The little voice in your head surprises you. It’s not like how it is when Kai’s inside your mind, not at all. But the confession of your conscience has the blood rushing to a part of you that you’d rather not think about. Especially not in the presence of him.

You turn around once you hear a quiet splash of him entering the pool. His entire bare torso is exposed to you above the water, and you have to focus on not letting your eyes wander. A quick glance here and there is certainly acceptable, but outright staring is embarrassing.

You scrub at the dirt lining your arms from the previous night’s fall. Kai’s looking at you with a faint smile on his face. It’s borderline predatory, the way he’s watching you, but you convince yourself it must be a trick of the light.

He dips his head under the water, coming back up to fling his hair out of his face, and the water droplets catch the light so perfectly it’s like they’re sparkling. The sheen of water on his skin makes him almost look like he’s glowing from within, and you have to catch your breath, feigning disinterest, because he’s fucking beautiful.

“So,” you say. “How come you and your friends live here?”

Kai doesn’t respond. He only swims a little closer to you, close enough that your bare leg brushes his underwater. His eyes flick from yours, to your lips, then to the top of your exposed chest. It’s just a brief, momentary look and you could swear you’d imagined it because he’s back to normal in seconds.

He ignores your question, but raises an arm to gently touch your hairline. “You’ve got some dirt…”

The single touch sends tingles up your back and you try your best to ignore it. “Thanks,” you manage. Your voice comes out as a croak and you mentally curse yourself for becoming a mess in the presence of him.

He moves behind you to wash your hair as best he can, and the concentrated look on his face that you catch when you look back at him has you giggling internally. When he’s done, deeming his work good enough, he settles himself in front of you again, just looking at you. The lines of his body are on full display to you like this— you have to resist pressing a hand to the broad plane of his chest. The intimacy of it all hits you like a truck and you hunch your shoulders to preserve some sort of modesty.

Your time together in the pool ends a few moments later when you start shivering. Because fuck, the water is freezing. You press your lips together in frustration when you try to pull back on your bathing suit. It sticks to your skin like it’s made of latex, and no matter how much you try, you can’t hike it up and over your shoulders.

“Kai?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you… come help me with this?”

You listen to the water sloshing as he gets out. There’s a rustling as he pulls back on his own clothes, and then he’s sidling up behind you. His hands meet your back, and once again, you’re in shock at how warm he is. He’s radiating heat off of him like the fireplace in your best friend’s house. He pulls the straps over each of your shoulders in turn, straightening out the fabric, and if it weren’t for how brief the touch was, you’d think that his hand grazing your tit was on purpose.

“Let’s go back?” He suggests, hand finding your waist once more. This time, however, it’s dangerously low, almost reaching the hem of your low-waist shorts.

You let him lead you back to the clearing, mind wandering to the way his skin against yours has you feeling. More than a little “hot under the collar”, the phrase Lila uses too much about her boyfriend. You’d never understood what that really meant until now.

You and Kai spend the rest of the day together, and the fact that he’s always touching you is exceedingly acute when he leans his head against your thigh while you eat dinner. He’d gotten a fire going, and the both of you are lying against a tree with the heat right in front of you. His hair tickles your exposed skin and you laugh a little bit, tentatively raking a hand through the silky strands. He only hums in approval and shifts so he’s facedown in your lap.

His new position has you freezing like a deer in headlights. Kai’s face is practically in your… lady bits, and your inner prude is shying away a little bit at the touch. At the same time, the touch is setting off something in your lower stomach that is insatiable. The same throb between your thighs from this morning is back, stronger than before, and you’re trying to tighten your legs around it without him noticing.

But Kai slips a hand between your thighs in a way that seems almost accidental, and it satiates the ache just a little bit. He doesn’t say anything, just lets his fingers press perfectly against your pussy. There, you said it. 

It’s not like you’ve never touched yourself before. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you at all. But you’ve never felt the need to, like this. It was more of a pastime, less of a desire. In fact, you’d never understood the meaning of desire until this moment right here.

There’s an expectation in the back of your mind that Kai will make a further move, but he doesn’t. Only rests there, eyes closed like he’s entirely unaware of what exactly his touch is doing to you.

But you pretend like you don’t feel it, focusing instead on the way the flickering light of the flame casts dancing shadows of the rises and falls of his face. Changing him into some sort of ghastly creature, but it’s still endearing all the same. 

The sun’s light has long since left you, and once again the threat of what lies in the dark seems daunting as ever. A shift of the hand between your legs draws you back to reality from your typical never-ending loop of overthinking. You’re just fine. This beautiful boy is settled between your legs, and he’s already said that nothing can hurt you while he’s here.

“Should we go to bed? You’re falling asleep here in my lap…” You laugh, looking down at him with a small smile.

He shakes his head, grip tightening on your inner thigh, and you laugh. You settle back against the tree once more with a sigh.

After about an hour, your watch tells you it’s midnight, and you coax Kai from his place on you. “It’s time. I’m tired, Kai.”

He reluctantly sits back on his heels, running a hand over his face, and helps you once more into the hammock. 

“Goodnight,” you whisper into the dark.

The response comes from inside your head, but it’s unmistakably him. 

“Good night, darling.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

There’s a rustle in the bushes and your attention snaps to it immediately. Through the darkness, you catch sight of something, and sweet, familiar panic crawls its way up your throat. Four shadowy figures move towards you in the dark in inhuman ways, twitching and writhing like they’re being possessed. As they get closer, their faces come into focus. They look familiar, but you can’t quite place it, only sitting, paralyzed, in your fear. Well, I guess this is how I die…

With a jolt, you snap out of your dream, chest heaving. You let out a shriek when you see that Kai’s sitting above you, but you calm almost immediately upon realizing it’s him. 

“I’m so sorry, pretty, would’ve gotten you out of there sooner if I’d realized…” He strokes the hair off of your forehead, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

And all of a sudden, the sudden exit from your dream makes sense. He’d managed to take you out of your nightmare. And now he’s projecting some of your happiest moments to the forefront of your mind, to make up for the fear that the dream had caused. You’d forgotten he was telepathic. It still scares you just a little bit, to know he could see every one of your thoughts, but right now you just want to thank him. 

“Will you sleep with me?” You whisper, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“Of course.” His response is barely legible, just a quick exhale, and he slips behind you so fast it’s almost as if he’s been waiting for you to ask all night.

Kai’s hand rests on your hip to pull you closer to him, so close that you can feel the soft rise and fall of his torso when he breathes. 

“Will you tell me about your friends? The ones I have to worry about?” You place your hand on top of his, mindlessly guiding it a little higher, up and under the sweatshirt of his that he’s let you borrow. Woah— what the fuck has given you this sort of confidence? You’ve never been the type to come off this strong with someone you think is hot.

But if Kai notices your eagerness for his touch, he doesn’t show it. He only takes a deep breath and tells you. “Their names are Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun. They’re all older than I am, though I don’t think that matters much when you’re as old as we are. The ones you need to watch out for most are Beomgyu and Taehyun. Now, remember, that doesn’t mean that Yeonjun and Soobin are innocent. They’ve done their fair share of terrorizing. But the other two are different. They play mind games. It’s fun for them, to watch people slowly lose their sanity. They like to prove how fragile the human mind is. A little push here, a little nudge there, and now they’re ruined.” He noses along the line of your neck. “But you don’t have to worry about them. I won’t let them hurt you.”

You nod, falling to that line between sleep and consciousness. Somewhere in your foggy state you comprehend Kai’s hand moving to cup your tit, but you don’t have a response, only scooting closer to him.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The next morning, you wake like that. Except for the fact that now his other hand is down the waistband of your pants. 

You don’t mind, you realize. You should be completely and utterly turned off by this, but every thought running through your mind is need for him. All you can hope is that he’s still sleeping and can’t hear your thoughts.

There’s no movement from him, just the sound of his soft breathing, and you relax again. Through the thin, tattered shirt that he’s wearing you can feel the slight ridges of muscle that lie beneath his skin. That, combined with the way Kai’s hand is parallel with your probably dripping cunt, is making your brain go fuzzy.

About twenty minutes later, he stirs behind you, a small ‘good morning’ falling from his lips. If he notices the way you’re shaking against him from holding back, it doesn’t show.

Kai only sits, retracting his hands, and slides off the hammock. “I’ll go get breakfast, and then we can go back to the pool?”

You agree, and he wanders his way off into the woods. He stays there for almost half an hour, and you busy yourself with pressing the palm of your hand against the ache between your legs. There’s a noise from behind you and you jump, pulling your hand back from underneath your pants. 

Kai doesn’t seem to see your flushed state, only gesturing for you to come over and sit beside him. Once again, breakfast is an assortment of berries, and you pop one in your mouth, leaning your head against his shoulder. You converse politely all throughout your meal— it seems as if the both of you are dancing around the topic of this morning’s waking position. 

He leads you to the edge of the pool just like the day before, hand on your waist despite his previous proclamation that your ankle is almost back to normal. Kai turns to allow you the modesty of privacy, and assures you once more that it’s perfectly fine if you want to look at him. 

This time, you almost take him up on his offer. 

You’re not perverted, no, you don’t dare look when he’s tugging his shorts down and off of his hips. But you do peek a little when he strips off his shirt, the muscles of his back flexing in a way that does nothing to quell the burn between your legs.

Your knees knock together when you turn to find him now halfway submerged underwater, torso on full display. Thoughts that you didn’t even know you were capable of thinking are dancing through your mind. You try and shove them down, because, fuck, you don’t want him knowing what you’re imagining doing together.

Kai splashes you with a little bit of water, and you laugh, returning the action. It eventually turns into a full-fledged water fight that ends with the both of you leaning against each other in fits of giggles.

You’d managed to distract yourself from the prospect of Kai’s skin against yours, but now that it is, and he’s looking at you the same way he did yesterday, with that animalistic glint in his eyes, you can’t tamp down your thoughts at all.

You should be smacking his hand away when it finds your thigh under the water, but you let it stay. Because it sure as hell feels good to be… wanted, maybe? It feels different. It’s always your friends who are deemed the prettiest, the ones worthy of the male gaze and the attention that follows. You never thought you were ugly. The opposite, actually. You had off days of course, days where you felt like you maybe were unworthy of the touch of the opposite sex. But for the most part, you felt at least pretty. But, you told yourself, there’s a difference between what you think and what your crush thinks. Now, however, it doesn’t matter, because here’s this hot guy right in front of you and he seems like he wants you.

Oh shit. You’d just had this whole inner monologue, and now Kai’s expression is nothing but cocky. He’s heard everything, you can tell. A little bit of panic bubbles up from your chest at the fact that if he heard that, now he knows how you’ve been thinking about him, how you’d do anything to have his lips on yours, skin against skin, and why the fuck are you thinking about it now that you know he’s inside your mind?

He smiles softly at your inner torment, noting the moment you manage to tune out all the thoughts you’d been thinking only seconds before. Only one remains, as if on purpose. I need him.

“Can you hear what I’m thinking?” you whisper, cheeks hot. 

“Darling… I can hear you loud and clear.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s cute, how you’ve been looking all innocent, but every single one of your thoughts are so dirty. Is this how you usually are?”

He doesn’t even have to ask— he already knows that the answer is no. Because he knew it was all because of him. The touches that you had thought were accidental, the first few images in your head of how it’d be to have him inside you… He’d put those thoughts there, hoping your fragile mind would latch onto them and start the spiral of need that’s gotten you to where you are now. But you don’t need to know that. As far as you’re concerned, every bit of want for him is self-induced. 

Kai can feel your mind running wild when he presses his lips to yours. He’s never felt someone go this incoherent, like their brain is one big keyboard smash. You were one of the easier ones. Thank god he’d gotten to you and not one of the others, they’d have a hell of a time playing with you. 

His hand finds its way to the burn between your thighs, and the touch is little relief. You whine against his mouth, pulling away to whisper, “Make it go ‘way, please…”

Kai doesn’t have to ask what you mean. He grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the water, laying you down on the shirt of his that’s laid out on top of the warm rocks. He doesn’t want anything hurting you while he takes you all for himself.

The ache in the pit of your stomach is back and it’s insatiable. Desire winds up every inch of your trembling body, hot and hungry for more. Kai presses consoling kisses to your neck when you reach to drag him down to you. “Patience, darling. It’s no fun if I just take you now…”

You nod frantically, hand flying to your pussy, because if he won’t touch you, you have to. But your own touch does nothing to quench the craving for him that’s settled itself under your skin.

Kai’s looking down at you with that predatory look again, a smirk twitching the corners of his lips at the way you’re so desperate for the relief he’s not giving you. He’s convinced that he’ll let you struggle like this for a moment before helping you out— what’s the harm in playing with your food before you eat it? But a whimper of his name combined with the look of pure desperation on your face has him throwing his morals to the wind.

Slender fingers slipping between your gummy walls, his eyes blow out wide. “You’re fucking soaked, darling..” His voice is practically a whisper, like he’s too surprised to talk properly.

You cover your face in embarrassment. You feel so vulnerable, laid out before him like this. The sun-warmed rock beneath you soaks into your skin and fills you with a cozy feeling that grows at the touch of Kai on your body. His fingers press perfectly against the spots inside you that only you knew were there— the fact that he’s found them so quickly makes you go weak.

The writhing in the pit of your stomach only increases with his pace, and a begging mewl slips past your lips when his calloused fingertip meets your throbbing clit. Hips bucking up towards his hands, trying your best to chase your high, Kai allows it. Your face screws up in pleasure and your whole body quivers under him when you cum. Little squeaks of his name fall from your lips when he doesn’t stop, too lost in the way you look like this. So ruined under him already, and he’s barely even touched you.

“C-can’t, Kai, t’ much!” you gasp, tears of mixed pain and pleasure wetting your lashes.

“It’s okay darling, just give me one more, then you’ll be ready to take me, alright?” He presses a kiss to your hot cheek, eyes sparkling at the way you nod silently, eager to please him.

Your walls convulse around his digits once more, a whine slipping past the lips you have pressed tight together. Kai coos praises in your ear, free hand stroking the hair out of your face, and he finally relieves you of his fingers.

The loss of contact has you pouting, but the ache between your thighs is already back, and stronger than before. “Please, make it go away, hurts!”

He frowns mockingly down at you, tugging at his cock once. “It hurts, darling?” You nod quickly, and he nods back at you. “Alright, I’ll make it go away…”

The head of his cock grows your entrance and he lets out a hiss. Fuck, he hasn’t felt a pussy as good as yours in decades. You’re warm and tight around him, greedy walls sucking him in so perfectly. You feel like heaven.

He doesn’t notice your small whimper of pain until a moment later, and he looks down at you in concern. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“T’ big, can’t take it…” You look like you could cry. “‘M sorry, want to, want to so bad.”

Kai stops his movements entirely, kissing up your neck while he waits for you to get adjusted to the sheer size of him. He knows he’s big— most people who come to the island struggle to take him. So he has no qualms about letting you take a moment to ready yourself.

He feels the exact moment you relax against him. It’s as if your whole body lets out one big exhale of pleasure, and your jaw drops open in surprise at the fact that this can actually feel good. Better than good. He fills you up like nothing you’ve felt before. Even the toys you’ve tried before haven’t made you feel like this.

It’s like a new state of bliss washes over you, the sensation no longer painful at all. Kai smiles down at you when you manage to open your eyes, and his fingers trace hearts on your hips. “Back with me?”

A small jerk of a nod gives him all he needs to know, and he starts up a pace that at first comes across as sweet to you, but just becomes frustratingly little. You want more than this— you need more than this. You don’t dare voice your thoughts out loud, but Kai’s settled himself in your mind once more and answers without provocation.

His hips snap against yours with a new aggressiveness that makes your head spin, spots dancing across your vision. Nothing crosses your mind other than the thought of how good he’s making you feel. He fits inside you like he’s made for you, like a lock and a key.

Kai’s lips quirk at this thought. It’s not like he disagrees. No, not at all. In fact, your analogy has his own mind reeling. You look so perfect under him like this, tears streaking your cheeks and dripping off onto the rocks beneath you, he could keep you forever. And that’s not something he thinks often.

You’re not faring well with Kai inside you, and your ruined state only gets worse when he speeds up once more. Pace turning from quarter notes to eighth notes, his thrusts are rough and deep. You can feel his tip kissing your cervix with every forward rock of his hips, and that realization is enough to have you teetering on the edge of your orgasm for the third time.

“Don’t cum yet, pretty, barely been fucking you for five minutes…” he tsks at your pathetic behavior. You tighten desperately around him, a choked sob wrenching itself from your throat at his words. Because he’s telling you not to cum, yet he’s still fucking into you at such an brutal pace that you’re sure if there were any animals on this island, they’d all be scared away from the sound of his hips meeting yours.

Ragged breaths leave your lips and Kai is quick to reclaim them, mumbling against you with a smile, “Couldn't stay away from me, could you? Pretty girl's only been here for a few days and she's already tight around my dick..."

Hot shame winds up your neck and face and he notices the change to your thoughts, kissing you again, breath mixing with yours. “Didn’t mean it like that, love the way you need me s’ bad. Need you too, can’t you tell?”

You nod, head lolled back when he tugs your torso up towards his to get better access to your cunt. Something about your expression is going to haunt him, he can tell. Eyebrows furrowed together and upwards, mouth hanging open in a perpetual scream… Yeah, he won’t be forgetting you. 

Nor does he want to. You’re different from the other’s who have been here before— they’ve all had the same weakness as you, fragile bodies and even more fragile minds. But you do want him. That much has been obvious since you laid your eyes on him. The ones before needed a bit more persuasion before they threw themselves at him, but you… He barely had to give you anything for you to leech onto the idea of fucking him.

Your nails dig into his back and he welcomes the pain— anything to feel alive at this point. Your poor shaking form begs for the luxury of cumming, and Kai finally relents, cooing in your ear, “Go ‘head now, darling, let go for me, alright?”

The pure expression of ecstasy on your face is worth it, and your walls flutter helplessly around him as your orgasm hits you. He holds you throughout your high, pace of his hips never letting up. “Good girl, there we go, cumming on my cock… Making such a mess, aren’t you?”

There’s a sticky ring of white around the base of his dick, your cum and arousal mixed with his precum, and Kai laughs at the sight. He lays your back flush against the ground again, instead hiking your legs up and over his shoulders. “Gonna fill you with my cum, mkay pretty? Gonna make you mine…” Your eyes go wide and he worries for a moment that he’s gone too far, but the images flashing through your mind betray your obvious excitement at this proposal. Thoughts of the two of you, all alone on this fucking island until the end of your days.

You’re shaking under him again at the suggestion, and he laughs, leaving a gentle kiss to your top lip. “That’s it, that’s my good girl, you like that idea? Can’t help it, gonna make you mine forever, how’d you like that? Let me take care of you? Promise I’ll make you feel this good all the time, if you’d let me..~”

You’re nodding so fast that it’s almost comical, but Kai only kisses you again. Your tongue meets his for the first time and the taste of him on your lips sends you teetering into a dangerous state of mind. Your thoughts are practically just a chant of his name, over and over again, and Kai’s trembling above you at the realization that he’s fucked you so good that he’s literally all you can think of.

You cling to him when you feel him twitch inside you, warm cum painting your insides. It spills out from your cunt when his softening dick slips from between your gummy walls, and he’s transfixed on how pretty you look with him inside of you.

You’re catching your breath, still in a state of nothingness, and Kai slips inside your mind to make sure he hasn’t ruined you like the others. “Are you here with me, darling?” You nod, eyes still glassy with tears. “Good. Let’s do that again sometime, hm?”

Before you can respond, there’s a snap of a twig and you grip Kai’s hand in your own. If he’s here, and there’s no animals on this island… then what’s making that noise?

“Oh fuck,” Kai whispers, a panic rising in his throat. There’s no way to conceal you, none at all. He’s just going to have to let them see you.

Four tall forms step out one by one from the brush, and your jaw goes slack. It’s them. It has to be.

The one in the middle looks down at you with a glint in his eyes, and he flicks the brown hair out of his face with a pinky finger. 

There’s a breath in your ear and you can tell immediately that it’s not Kai this time. A deep voice coos in your mind, and when Kai flinches, you can tell he hears it too. “Well, what do we have here, Huening?

“Have you brought us a new toy to play with?”

[hyewka]

alo! love ur sub beomgyu universe

could u write sub cat beomgyu being too clingy nd bratty that he gets punished by his owner or simply just being in unbearable heat nd begs for his owner to breed her??? hybrid fics r crazy mad nd im crazy

warnings; sub!gyu, hybrid au, not proofread

imagine kitty!beom who keeps looking over at you with a permanent pout on his face because you scolded him and told him to keep his distance for scratching you earlier. his bottom lip would wobble as he attempts to get you to make eye contact, kitty claws buried in the pillow hes holding tight against him but youre just not budging.

“i didnt mean it.” he finally breaks.

“you didnt mean what?” you dismissively mumble keeping your eyes on your laptop as you finish up your report.

he whines, throwing the pillow away to all of a sudden break your command and cling onto your arm. “you know i didnt mean to hurt you, i really didnt! please dont be mad”

“beomgyu you crossed the line, i told you to keep a distance.” you warn.

“who cares about the line! just tell me youre not mad!”

and ofc hes holding onto you and shaking you to try to get you to look at him like hes owed your forgiveness

kitty beomgyu who cant really sit through a punishment without purring and pressing his body flush to yours whining for you to forgive him that he’ll do better but that only has you snap and promptly put your hand down his pants to shut up his bratty adamant complaining. it does just that. having him bucking and panting already, its like he does this to get this exact reaction out of you, to have your hand wrapped around his dick. pumping it but not letting him cum. his loudness tonight has you getting a migraine so you end up shoving a finger in his watering mouth which he eagerly wraps his lips around sucking earnestly and moaning wantonly—slut.

when you can’t focus on doing two things at once you slip your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva breaking. the moment you do, he’s loud again, whining and mewling, you resort to slapping his thighs punishingly. “use your shirt kitty”

and as you pump his pretty cock, trying to focus on your computer, beomgyus biting the ends of his shirt so hard, he drenches it with his saliva he ends up tearing it which again serves to put you out of your productivity. you look over at him, a scowl thrown his way that he doesnt shy away from, this brat. “you cant even control yourself for more than two minutes?” you ask incredulously.

he doesnt even pretend, he immediately shakes his head. “i cant” he breathes out, “i need your pussy, feel like im gonna die”

“aww, kitten feels like he’s gonna die so i just have to give you my pussy don’t i?”

the audacity to nod has you scoff. “raise your arms.” despite how entitled hes been acting, he enthusiastically obliges. when you leave to get a scarf to makeshift a restraint he whines at the loss of your hands on his weeping cock. “what do you want your master to do beommie?” you implore, making sure to tie a tight knot.

he replies almost immediately, without skipping a beat. “wanna breed you.”

you laugh a scoff, straddling his lap, your clothed cunt grinding on his sensitive dick. you could tell it’s driving him to a brink already, he already attempts to break from the scarf. too bad you know how to tie your knots well. “breed me? beommie, let’s not get too absurd, it’s too much even for you.”

you dont expect for him to break so quickly but he does, starting to sniffle, his cute ears twitching uncontrollably, tears welling up in his round eyes. “sit on my cock….p-please.”

you slide the soft cotton of your panties up and down his wet dick, pouting mockingly at the way his face falls into a distraught show of his arousal. his mouth hangs open and hes drooling like a mutt you have to slap him to get him to behave. “don’t be dirty. look pretty with your lips shut.” you say, mouthing at his bare neck.

you can easily pick up on his close mouthed whimper, his pathetic attempt at fucking your heat doesn’t serve to do anything for him and it turns you on even more. “wanna cum on my panties? wanna soil it with your little seed?” you goad, getting breathy yourself as you increase your speed on his fat cock, letting your weight engulf it even more.

he shakes his head, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. “baby please, i-im gonna die, i’m g-gonna—hic—im gonna burst, baby. it hurts. i don’ wanna cum, jus wanna be in your pretty cunt,”

he lets out another broken plead when you rub his earflaps in circles, making it extra soothing just like he loves, “let it all out kitty, its okay” you drawl

he almost does just that, letting out a deep purr, his tummy untensing. but then its like he snaps out of it, shaking his head in defiance. “dont want to. if im gonna cum its gonna be in your pussy, ill have you drip with my-”

you dig your fingers in his bare skin and he yelps, jolting, uncontrollably sobbing by this point. “jeez, so sensitive. what a baby. arent you, kitty? just a baby needing to be tamed.”

speeding up, having the head of cock brush against your clit every now, then he finally spills his load, warmth spreading on the bed, dirtying your sheets. his chest’s heaving, and you take some time to look over his tummy, his shirt completely ruined.

“you’re cute” you conclude getting off his softening dick. “but now im serious, dont misbehave. i really need to get my work done, ‘kay beommie?”

he huffs, pouting and turning his head, practically giving you the silent treatment as you shower him with praises, untying the scarf around his wrists and cleaning his thighs up, his stuck up nature shining through. you find it mildly annoying at worst but adorably very beomgyu. you hum in contentment, what a cute brat

[my313]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ perv!huening kai

mdni 18+ only!

⋆ pairing: bobarista!kai & bobarista f!reader

⋆ summary: your shy and unbearably handsome new co-worker seemed normal. that is, until you catch him peeking through the back door to watch you change.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: pervy!kai, no strong dom/sub themes, semi-public masturbation (m), getting caught (?)

⋆ word count: 1.7k

a/n: ITS TIME HE IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE. might do a pt 2 cuz im not very satisfied w this and i need them to fuck JDKDJF 😭 tysm to @boba-beom for helping me brainstorm <333 enjoy :3

kai never meant to keep this habit up.

the first time was an accident. it was the one time you both were doing the closing shift, and like the nice boy he is, he let you get changed out of your work clothes first.

by the time he finished, you still weren’t out to greet him by the counter. kai decided, he’ll just take a slight peep at the back since he needed to discard his apron and hang it up anyway. it’s like the universe set the pieces perfectly in front of him, because the locker room door seemed to creak softly until an opening formed.

there’s been a number of times where he’s tried to make his broad frame smaller, curling behind the wall while watching you take off your shirt, memorising the colours and patterns of your underwear. kai could probably recite it the same way he does the boba shop’s menu – probably even better. it’s no wonder that you’re the first thing on his mind when his fist closes in on his length, and the last when he’s hiccuping your name while spilling for the third time every other night. the guilt only catches up to him when he feels the slimy ooze of his cum sliding down his stomach, wincing at the feeling.

he says this each time, something along the lines of, “i just passed by!” or “the door was open anyway…” to his own conscience. he knows you’re not hearing anything he says to justify why he starts to stay outside the locker room five minutes longer, ten minutes more — why he urges you to change clothes first, and why he keeps signing up for shifts that line up with yours.

at first, you thought kai’s constant efforts of being around you while blushing and barely being able to look at you was a small crush. something that dissipates once you undergo the weekend rushes, but kai continues his advances.

he makes you your favourite bubble tea and watches intently as your lips latch onto the thick straw then suction out the pearls. he helps you arrange boxes of ingredients when you can’t reach the tallest shelf, always hovering behind you and says he’s just “making himself useful.”

what you don’t know is that he’s grown an odd liking to watching your lips plump up against the roundness of the straw, fueling his feverish dreams of having you on your knees and doing the same to his cock. you don’t know that when he offers to ‘make himself useful’, he’s often thinking with his dick. he’s dazed by the delicious view of your skirt riding up, inwardly cheering when he catches a glimpse of where your thigh high socks squeeze the fat of your thigh.

on other days, he goes mad from seeing your shitty tights rip from the smallest movements. he pictures ruining them entirely, your face pressed against the very same lockers where he watches you undress.

the first time the bells started to ring in your head that kai may not be as innocent as you think, you’re just a bit shocked.

you recall the door being slightly ajar, and in hopes that your co-worker was still at front, you slung your bag over and went out, only to be greeted by kai’s blushing face and obvious boner. your eyes met for a brief moment, and while you expected some sort of explanation, kai only flashed an awkward smile like always and walked past you.

“s-see you tomorrow, yn.” he said, as if the huge elephant in the room wasn’t ghosting over your skin as he made his way into the locker room. if you hadn’t looked down, you would have thought you just caught kai in his natural state – flushed pink and too shy for his own good. but that definitely changed your mind.

so, you decided to run a few experiments to test your hypothesis.

the next few weeks consist of essentially testing your potentially perverted co-worker. it should be a harder pill to swallow, finding out kai had been watching your half-naked body for a good ten minutes per day. yet, you find yourself taking pride in the way you make kai act. you don’t bother to check if the door closes fully behind you each time you go change.

kai’s on his first toilet break of the day. he blames you and your choice of outfit. lately, you’ve been coming in in mini skirts and thigh highs, and today, you’re in one of his favourite pleated skirts and another one of your flimsy tights.

he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because on restock day, you’re typically grumpy and wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. but just the other day, you were fishing out the packets of pearls from the delivery, bent over with your cute, strawberry-printed panties immediately drawing out a “g-gonna take a break real quick!” from kai.

as if masturbating to you in the privacy of his bedroom wasn’t enough, he’s developed a sick routine of jerking off in the unkempt staff toilet. kai spends more of his lunch hours with his hands enveloping his cock at the thought of you than actually taking a break.

when it’s time for you to leave, your normal routine ensues. you go into the locker room with kai not-so-discreetly following behind, acting as if he’s double checking if the stock in the back is the right amount.

today though, kai doesn’t know what overcomes him. maybe it was the fact that you wore a matching set; pretty pink lace adorning your skin, holding you in places he wishes he could get his filthy hands on. maybe it’s the fact that you’re half-naked for a good five minutes, distracted on your phone to even proceed switching to a comfy sweatshirt.

within those five minutes, kai’s palming himself over the thick material of his jeans.

in the next two, he’s fumbling over the zipper and hastily unhooking the button. his cock is very obviously staining his briefs, leaking profusely and begging to be freed.

kai is quick to fall prey to his urges; what really does it for him is the way you bend over to pick up something that fell to the floor. he doesn’t notice nor care what it is. it’s tunnel vision from here on out, eyes trained on the plushness of your ass, deliciously cradled by your panties and pushed out for his viewing.

his mind is overtaken by obscenities. everything from smothering his face in your cunt to your knees faltering from how he’s made you cum.

he pictures his leaking tip soiling the crotch of your panties, imagining how he’d rut in and out between your thighs, like some makeshift fleshlight, before pulling your underwear off. his eyebrows scrunch at the thought of your skin covered in streaks of white. he thinks that you’d look up at him with wide eyes that ask for “one more?” even when he’s given you his load over and over, grunts morphing to sensitive whimpers.

kai’s body is on overdrive; eyes threatening to shut as his mind drifts into familiar territory but not wanting to miss the sight in front of him. his teeth are digging into his bottom lip to the point of tasting blood, while his arms are starting to give out from the speed he’s stroking himself at.

when you finally snap out of your phone break, kai takes it as a sign to speed up more than he already is. his hips chase after his tight fist, desperate to finish before you find out about his little secret. his stomach caves from the spike of euphoria until it peaks and he can’t stop himself from shooting out ribbons of his cum, his bottom lip surely taking a cut from how hard his canines have sunk into the skin.

he finally releases his bottom lip and takes a quick breather, cautious about whether you’ve put your clothes on. kai scrambles to rip a tissue roll to wipe the floor when he sees you absentmindedly smiling at your phone and walking towards the door.

he leaps into the staff toilet in a rush, just before you step out of the locker room.

you’re still on your phone when you move to the front of the shop, waiting on kai before taking your leave. glancing up at the toilet door from where you’re seated, you stifle a laugh as you think back on the delectable view you caught a peek at earlier. you shake your head at your co-worker’s antics, finding it a mix of silly, pathetically weird and also… sexy? hot?

kai makes an entrance with his apron snug against his body. you try to hold back a full-blown laugh and settle for a polite smile instead, waving your hand at him. “i’m gonna head out now– oh, wait,” your eyebrows knit together upon seeing the fresh tear on his lip.

you rush to his side, pressing your chest against him as your hands reach out to his face. your thumb rests on his bottom lip but you can feel his cheeks heat up against your other fingers. you know what you’re doing, and kai knows that you do. he’s thanking his self from five minutes ago for putting on this apron, because if not, you’d be stuck feeling his awakening hard on again.

“did you get hurt today? i didn’t see this earlier.” you frown, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip. he winces slightly, trying to pull away. a breath is stuck in his throat, the closeness rendering him to just a couple of meek nods or shakes of his head.

kai finally manages to get you back in your space. he shakes his head, “o-oh.. yeah! just– just cut my lip while eating earlier..?”

“be careful next time, yeah?” you chuckle, playfully bumping into him with your hip. “that face is our best seller!”

he laughs nervously, “that’s all you..!”

you’re leaning towards him again, coy with your hands folded behind your back. just enough to have him hitching his breath and anticipating more, but not so much to touch him.

you smile mischievously, hinting at what you just saw earlier. “both of us then? we put on a good show, hm?”

he gulps, “uh– no, you’re definitely much better.”

“i dunno,” you tease, finger tapping your lip almost mockingly as if pondering. “you’re a quick thinker.”

oh shit. you knew.

[moamidzyism]

sounds (tomorrow x together)

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yeonjun → i think we can all agree that yeonjun is super whiny omg like he is the poster person for pretty boy moans. with that being said, i think he definitely can control himself but he is just not hesitant to give you everything: moans, groans, whines, whimpers, etc.  he’s always always always vocal but at the same time he’s not super wordy, like he doesn’t talk a lot. also i feel like every now and again he might have a moment where his head is hung back, his eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open but he makes no sound, he's just in so much pleasure.

soobin → soobin is definitely a mess from the jump like the moment he feels any contact with his dick he’s already on the verge of tears. he’s just so so so super sensitive and noisy and whiny and LOUD omg. even if he wanted to be quiet, his brain is completely turned into mush. he can’t help himself :( and he’s a beggar omg like i can just hear “pleasepleaseplease” and him begging you not to stop over and over again when he feels good.

beomgyu → i feel like compared to the rest of the members, beomgyu would not be as whiny in my opinion. i don’t know if this is true but i think he has the deepest voice in the group so i picture his moans to be super breathy with low grunts and groans every now and then. he’s definitely the type to curse a lot. lot’s of exhaling “fuck” and sucking his breath through his teeth. i also think he’s probably the one for dirty talk and he’s always asking you if you feel good. 

taehyun → contrary to popular belief i feel like taehyun would be so whiny and wimpy oh my god!!!! like there’s really no two ways about it. and even when he’s domming, i feel like he’s super loud. one thing about taehyun is that if he feels good, he definitely wants you and everyone else to know it. like gyu i also think he would be really into pillowtalk and asking for reassurance but not as much. also also he’s def def the type to grunt every time he thrusts into you 😭😭

kai → i think kai would not be very vocal at first but after a while (a very very short while) he becomes more and more of a mess. he’s so breathy and whiny. i think at first he might get in his head about being too whiny but like soobin his brain turns into mush when he feels good and he just forgets about it lol. his whines become frequent and he’s also just really loud. maybe this is just self-serving but i feel kai has such a praise kink and he’ll let you know that you’re making him feel really good :)))

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[boba-beom]

jealous bf!taehyun hard thoughts

bf!taehyun who gets a little jealous that you’re hanging out with your friends and one of them consists of the guy you used to like in your early teens. you’ve done your makeup, but still in your robe before changing into your clothes for the night, for a fancy dinner.

he asks you questions while kissing up your neck and hands roaming over your robe and torso.

“who’s gonna be there tonight?” he asks between kisses.

you crane your neck for him to continue, “my friends, you know them, baby.”

“is ___ gonna be there?”

“well, yeah, he’s in that group of friends.”

he sighs.

"but you're mine, aren't you?" he picks you up and lay you on the bed, pushing you to lie down as he hovers over you.

"yes, baby, I'm yours and nothing's going to happen between me and him. I promise." you say through subtle gasps.

he places his hands on your knees, parting your legs as he slots his body against you, rocking over your panty cladded core.

"mm, good girl. let's have a little fun before you go? it's still quite early."

"taehyun, I can't, I've already done my makeup. just wait for tonight?" you roam your hands over his broad shoulders, trailing down to his flexed biceps.

"please, just want to show love to my sweet darling. I promise I'll make it quick."

"but my makeup's gonna get ruined," you whine.

"and I like it that way." he whispers by your ear before nipping on the side of your neck. "let me fuck you now and you'll still have time to redo your makeup."

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[writingmochi]

i only said | a visualizer and a teaser

cast: soobin ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: as you stood on the crowded train while making eye contact with the boy from the neighboring school. light shines into the dim train car as it becomes empty and filled with sand. approaching you is a humanoid figure, who calls you the king and queen of viliya—the island kingdom that is plagued with nightmares that haunt its people which you and the boy are also not immune to

genre: two lost souls find comfort, silent lovers, magical realism, meet ugly, hurt/comfort, adventure, thriller, coming of age, romance, high school au (both are 19 and in senior year), late 2010s au, modern royalty au, angst, fluff, mature content (phobias, trauma, war, explicit smut)

inspired by: music my bloody valentine's "i only said" (1991), txt's 2019-2020 star seekers music videos ("nap of the star", "magic island", "eternally"), and movies bridge to terabithia (2007) and tigers are not afraid (2017)

word count: 361 (teaser)

release: will not write so i can shock you ;) but it's going to be in 2024

message from the moon: i've been noticing a drought of epic and fantastical txt fics lately. so, i'm gonna do it myself :]

p.s. yes, late 2010s are already nostalgic enough that it can be its own au with its own style and tech

part of the loveless anthology

you always experience something weird when the train is nearing cheongdam. it is as if your senses are being attacked in a sweep when goosebumps form in a wave before it calms down. then it starts again as the train approaches the outdoor part of its journey to cross the body of water. the lights inside start to flicker as you see outside to view the han river from under the bridge, yet sometimes, it's not a river, but a beach.

the sky is the clear turquoise blue that reflects the seawater. the view of the river bank turns into sand that's lining the barrier of land and sea. you could sometimes hear the sound of crashing waves from it even if you only see the setting sky as it changes from day to night. though now, that turquoise sky is getting darker and darker, even darker than the sunset you usually see when you cross on the hanging tracks from the cheongdam bridge to ttukseom park.

then you see it: the visions.

quick timelapse of the neon street, crumbling buildings crashing down as their support couldn't hold on, humanoid beings who can fly as they attacked something dark. only the color orange highlights everything before you see flickers of a woman with long platinum blonde locks and white dress, calling out your name as your eyes are trying to focus on her heterochromia ones.

you've always held onto the nearest surface as you glance at the dots turning red between cheongdam and ttukseom park stations, breathing in and out as you felt your palm getting sweatier when you felt the whole compartment seemed to shake more and more as you approached the bridge and let the light from outside coming in. recently, the shakiness is getting rougher and the vision more frequent. but, you've always try to comfort yourself and see the boy across from you if he is okay.

because it seems like you're not the only one to notice all the things you've experienced, especially when you see him mumbling whilst staring at the red dots lighting up on top of the door when the train approaches the bridge.

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[junniieesbby]

Shut Up and Continue What You Started|Choi Beomgyu

Pairing: Non Idol Beomgyu x F!reader

Genre: Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Kind of Fluff.

WC: 1.6k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: When your childhood friend turned enemy sees you dance and giggle with one his best friends. He loses it, can't stand the sight of you with someone other than him. He goes to show you just how much he missed you and how incredibly sorry he was for treating you badly.

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol, Smut, Creampie, Implied Cockwarming. Let me know if I missed anything.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

A/N: This is a very late post for my Secret Santa. @boba-beom surpriseeee it’s me Angel (although you already knew because I’m the last one to post haha). This was so fun to do part of me is nervous because I am writing this for one of my all time favorite writers here on tumblr and I wanted this to be really good! Everyone please check out all the other beauties Secret Santa posts @amoryeonjun aka @lovejoshua , @honajoong and @flwrseon 💗 give them lots of love 🥺

Angel I hope you like this👉🏻👈🏻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

All you wanted to do was to wipe that stupid sexy smirk off his face. He was so annoyingly handsome but he got on your nerves any chance he had. Choi Beomgyu was handsome, irritating, and drove you mad.

You had known each other since the day he was born. Your moms were best friends and they had gotten pregnant at around the same time. Your mom gave birth a day before Beomgyu’s mom did, so you two were forced to be attached at the hip.

At one point he was your best friend. Someone you always went to for comfort. It all changed when you entered high school, it was like you didn’t even know him. He no longer talked to you, he stopped coming over to your house to hang out, and he even would glare at you for no apparent reason.

Here you were at your parents annual Christmas Eve party, with a glass of Prosecco in your hand staring at Beomgyu who’s all over his next girl toy. You hated to say it but it hurt, it hurt seeing someone you liked and missed be so close to another girl. This was the reason you decided to go to university in a city that was further from home. You couldn’t stand watching him mess around with yet another girl.

You wanted to forget about Beomgyu for tonight. If he liked to go and have fun with random girls and rub it in, so could you!

Walking to the dance floor you see your perfect target. Kang Taehyun, who happens to be one of Beomgyu’s Bestfriend. You walk up to his dancing form and slide your body to him. “Hey Tyun, long time no see” you say looking up at him. “Y/N!!! It’s been so long.” Taehyun said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for an embrace.

“I know it feels like forever. Can I dance with you?” you tell him rather shyly. Taehyun was very handsome, kind and smart. Although you and Beomgyu had a falling out Taehyun would always check up on you to make sure you were good. “You don’t even need to ask, love” Taehyun said while placing firm hands on your waist dancing to the rhythm of the song.

You two continued to dance and chatted about how life has been when suddenly you felt a pair of arms rip you from Taehyun’s embrace. “You come with me” Beomgyu says sternly then turns and looks at a smirking Taehyun “and you, I’ll deal with you later” and without another word Beomgyu drags the two of you to your room.

Once inside he slams the door shut and locks it. “What the fuck was that for Beomgyu” you said folding your arms. “Why were you dancing with him like that?” Beomgyu looks at you clearly mad. You have never seen him this visibly angry before. “Like what? We were just dancing. And it’s none of your business who I dance with and how I dance with them.” You did not know what his problem was but he wasn’t going to talk to you like that after years of not talking.

He turns to walk towards you and you slowly walk backwards until your back hits the door. Beomgyu is standing mere inches from you as he leans down his nose brushing yours. “Smiles…” You froze at the nickname he just called you. The nickname he gave you when you were kids because he said you always smiled at him. “You do not get to come back into my life after years of not talking calling me nicknames like nothing happened between us, Beomgyu” The moment you finished your sentence he crashed his lips onto yours. Years of pent up frustration, hurt, and desire were poured into that kiss.

Beomgyu’s hands started to wonder cupping your ass and lifting you slowly pushing you into the door deepening the kiss. You had never been kissed like this before, this kiss was full of lust and passion. You slowly pull away from the kiss confused as to why he was doing this.

“Y/n…look I know I am a shitty friend for not talking to you all these years, But the reason for that was because I liked you. I liked you so much it started driving me crazy. I thought not seeing you would make things better, but clearly not. You have no idea how long I have wanted to slam my lips against yours.” Beomgyu said, as he slowly brought his hand to your cheek.

You stared at him, shocked at his words. Part of you wanted to scream and yell at him for not talking to you about his feelings, because he had no idea how you felt, and the other part wanted you to grab his collar and smash your lips to his. You didn’t feel like arguing and that kiss had you wanting more. The latter of the options won as you grabbed his collar bringing him closer to you whispering “Shut up and continue what you started”.

Beomgyu smirked at your words as he kissed you passionately bringing you to your bed. “Fuck angel you look so sexy in this tight red dress Been wanting nothing more than to fuck you in it” He slowly starts to leave kisses on your neck going to your breast. He pulled your dress down a little so your cleavage could fall out. “I wish I could take my time with these beauties, but that's for another day. The dress stays I want to fuck your pretty cunt while you wear it.” He said pulling your panties down and tossing them to the side. He unzipped his pants and let his cock out stroking it a few times before he let it slide through your drenched folds. Your whines and whimpers were music to his ears. “Beomgyu, hurry up and fuck me stop the teasing” That earned you a slap to your cunt.

“Be patient baby, i've been wanting your pussy for years let me enjoy it” He didn’t even let you respond, he slid his cock in with ease. “Fuck baby you’re so wet and tight I could spend the rest of my days in your cunt” His dirty words caused you to clinch which earned a grunt from him. “Beomgyu, so good…so so good” That is all you could say your brain too fuzzy to comprehend anything other than the delicious cock that is sliding in and out of you.

Beomgyu’s hand came up to twist and play with your nipples as you reached down to start rubbing your folds for a faster relief. He quickly slapped your hand away. “You will cum with my cock and my cock only” He started to move faster. You needed him closer to you, you grabbed his tie and pulled him smashing your lips on him. Beomgyu’s cock twitched; he thought that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Your kiss became sloppier as your orgasm was approaching.

“You close angel?” He asked you, but he knew he could feel you clench around him. All you could do was nod. His thrusts continued but they became messy. He reached between the both of you as he was getting there and pinched your clit which sent you over the edge. Your legs started to shake from the stimulation. After a few more thrusts Beomgyu came. He leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss whispering “You did so well for me Angel”.

As he was getting up you pulled him by the collar again. “Stay, just stay please I need you to be as close to me as possible” You didn’t want him to leave you anytime soon. “I was just going to clean you up baby, but I will stay. I will never ever make the same mistake of leaving you again” He flipped the two of you so he was laying on his back. One hand playing with your hair and the other rubbing your back. “Merry Christmas Beomie…I am still mad at you, but i'm glad to be in your arms” You nozzle your head in the crook of his neck. “Merry Christmas my Angel, I am sorry I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. And you will only be in my arms from now on.” He grabbed your hand that was placed on his neck and gave it a kiss. You both slept soundly that day and woke up to a white Christmas.

[calekinnieplus]

Star Instructor, Master Baek !!

The MC is so silly lmao. Reminds me of them ⬇️

The backstory of being a bad guy and being on the good side now, acting like a silly guy ⬆️

"Didn't mean to become a good professor, but since I'm already here, I'll be the best" vibes ⬆️

Not just the design and the Murim setting, but Something about them seems similar to me. Their attitude? IDK THE VIBES ARE THERE

From evil sect in his first life to helping people in his second life ⬆️

Basically, I like this manhwa so far hehe

It's a chill read, with good art and the basic academia in murim cliché

[huenation]

pink horizon / cbg

word count: 2,643

genre: fluff, slice-of-life, non-idol

warnings: they sleep in the same bed at the end and i think that’s it

synopsis: bff!beomgyu comes over for a fun hangout but you know he’s exhausted and trying to play it off for the sake of hanging out. a sleepover works, too

soundtrack: pink horizon by wave to earth

the first yawn should’ve been your hint.

beomgyu’s eyes watered greatly the first time. at the time, the sun hung right above your heads, maybe late afternoon, but far too early to deem an appropriate time for sleep. that alone should’ve made you consider it all.

you and beomgyu were best friends, more specifically best friends who’d met each other in middle school and have stayed by each other’s sides even to now. you both attended the same university but didn’t have the same classes. beomgyu had it a lot harder though, living on his own once he’d graduated high school, now working two jobs, all while you still lived with your parents, working one job for spending money and savings.

you always felt guilt about it. your parents would never let him stay or let him live here with you. sure, they liked him enough for him to have dinner and such, but they were strict enough to never let him even sleep over. there were just obstacles in his way, but with a sting of some sort, beomgyu reassured you that you didn’t have to do any worrying. it wasn’t your job. he proclaimed that everything happened for a reason.

so, the time finally came for your parents to be gone for the weekend, meaning that you and beomgyu could finally hang out just the two of you even if sleeping over wasn’t on the agenda.

or it at least originally wasn’t.

beomgyu came to your place straight from a shift. it had originally been arranged that you and he would meet at his place, but after a lot of back and forth, he stubbornly decided to just hang out at your house since it was the closest from the job he’d been working at.

poor beomgyu had worked a mid shift that was just a hair after opening, so when he let himself inside, knowing the door was open, with a scold for you ready on his tongue, a yawn interrupted him before he ultimately collapsed into the fluffy sofa beside you.

“didn’t you just finish this drama a week ago?” he asked tiredly, muffled from how his mouth was buried into the pillow. you scoff and only defend your answer by how you claimed how much you loved it. beomgyu hummed, before rolling his upper body to where you were, uncaring of how his weight was all on your side. you welcomed it, huffing a little, but laying your cheek on the top of his head. he took a big inhale, exhaling just as greatly, a hand coming up to play with the textured hem of your sweater. it was thick and had purposeful frays in them.

“you tired, gyu?” a hushed question like this made his eyes squeeze and him sigh, whining from the pit of his throat just to be dramatic. but you knew his response painted an accurate picture at how he felt. you felt him nod.

“it was like the longest shift ever.”

“really? i’m sorry, beoms. if you want, we can — ” you started, getting cut off with the way he snickered, lifting his head slightly to look at you. “no, that’s how it always goes. at least when i’m looking forward to spending time with you. it’s like time can’t go by fast enough like hurry up for the love of god.” he murmured, your chuckle cutting through the spell of sleepiness, and he smiled at the same expression on your face as on his.

he blinked slowly at you, but each flutter seemed to stutter with the fringe of his shaggy, wine colored hair hanging past his thick eyebrows. it jutted into his eyes and long eyelashes. you noticed he did it like a cat blinked with the gesture of affection in mind.

“can we make some ramen and bake cookies and maybe play a game?” his question ended with yet another big yawn. the edges of his eye line gleamed with tears. it was hard not to give away how much you felt bad. your hesitance in talking about it stemmed mainly because you knew if you spoke up, he’d groan and basically tell you otherwise.

you go through this all the time.

what a gross combination of food, you thought to yourself. and you already knew if you were to say it out loud, he’d argue and go, ‘well, it’s all going to the same place isn’t it?’ ugh.

after coaxing him into getting off so you could get up, beomgyu tiredly followed after you, holding your hand to the kitchen. he loved having a hand in cooking and baking, mostly to mess around with you but also because he loved being able to provide for you and with you. for now, he kept yawning and leaning on the counter or over your shoulder to watch you put the cookie dough on the sheets or mixing the ramen in the boiling water. the combined scents didn’t smell amazing, but it did stimulate your growling tummies.

today’s shift and the one from last night really must’ve tired him out. had he been sleeping okay? even his under eyes and his shoulders give away his fatigue.

“i think you got it already.” beomgyu pointed out in your ear, chin on your shoulder. you didn’t usually mix the noodles and seasoning for this long, deep in thought enough to have done it for two extra minutes or so. “oh. yeah, thanks, gyu.” you mutter, turning off the stove. beomgyu watched you wordlessly, after having peeled himself off your back, as you put the tray in the oven, moving some loose hairs from your face. your eyes met his already staring ones. that made you so flustered!

while you plated everything, each path in the kitchen taken with bounces across each wall, beomgyu would watch wordlessly and float around to follow after you. the growing silence was making you nervous but not for yourself but for him and because of him. you couldn’t handle his gaze.

“so, what kinda games did you wanna play?” you asked finally, once everything had been moved to the coffee table and beomgyu had sat down. he laid the back of neck across the top of your couch, face upwards but his eyes remained on you, blinking so serenely. “beoms?” this time, it came quieter. the pretty seam of his lips stretched out his gentle smile.

“i forgot we weren’t at my house for a second,” his tone came out so silly in between furls of his squeaky laugh. your eyebrow arched.

“what do you mean?”

“i was gonna say something on pc, that’s all, y/n. not to worry. i think stardew valley or animal crossing. is that fine with you?” you couldn’t help but want to swoon; something about how he looked at the moment was so cute. he had a habit of pouting when he spoke sometimes. his bangs slowly fell from his brow down to the leather of your sofa besides his cheek. his smile dropped slightly. “y/n, is that alright?”

you nodded, bringing yourself out of whatever spell you were under. with that, you brought out your switch and the joycon, and the two of you commenced your fun for the night. beomgyu got tired of stardew valley quick, so you switched to animal crossing once you both had finished your ramen. he settled for watching you play, body drifting over to yours little by little until he finally had laid his head on your shoulder. it was getting later and later, so you couldn’t imagine why or how he would be able to stay up later. tomorrow was his day off from both jobs, so he was able to sleep in. with that, it meant he needed to get as much sleep as he could.

you kept playing, doing the most in your quests in the game, eating a cookie every now and then. an hour or so had passed before you dared to glance down at beomgyu, who had become a sleeping beauty. his cheek smushed against your shoulder, body angled towards yours. relief took over your body from there, a silent gasp of joy with a smile. finally, he could rest.

you couldn’t look away for some reason. beomgyu was rarely ever so relaxed and fully with his defenses down. he always had things to do. it meant you couldn’t hang out all the time, and you understood it perfectly, but a part of you agonized over something a little past the part your heart had stopped. it was bad enough he couldn’t get a break often, but if spending any time with you brought on extra fatigue or wore him out in any other way… the idea made your stomach curl. he didn’t deserve that. he deserved to be able to take a breather. you felt so spoiled and guilty.

your free hand came up to brush his hair away from his face, carding a few strands delicately. it came down to pat his head soothingly because he had said once that it reminded him of his dad when he would do it him when he’d be tucked into bed at a younger age. beomgyu missed those times. he was a nostalgic person, so sentimental about the past, but funnily enough, to you, he was timeless.

the background music played on from your game, which sat on your pillowed up lap. it was all so cozy, you wish you could be in this moment forever. life never slowed down, and it sort of scared you, but times like these were nice; it at least made it seem like life did run a little slower.

when beomgyu’s eyes fluttered open, heavy lidded and peering up at you, you nearly screamed in surprise.

“heyyyy, why’d you stop?” he altered his voice to sound like an annoying child who was about to cry, his silly, fake wail resonating until it was cut off by his unserious laugh.

“i don’t know,” you whispered out for no known reason. he blinked at you sleepily. “i don’t know.”

neither of you said anything for a while. you both looked around the room for a moment until you finally broke the silence.

“the couch is uncomfortable, huh? do you wanna go to bed?”

when he didn’t react or change his face, yours dropped with at least one ounce lost of patience.

“beomgyu, let’s go to sleep, okay?”

“but — ”

“beomgyu, i’m also tired. i didn’t do anything to deserve being tired but i still think — ”

he laughed out loud, making you drop the focus of whatever you’d been saying.

“you’re so silly,” he said in an even sillier tone. that made your cheeks run a little hotter. why was he so cute for no reason? “i wish you didn’t feel so bad about nothing like this. it actually makes me happy to know you don’t work yourself out like me.” every time you or he talked about it, you always wanted to cry. it was just a persistent urge that yanked on your heart strings. your lip wobbled but you fought it off by biting down on it, or on the skin of it rather.

“why?”

“it gives me hope. not all life is meant to be this way. stifled by capitalism…” he got so poetic when he became lucid. beomgyu looked up to you suddenly. “you make me not miserable.”

“wow, gyu, i really feel the love,” you scoffed, making him giggle.

“i do mean it. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” the more he talked, the more you wanted to melt into a puddle. you didn’t know why, accepting his affection with a nervous laugh.

when you looked deep into beomgyu’s dark, round eyes, you felt like you could see worlds and light years of life in them. it took your breath away a little more each passing time.

“well, if you weren’t still talking to me, we would have gone to sleep already, soooo…” he snorted and pulled off. already, you missed the warmth on the left side of your body. the game got turned off. darkness and quiet took over your side of the living room at that.

“would it be weird if i asked you to sleep with me? i mean, i know when we were kids, we used to do that and then, i-don’t-know, we grew up and my parents no longer let you spend the night for some protective reason, and well, it just wouldn’t feel right for us not to take advantage of them not being here. it’s not like fifty shades of gray is gonna happen between us and - oh my god, beomgyu, please answer me, so i can stop talking!” you were rambling, slurring your words with how fast you were talking. he was trying to fight his laugh, he really was! but, it was too hard to ignore how much you started sweating and how quickly you could actually talk.

“i don’t think it’s weird, y/n. if you feel comfortable with me being beside you, then i’m down to stay with you.” it took him two, separate movements to get up from the couch. he pulled you up with your hands in his.

“we can sleep in my parents’ room then. they have the biggest bed ever, and we’re finally going to get to feel it!” when you said it like that, you sounded like your past self. their room had been forbidden when you were both younger. you’d played hide and seek, and every little game known to man when you were younger, especially at your house. his heart squeezed fondly at this detail of yours.

after all these years, you have never changed.

you led him through where he could do his night routine (he brought his things in his backpack, nicely prepared!), guiding him through but above all, taking care of him in every step. beomgyu felt so taken care of, so relaxed, so happy he felt guilty about it. you even tucked him in before doing whatever you had to do to go to bed. beomgyu didn’t say another word until you finally climbed in bed with him. a body pillow was put between you. beomgyu was tucked with the comforter, in his hoodie and plaid pajama pants, on flat his back. you curled up in a ball in your own comforter, facing towards beomgyu.

“you want me to put on a movie?” you asked, making beomgyu jolt. he’d thought you’d been asleep all this time.

“i’m okay without a movie, but if you want to put something on, go for it. it’s your home.”

“it’s just as much yours as it is mine.”

beomgyu thought about the last few hours and every other time you’d ever hung out together. you worried about him so much.

your hand snaked over the body pillow and extended towards the ceiling. beomgyu didn’t say anything but you could tell he was confused.

“give me your hand, gyu,” he quickly obeyed. his fingers found yours. they felt firsthand the blisters and the veins. once your thumb found a rhythm, they rubbed at his knuckles ceaselessly. your eyes were already closing, and beomgyu quickly figured out you’re trying to put him to sleep while dozing off. his heart was beating just a bit faster than it should.

“thank you, y/n.” he whispered. the world around him was quiet, his mind just the same. the mattress and sheets around him gently held him, but nothing could beat the sensation of your persistent hand in his. his body relaxed into the bed, his hold on your fingers loosening with him. you were already skipping your way into your rem cycle, but even then, his light snore pierced through.

beomgyu had finally fallen asleep.

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ending note: this was supposed to end differently but i forgot midway so that’s why this was super boring LOL hehe thank u for reading through if u did 😿

[fairybinie]

KISS, DON’T TELL — 24: for the show

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

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a/n: written (6.2k). light profanity, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, suggestive at some parts, kissing. so sorry for the wait y’all but kdt is back on track! i hope this chapter makes it worth it i think y’all will like the result 🫶

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y/n wasn't quite sure how this night was going to map out. they've been around beomgyu for a few months now, they've spent one on one time with him for the production, but they've never been in a romantic setting with him. were they supposed to act different now? the feeling of caring what he thought of them was starting to kick in and they desperately tried to shove it in the back of their mind. that feeling could only mean one thing, and maybe they weren't ready to admit it. though, this date has gone too well for them to avoid that realization.

sure, beomgyu's first sight of them was watching them trip on their own shoe laces as they tried to hide the deep red rise on their cheeks. beomgyu still remained true to his word in not discussing y/n's accidental text that they sent while trying out the 'type your thoughts in a message technique'. whoever came up with that method was an absolute dingus. now the idea was left in the air and they were waiting for a moment it could be brought up again.

beomgyu had the two make a little detour back to the pub the open mic event was hosting in as their first activity. he felt bad that y/n originally signed him up to perform, but he truly wanted them to be the first person to hear him play. beomgyu made sure to remind them once again as he whispered into their ear while watching other acts behind the mic. he did take note in the way the blood rushed to y/n's ears, presumably due to the close distance and the warmth of his breath.

the two didn't stay there for long and beomgyu led the way to the dessert spot that recently opened up around the corner. y/n admired the decor inside, it was reminiscent of a day in paris with all the pastels on the walls and the classy chandeliers hanging at each table. the music for the night seemed to be a chill lofi playlist, which created a comfortable atmosphere that complimented the scenery. y/n made a mental note that this would become their new study location. the desserts on display ranged from various croissants, cakes, muffins, cookies, and macarons. beomgyu decided on two mini cakes that complimented their outfits well, and though they were delicious, he did not miss the opportunity to take pictures of y/n. they were hiding their face behind their hands most of the time, but he did manage to capture a perfect photo of them holding the cake out on their hands as they widened their eyes in a cute manner, gawking at the deliciousness that was waiting to be eaten.

“i'm not much of a sweet person, but this is really good,” beomgyu comments as he takes his last bite of the dessert.

continuing on with the promises of the date, the two found a park nearby to sit and enjoy their food, while also enjoying the scenery outside. there have been comfortable moments of silence, but they've talked about anything that came to their mind. roads to the heart, beomgyu's progress, the fact that none of them expected to be where they are now. it was quite nice, actually.

“you're pretty sweet,” y/n replies without a second thought, chewing slowly as they realized what they just said and cannot take back.

beomgyu chuckles as he bites down on his lip and nods gushingly. he's been complimented by other flings before, but this time it hits different. perhaps it's his history with y/n, or maybe it's because he knows their intention is not to get in his pants. a scenario plays out in his head, his eyes widening at what's going on and mentally apologizes as if y/n is able to know what he's thinking about.

“you know,” beomgyu clears his throat once he pulls himself together. “you've barely told me anything about yourself. it can't just be me!”

y/n smiles in response and licks some frosting from their lips. “that's true. what do you want to know?”

beomgyu takes a moment. come to think of it, all he's done these past years is tease them about their incident. all he knows is that y/n is in theatre and they have a passion for acting. that seems to be an interest to him right now, and there's always the rest of their lives to find more things out about them. that is, if he doesn't mess this up.

“what made you want to get into acting?” he comes up with something to ask. beomgyu's interest surprises y/n, as they didn't expect him to ask this of all things. though, they wouldn't say it's the most sudden. if anything, they're becoming more appreciative of beomgyu's consideration these days.

“my dad was kind of a newbie actor and he was in short films,” y/n begins with a gentle kick of their feet. “he used to teach me everything he knew. i would perform for him and my mom in the living room and apparently i had some real potential. i didn't start taking it seriously until i got older and when he died i wanted to continue what we started.”

the last part has beomgyu stay still in a hitched breath. he had no idea y/n's father passed away until now. then again, he would've never known. he watches y/n closely for any signs of discomfort in order to signal a change of the topic. being in theatre these few months has taught him things like this and he's grateful he's able to use it right now. y/n continues to lightly kick their feet in the air from the bench the two are sitting on, their gaze focused on the scenery in front of them. a small smile takes place on their lips as their head tilts slightly to the left. there's some specs of fluorescent white in their eyes, probably due to dim lampposts nearby. still, they look as beautiful as ever.

beomgyu gets the hint that perhaps y/n is in a fond memory and continues on. “hey, um- i'm so sorry for your loss, really.”

“you wouldn't have known,” y/n affirms softly in the most genuine way possible. “enough time has passed that i could talk about him without breaking down on the spot.”

this slightly relieves beomgyu, but he hates that he's the most curious person to ever live on this planet. he wants to know more, maybe it can connect him to y/n too.

“when did he pass away?” he starts off hesitant and asks with care. “if you don't mind me asking.”

“in the fall of freshman year,” y/n responds with a click of their tongue.

freshman year. beomgyu's eyes widen when he realizes that fact and feels the corners brim with water, looking down at y/n's hands to distract himself. this must have occurred before beomgyu's party he had that semester. now it makes sense why y/n was to eager to drink that night and how their incident happened. beomgyu taunted them relentlessly while y/n was grieving over the death of their father.

how messed up is that?

“y-y/n, i'm so sorry,” beomgyu slowly looks up at them and feels the waves of apologies rush in his head. he doesn't even know where to start.

“again, you wouldn't have known,” y/n reassures once more. “i'm just grateful i have a great friend group who supported me during that time, and acting, of course.”

in all honesty, y/n wasn't intending to open up about their past. never in a million years would they imagine it would be with beomgyu, but he's proven that he's becoming a better person and they can see it. y/n can only imagine what's going on in his head at this moment, he must have connected the dots.

“what about your mom?” beomgyu can't refrain from asking.

“i don't know,” y/n draws in their breath and releases a much needed exhale. “ever since he passed she started to act different. i can't blame her, but she's definitely not the same person. we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and barely talk nowadays but i'm used to that.”

beomgyu nods understandingly as he processes all this information. this conversation can go in different directions. he can ask more about y/n's mom, apologize profusely about being a dick all these years, or change the topic. he goes for the last option and steers it into a positive light.

“what films has your dad been in?” the boy hopes this was good enough.

y/n hums out loud as they fold their hands together on their lap. beomgyu's eyes trail onto the action and he can hear his thoughts tell him to hold those hands. they've technically done it before, why is he nervous all of a sudden? could it be his feelings have grown deeper?

“he's been in a few small projects,” y/n replies. “but i think his most notable film was 'loose strings'.”

beomgyu gasps in response to this and brings a hand to his mouth for full effect. this catches y/n's attention and they can only stare at him with a slight raised eyebrow.

“no way! i absolutely loved that film,” beomgyu exclaims with a grin and bright eyes. “i had no idea that was your dad.”

“i'm assuming you know it?” y/n stretches their question longingly with a hint of amusement in their voice.

“duh! taehyun and i had to watch it in film class sophomore year,” beomgyu recalls like it was yesterday. “honestly, it was the reason i decided to take playing guitar more seriously.”

y/n feels honored hearing this. perhaps beomgyu did always have a head on his shoulders and his persona left them to assume otherwise. getting to know him all this time made them see that he is actually quite an introspective and sensitive person.

exactly their type.

y/n turns fully to their right and brings a leg to sit under their other one as they rest their arm on the head of the bench. they're fully facing beomgyu at this point and the boy mirrors their actions so he could do the same. beomgyu flushes at the sudden movement as this is the moment they can really make eye contact with one another. y/n thinks to themselves how it gets tiring talking about yourself for too long. beomgyu is way more of an interesting character and they'd like to direct the attention back onto him.

“you know, it must be nice finally being able to share your passion with your friends,” y/n changes the subject with ease. “how does it feel?”

beomgyu rests his head on his fist as his fingers on his other hand play with his rings. “relieving. honestly, i couldn't have done it without you.”

“i bet that's not true. are they really that hard to talk to?” y/n's own curiosity leads them to ask. they don't know too much about yeonjun, apart from his hookups, but taehyun seems like a relaxed and level-headed guy. at least from what eliana has gushed about.

“not necessarily, i mean-” beomgyu hesitates as he does not want to leave the wrong impression about his friends. “taehyun is so…certain about his future that sometimes i thought he wouldn't take it seriously or say it wouldn't take me far. i was proven wrong because he practically said the same thing you told me.”

“now you have two people to listen to,” y/n teases as they hit beomgyu's shoulder playfully, to which he reacts with a soothing hand at the gesture.

beomgyu continues with a slight blush in his cheeks. “yeonjun is just silly and i thought he'd make fun of me for it.”

“welcome to the club,” y/n replies with fake astonishment. their eyes widen as their mouth hangs wide open, a smile replacing it when they see beomgyu roll his eyes and respond with a dry laugh.

“he's more than he makes out to be,” beomgyu confides honestly with a solemn tone to his voice. “you'd just have to believe me on that.”

“hey, if i could be open to you, i could be open to him too,” y/n replies. they often wonder how beomgyu managed to make that trio work, after all, they have such different personalities. then again, the same thing could apply to their friend group. the sheer thought of their friends hanging out together sends a chill down their spine.

there's another beat of silence as the two continue to admire the scenery in front of them. there's a cool rustle of the leaves on the floor, different colors of blankets are spread out on the ground, nearby shops flash their lit signs all across the park. it was such a simple date and y/n was enjoying it more than they thought they would.

if anything, they wanted to get to know beomgyu more than to have the classic 'date'. their small conversations throughout the night have allowed them to store facts in their brain to remember forever. beomgyu is actually more of a reserved person than they thought he would be, and honestly, they prefer it.

after pondering in thought for a few minutes, y/n manages to come up with a new question that they haven't thought about.

“what about your family?”

they remember walking into beomgyu's house and seeing several photos plastered on the refrigerator. it looks like it's just him, his parents, and his brother. are they creepy for knowing that?

“my parents are always away for work and my brother is living the college life,” beomgyu explains with a sigh, like he's used to the fact. “they send me great souvenirs though.”

beomgyu was used to living alone. he was used to being alone from a very young age. it wasn't until recently that the avoidant hole in his life started feeling more complete. perhaps it was his friends, maybe it was being in this production.

or oddly enough, it was y/n.

“just me and my guitar,” beomgyu finishes with a shrug of his shoulders.

“they're not here for it?” y/n recalls.

“they're just really practical,” beomgyu admits after huffing a long breath, rolling his eyes back to his head. “and they absolutely worship my brother who is studying engineering. i can't compete to that.”

“i'm sure if you talk to them and tell them it's more than just six strings on wood, they'll understand,” y/n suggests with an open mind. the sincerity in their words brings warmth to beomgyu's body.

beomgyu scoffs as he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “please, you'd have to come with me to make that work out.”

“i would,” y/n doesn't hesitate to reply, which even shocks them. beomgyu has so much potential and it's time for the people in his life to realize it.

beomgyu is temporarily thrown back at the response, his tongue quenching for thirst all of a sudden. he's never had anyone in his life look out for him this much, and have it be y/n of all people? the way his feelings have changed scares him, to say the least. he doesn't look at y/n with amusement anymore or feel snarky enough to come up with a new joke to tease them with. they've become real friends by now.

maybe he wanted to be more.

the boy throws an appreciative smile as he shifts in his seat, reaching over for his guitar case resting on the lower half of his legs. he carefully takes out the instrument and settles it onto his lap, scooting his legs to be in the perfect comfortable position. y/n understands what is going on and shifts over to give beomgyu more space as they watch him prepare for his performance. the way his fingers know exactly what to do, almost carelessly tuning the strings and giving a few chords a test run.

“this was the main event,” beomgyu finally speaks after confirming his guitar is in perfect shape. “any requests?”

y/n hums as hold their gaze on the boy. they feel starstruck just looking at him, it's like the tone changed all of a sudden. what makes the feeling worse is that beomgyu is intently looking back at them just as much, arguably seeking more validation. y/n blinks down at the guitar before meeting beomgyu's eyes once again, which have stayed onto y/n's. they give a shy simper and their words escape from their mouth soon after.

“play me your favorite song.”

and so does beomgyu obediently follow. he strums a few random chords to get the mood straightened out, and once he does, a familiar melody plays out. the song is reminiscent of a fairy folklore, as if one is walking through a field full of daisies in the crisp air that is the spring time. y/n can't help but sway their head along to the song, closing their eyes to soak in beomgyu's beautiful thrumming. beomgyu keeps his attention down to his guitar, bobbing his head along to his own rhythm. before meeting y/n tonight, he was worried he'd be too intimidated to even get a note out. now that he's here, it's as if he's in his own room strumming the night away, just as he always did. that's how comfortable he is around this person.

it's not until the beat of the first verse finishes that y/n finally realizes what song this is. this soothing and brain scratching music can only belong to one artist. this just had to be glue song, because of course beomgyu is a beabadoobee fan, and of course it's their favorite song too. they don't know why they had a certain picture as to what kind of music beomgyu would like, it's not fair to him. that was their old impression of him, and this new one that they've developed thinks that this makes total sense for him. a sentimental guy who comes across as loud and fun, but actually prefers his quality time alone to recharge and step away from the crowd. honestly, it's attractive.

as beomgyu continues on with the song, y/n feels themselves hum along with the chords, which eventually turns into mumbling, then into full on singing. this brings beomgyu to look up from his acoustic to be faced with a vocalist, who still has their eyes closed. it doesn't catch him completely off guard to mess up the rhythm he had going, but now he can't take his eyes off them. suddenly, he knows what he's doing to not keep his stare on his own fingers.

y/n had a beautiful voice. sure, it wasn't american idol status, he can tell this isn't their speciality, but they were not bad at all. their voice is similar to the original singer's, airy, delicate, and soft. he wishes this moment can go on forever, but the song is already coming to an end. y/n would snap back to reality, but still, they just shared a moment. beomgyu played guitar and y/n sang along. forget any other cliche out there, this was enough.

the song fades out until beomgyu completely stops playing. y/n senses that it's finished, so they slowly open their eyes with a refreshing smile. this entire moment practically cleansed their soul. they glance over to beomgyu to see he's looking straight at them, and judging from how comfortable those pair of eyes were, he's been like this for a while. y/n's smile quickly fades as they wonder why he's looking at them this way. soon enough, they understand what just happened. this dummy just sang. how embarrassing.

y/n's stammers out a few nervous laughs as they figure out an excuse, and perhaps an apology, for what just occurred.

“you sing,” beomgyu concludes, his doe-eyed expression remains the same.

y/n responds with a titter and an effortless sway of their hand. their face denies it all, but their words can't. “it's just a hobby. it's not that serious.”

“why didn't you tell me you sing?” beomgyu unfreezes. his eyebrows curl up with sympathy and his tone expresses slight hurt. “that's like, the perfect combination!”

“all actors in theatre are expected to sing,” y/n casually downplays. “soobin and kai are pretty good too.”

“well, you have a great voice,” beomgyu's previously opened mouth is replaced with a grin, his way of being in the moment once again. “i didn't think you'd like the song.”

“i didn't think you'd know the song,” y/n jokes which earns a short peal of laughter from beomgyu. “but it is my favorite.”

“me too,” beomgyu stupidly points to his chest with a huge grin and a bright pair of eyes. his expression appears almost innocent.

the two share a laugh, genuinely enjoying each other's company. it feels different now, but it was definitely a good thing. beomgyu takes this moment to put away his guitar while y/n stares off ahead.

“i really didn't think we'd end up where we are now,” y/n reflects out of the blue.

beomgyu continues to look at their way, then down to their lap. he decides to hold their hand affirmingly, a downwards smile forms on his lips at the thought. “me neither.”

y/n feels the touch and glances at their intertwined hands, but they don't let go. the difference between this moment and their movie 'date' a couple weeks ago is they felt an instance of regret afterwards. there's none of that to be found right now. this felt right, and they can only return the smile genuinely.

“man, that night really embarrassed me,” y/n thinks back to the incident that started it all. “i'm surprised you didn't tell anyone.”

“why would i?” beomgyu questions with deep, serious eyes.

“because we kissed in your closet and i was apparently so bad at it that i bit your lip and you started bleeding,” y/n answers almost like it's obvious.

“…i was so desperate to have some fun after my dad died and turns out i was just a major idiot,” they continue on by adding a nudge to beomgyu's shoulder with the hand they're holding. “that's torture gold right there.”

beomgyu tightens his lips and soon after a slight smile forms. “i considered telling my friends, telling everyone at school, maybe even tweeting about it. but after you came up to me that day crying about how nobody could ever possibly know, i just couldn't. i vowed that i would never make you cry ever again.”

the sudden revelation has y/n's previously scrunched up features soften. in all honesty, they completely forgot they did that. they must have reeked of desperation in beomgyu's eyes. as if the boy could read their mind, he assures one more thing.

“and i kinda liked that we had something just between us,” he smirks with a tilt of his head, resulting in y/n rolling their eyes back.

beomgyu squeezes their intertwined hands with a firm grip, then locking their hands inside his jacket pocket for security and warmth. the gesture brings the two together and the enclosed space between them is suffocatingly filled with tension.

“besides, i only teased you all this time because you were my first kiss and i wanted to hold onto it,” beomgyu's words roll off his tongue a bit slower until his last were barely audible, as he's whispering. “and maybe i started to like you.”

“i started to like you too,” y/n admits faster than they intended. the shyness written on their face leads both of them to share a laugh, closing their eyes at the sweet moment.

there is now a stillness as the two longingly gaze at each other. the shade near their surroundings darkens beomgyu's eyes and the stars in the sky beam a light onto y/n's lips. beomgyu can't help but glance right at them, to which y/n notices and feels those butterflies flap their wings inside their stomach.

they knew what was coming.

“y/n, about your text,” beomgyu starts, but he doesn't finish. it's like he's waiting for y/n to answer it instead.

ah, yes. the accidental 'beomgyu are we gonna kiss' they sent due to their bunches of nerves. at that time they were feeling cowardly and didn't want to ask while on the date, out of fear that they would mess things up. these two have already shared so much, so now y/n felt a sudden wave of boldness strike within them. they wanted this to happen.

“kiss me.”

beomgyu hesitates after hearing this, but it doesn't stop him from moving his head inches closer to y/n's, and neither do they. y/n suggested that they take it slow over texts, was that about to change after this? say that they do kiss, what's to come right after? was the choi beomgyu about to land a partner that he's fallin for? it wouldn't be his first relationship, but it would certainly be the first that he actually cares about.

“are you sure?” is all he can ask, his words coming out breathlessly. y/n can feel a hint of minty air hit their face and the sensation is cool.

“absolutely positive,” y/n confirms with confidence. being in theatre for four years has allowed them to know what they want, and this was certainly it. having it be beomgyu of all people wasn't expected, but maybe they like that. there's already an element of surprise to their relationship. they have a feeling they won't regret this kiss, so it needs to happen now.

“i'll try not to bite you this time…accidentally,” y/n teases, wondering where they got this courage from all of a sudden. beomgyu can't deny that it wasn't attractive, as he can't hide the flush of a smile that just came over him.

with those words, the two lean in one last time to the point where the space between them is unavoidable. if they move any closer, their lips would be in contact. the close proximity of each of their breaths feels warm, something much needed due to how chilly it's gotten tonight. beomgyu sends one final reassurance in his eyes before he tilts his head to the left, cueing y/n to go the opposite direction, courtesy of having many on-stage kisses. the setup was right there. y/n can feel beomgyu tighten his fingers around theirs inside of his pocket and they go into this with ease. they're ready to finally have a good kiss with choi beomgyu.

until an unfamiliar female voice creeps up from behind the bench.

“beomgyu?!”

the two flinch in their spots as they immediately back away, returning to their original sitting positions. y/n doesn't even notice the person has made their way around the bench to stand in front of them. they feel startled, unprepared, as this is not what they were hoping it would result to. once they land back to reality, they're faced with this mysterious person.

isa?

“hey, i thought it was you!” isa exclaims while clasping her hands together. “i was just in the area when i saw you two and thought i would stop by and say hi.”

lee chaeyoung, commonly known as isa due to how many girls in their grade had the exact same name. she's cool enough to establish her own persona. the girl she was once partnered with in sophomore year, who was actually a decent student to work with (after y/n has worked with too many idiots in the past). the same girl that gave their number to beomgyu, perhaps she was to be thanked for starting this all. the best for last, the girl beomgyu has been in an on and off again relationship with. how wonderful.

isa wasn't necessarily mean, definitely not the kind of high school girl you see in media and film. she had a pretty smile that caused her eyes to crease up in an endearing manner. her lips were plump and nourished, everyone wanted to kiss her. her voice was soothing and sweet, both her talking and singing voice as she often took lead in the school's choir. even her fashion sense was always on point. tonight she's rocking a cream cropped cardigan sweater with a black miniskirt and pointed booties.

y/n started to feel insecure at her sight. clearly, she's gorgeous. how could beomgyu let her go? maybe beomgyu was even ashamed to be seen with a theatre geek like them right now. y/n still feels a grip around their fingers, so they know beomgyu is still holding their hand. okay, so maybe not ashamed. y/n shutters their eyelashes to join in on the conversation. they assume that they've missed some dialogue already.

“you know, i've been trying to talk to you,” isa points out slightly defeated, rocking her heals back and forth. her eye contact settles on beomgyu the entire time.

“yeah sorry,” an uncomfortable beomgyu lets out an apologetic chuckle, perhaps even some awkwardness was present. “i've been a little busy with the production and stuff.”

“even before the production?” her pitch is raised higher and isa squints her eyes in doubt. a smirk accompanies along with deciding to put her own hands in her pockets.

great, she still liked him.

beomgyu doesn't respond which leads to a beat of unbearable silence. y/n can tell he doesn't want to sit through this, they can feel his body tense up and the avoidance of meeting isa's eyes. even they can't come up with an excuse to be left alone, and they certainly hope isa wasn't there for their almost kiss two minutes ago.

as if she was able to read their minds, she speaks once more.

“well then, i'll leave you both to it,” isa smacks her lips together with a tight smile. she gestures with a free hand, pointing to each of them, “i assume this is about the production.”

boy was she wrong. still, beomgyu and y/n return a curt nod and isa begins to walk away, saying her goodbyes. she stops in her path to glance at y/n, the first time they haven't felt ignored throughout this interaction.

“oh, and it was nice seeing you again, y/n.”

just like that, the girl is out from view and the two are left in silence. y/n suddenly feels chillier and looks down to see beomgyu has stopped holding their hand. they don't know how long it's been that way.

“the moment was ruined, wasn't it?” y/n is almost afraid to ask, but the dread in their voice knows the answer already.

“yeah,” beomgyu blankly stares ahead until he looks to y/n with a forced smile.

they remain this way for a while, just gazing at each other for no reason. no intent to continue what they started. instead, they unanimously get up from the bench, feeling some resurgence in their legs after sitting there for so long. beomgyu picks up his guitar as y/n picks up any loose trash they might have left.

they walk side by side all the way to the parking lot, where beomgyu walks y/n to their car first. they each share comments about how much fun they had tonight, besides the last interruption. beomgyu leaves y/n to it, watching them buckle up inside their car, and eventually, watching them drive away.

…

with many thoughts rushing inside their mind, and slight dissatisfaction, y/n walks up to their front door. amongst all things to ponder about, they were most concerned with what they were going to tell their friends. granted, they did emphasize that they might kiss beomgyu, surely they were all anticipating a story time. how were they going to break the news that they never did? the reason being that his ex showed up of all people. y/n was still iffy about that incident, they felt like isa had hidden plans. as much as they hate to doubt her, they can't forget about what eliana once said about isa. sometimes the girl's infatuation with beomgyu influences her actions.

another forbidden thought was just how they were ever going to open up about what really happened between them and beomgyu those years ago. y/n has never told anyone what happened that night, and neither has beomgyu. would they be breaking some kind of bond of trust if they confessed to their friends? soobin has already been onto y/n for a few days, they don't know how much longer they could keep this secret.

most of all, how was y/n supposed to tell their friends that they like beomgyu?

almost dreading what's waiting for them on their phone, y/n places a hand on the doorknob as they search for their keys, ready to jiggle the lock and rest for the night. they are nearly successful — until they hear a car pull up on their driveway. did it just park?

y/n whips their head back, wondering if they should pull out their pepper spray. they've seen too many horror movies to not have this scenario cross their mind. there was no need for that because sure enough, it was beomgyu himself.

the boy makes his way up the steps until he is face to face with y/n. they try to read his expression, but they are too flabbergasted to even think straight. did he never go home? did he follow them to their house? this was either going to end well or go terribly wrong.

“beom-”

“you forgot this,” beomgyu pulls out a threaded object from his pocket. “you must've dropped it when we left.”

y/n's eyes trail onto his movement as he sticks his palm out, and they focus on the item in question. a bracelet that kai made for them in arts class a couple semesters ago. their favorite colors mixed together with the beads reading 'y/n >3<'. they've never taken it off and they feel fond of the memory being that soobin was pouty that he never received one. they almost consider giving it to him since the strings have gone loose. clearly to the point where it came off them.

“you couldn't give it to me tomorrow?” y/n can't help but ask the first question they can think of. it is valid though, why would he want to drive half an hour only to give back a bracelet?

beomgyu stares at the amusement on y/n's face as his eyes follow down to their lips once again, this time unbeknownst to y/n. it's not until he comes straight forward, practically trapping y/n against the door. one arm is on the doorframe while the other softly places onto y/n's chin, his thumb helping the eye contact. the scene compares to the very first day of theatre class backstage. only this time, y/n isn't repulsed by his boldness. in fact, they feel their legs give out at any moment.

“well, i was hoping we could finish what we started,” beomgyu admits in a low voice. the hand on y/n's chin moves down to stroke their arm until his fingertips reach for y/n's to hold.

y/n knows where this is going and the fact that this moment cannot be interrupted makes them crave for it even more.

“for the show,” y/n stammers out under their breath, referring to the practice they needed for their soon to be on stage kiss.

“for the show,” beomgyu repeats as he leans in a couple inches. he can almost feel y/n's eyelashes fluttering against his. ���cherry?”

y/n gulps down some needed air after hearing the safe word and nods slowly, then moving down to beomgyu's lips. here it goes.

“cherry.”

as soon as those words escape, beomgyu doesn't hesitate to make the first move. he's wanted a second chance at this for so long and it couldn't be more perfect. his lips brush against y/n's before they clash with confidence, finding a rhythm in their movement the longer the kiss went on. beomgyu's hand on the door wriggles down to find y/n's waist for more security, and that's the signal that things were about to move forward.

y/n takes the chance to bring their previously useless hands onto beomgyu's hair, using their fingers to tug some strands with each kiss. once they begin doing so, it leads beomgyu's tongue to ask for an entrance, to which y/n graciously accepts. throughout this entire makeout session, it dawns on them how they managed to mess this up the first time. were they that big of a dork that they couldn't land a simple kiss right? did beomgyu still think of them as lame because of that?

surely not, the boy can't help but sigh deeply with each contact and the deeper y/n digs through his scalp. not to mention, they taste just right. it's like their mouths were made for each other, it was going much more smoothly. beomgyu continues to hold his hands firm on y/n's hips, perhaps even stronger. y/n hums at the touch and the vibrations it sends through beomgyu's mouth leads him to smile in between the kiss, and y/n can't help but return the favor. it's at this moment they both realize the same things.

they were literally making out right now.

this was certainly not just for the show.

and this definitely ended well.

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[yizmiu]

SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung

010. champion | smau + written (928 wrds)

IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.

Heeseung felt the buzz of his phone from his back pocket of his washed out jeans. Reaching for it as he took a sip of the beer from his red solo cup, swallowing the alcohol as he opened his messages. “Y/n’s here, I’m gonna go get her.” He told his friends, earning a couple nods.

It took him a little while to get to the door, he did have to go through a swarm of bodies…

Heeseung opened the huge set of doors, seeing a couple of people hanging outdoors. Heeseung waved as he saw the two walking up the set of stairs. “Hi,” Heeseung smiled, his eyes glancing at any part of her face in an attempt to not start blushing.

“Have they started beer pong yet? Beom said he wanted to partner with me at the last party.” Soobin asked, cutting the tension between the other two. “They’re about to start, Beom said he was waiting for you.” Heeseung informed him. “Thanks.” Soobin said before walking into the big estate, leaving Heeseung and Y/n alone.

“I’m surprised you agreed to come.” He said. “Me too, I guess I’m becoming more comfortable around these types of situations.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders and chuckled.

“Let’s go watch them play beer pong.” Heeseung said, guiding the girl into the estate, eventually grabbing onto the girl's hand, not wanting her to get lost between the crowd of bodies.

Finally the two get a good view of the current beer pong game going on. It was Beomgyu and Soobin against Sungchan and Eunseok.

“Have you ever played before?” Heeseung asks. “Uhm, does cup pong on iMessages count?” Y/n kisses her teeth. “You’re funny.” Heeseung laughs. “Want to be my partner?” He pops the question.

“Are you good? Because I don’t want to be drunk tonight.” Y/n chuckles. “I’m literally like a champion, don’t worry.” He scoffed.

“Y/n and I got next!” Heeseung said, as the game was coming to an end and a couple people were resetting the cups. “Awh, now I’m gonna feel bad about winning.” Hyunjae sighed as he and Sunwoo approached the other side of the table. “Haha, me and Y/n are gonna cook you guys.” Heeseung said, making Y/n laugh.

Heeseung threw the first ball, making it into the center cup. The two were off to a great start, Y/n wasn’t actually so bad at the game. She missed a couple throws at times but it was okay because Heeseung would end up getting the ball into the cup either way.

Heeseung insisted on drinking the alcohol whenever it was her turn, she felt bad knowing that the boy was starting to get really tipsy.

Sunwoo made the ball into one of their cups. Heeseung’s hand went to grasp the red cup but Y/n grabbed it faster than him. She chugged it, trying to hide her facial expressions as she set the cup down. For the next couple of turns she drank the alcohol, getting a little tipsy herself.

“Last throw, are you guys ready to lose?” Hyunjae teased before throwing the ball, landing right into their last standing cup. The two boys' cheers were loud and so were the thousand of others around them. Heeseung and Y/n decided to split the last cup. Heeseung was already drunk by now and Y/n was just tipsy.

“Good game.” Heeseung bro hugged the two. “You’re not bad Y/n, was this your first time playing? Sunwoo asked. “Yeah.” She nodded her head. “It’s okay, you just went against the Kappa Chi legends, it’s an honor.” Sunwoo nods his head as he praises himself. “You’re corny, Sunwoo.” Y/n laughs at the boy.

Heeseung left the girl for a second, heading to the kitchen to grab the two bottles of water. He came back stumbling a little, “Heeseung! Already trying to sober up?” Yeonjun patted the boys back. “Soobin is drunk as shit, and Y/n is tipsy. How else is she gonna get home?” Heeseung said, Y/n’s heart started beating faster, blushing at the sign of consideration from Heeseung.

“Heeseung, I’m fine. I know you like to drink, I don't want to stop your fun, I can just get an uber.” Y/n told the boy. “No—No, you can’t trust ubers these days. I’ll sober up and drive you home.”

“Just—I need to take a quick nap before I do—can you bring me to Beomgyu’s room?” Heeseung asks the girl. “Yeah, of course.” Y/n holds onto the boy, guiding the boy to the room. Getting lost at first and taking the wrong turn upstairs.

“Sorry—I would bring myself but I can’t.” Heeseung apologizes as he is still holding onto the girl for support. “Don’t be, I understand.” Y/n finally finds Beomgyu’s room. She lays the boy onto the bed.

“Are you gonna go back downstairs and find Soobin?” Heeseung asks, his words slurring. “Most likely not, he’s probably making out with a stranger.” She chuckles. “Then can you lay with me?” Heeseung asks with no hesitation, the alcohol speaking for him. He pats the empty space next to him.

Y/n takes a while to finally answer. “Okay.” She moves her body to the other side of the bed, laying kind of awkwardly on top of the blanket. Heeseung rolls his body, now facing Y/n. His hand landed on top of hers.

Y/n’s face turns to the boy, watching him as he peacefully falls asleep, and soon later she would as well.

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Lovelynim's tickletober Day 28: "The number you have dialed..."

Sa Dowon x Seol Beom | Sa Dojin x Yoon Taeju

A/N: I didn't know what to write, but then I suddenly was like BSKDNFKFKF *AGGRESSIVE TYPING*

"The number you have dialed is outside the service area-"

For goodness sake. Where the hell had his stupid brother gone? Didn't they agree to meet at the cafe exactly at noon?!

"Still can't get through to Dowon?"

Dojin looked up and felt his heart trembling as it always did whenever he looked at his cute husband. "Thank you, hyung," he said, grabbing the cup of coffee Taeju gave him and he sighed. "That stupid Down hyung. I clearly said we had plans for the evening, if he expects me to wait, he's so wrong."

Taeju chuckled as he pulled his phone out. "Let me check if I can reach Beom, okay? We still have time, calm down."

Piip. Piip. Piip. Chak

"Ah? Beom? Hey, are you guys alright? Dojin and I are at the café and-"

"AHAHA! HEHEHELP!" Taeju immediately pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Dojin asked with a raised eyebrow.

"U-Uh... Uh, B-Beom?"

"H-Hyuhuhung! D-Dohohowon wohohon't-"

"Hyung?"

"Dowon? What's happening? Was Beom laughing?" Dojin frowned. What the heck was going on?!

"Ah, hyung, please tell my bitch-faced brother we won't make it in time. I made a very huge discovery right now and I need to investigate."

"D-Discovery?"

Dojin fought with all his might against the desire to take the phone from Taeju's hand and talk to his stupid brother.

"Yes~! My sweet Beom is ticklish, hyung, and I didn't know!"

"It's- It's like that?"

"Yes, so I really am busy right now so, I'm sorry, I'll hang up. We'll see you another day!"

"Nohoho! HYUHUHU- piiiiiip."

Dojin raised his eyebrows expectantly as Taeju looked at the screen of his phone incredulously, blinking as if trying to understand what had happened.

"... Taeju hyung?"

"Hmm, it seems they're busy, they said they'll see us another time, Dojin."

Dojin sighed. He didn't expect any more from his brother. It wasn't even worth getting angry about this anymore. He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. However, why did Taeju seem so distracted?

"Did they tell you something, hyung?"

Taeju blushed and he shook his head quickly. "No! They were their usual self, it's just... hey Dojin... are you ticklish?"

"Hah?!"

[gyumibear]

💖 create a sim(p)! — 27: first love

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — descriptions of creepy and threatening behavior, mentions of stalking, descriptions of nightmares. (wc — 2.5k)

You lay back on the soft, cream comforter of your new bed, reflecting on the day's events. Today had been a dragging one– the chore of unpacking boxes, but you had finally settled into the shared apartment. As you gazed around at the newly decorated space, you wondered if you really had completed everything on your to-do list. Yes, you had unpacked everything and put up the decorations just the way you wanted. It seemed like you had taken care of everything. Right? Right.

Felix was out as usual, probably hanging out with his friend Chan, who never seemed to warm up to you the few times you had met in the past. You couldn't help but wonder why Chan was so weird with you. It was as if he knew something about you that you didn't, something that made him untrusting of you. But it was whatever, you supposed, you brushed it aside. At the end of the day, you and Felix had a good relationship with each other, and nothing could change that.

As you continued to just think, you heard some weird noises near the front of the apartment. It sounded like someone was struggling to get in. You realized Felix must have forgotten his keys again. He didn’t do it often, but accidents happen you know. You chuckled at the thought good-naturedly, hopping off the bed to go let him in.

Crossing the threshold into the living room, you marveled at the sleek marble flooring and minimalistic decor. Felix wasn’t one to showcase his wealth, but you knew deep down he just wasn't into decorating. He’d probably let his mom do the decorating when he’d first moved in and never decided to change it. ‘Twas the way of men. 

To your surprise, when you opened the door, you found someone unexpectedly standing there, smiling mischievously as if they knew they weren't supposed to be there.

"Hey," Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of something. "So this is where you moved to. Figured you'd come running to Felix. That’s his name right?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Beomgyu, what are you doing here?" You asked neutrally, trying to keep your composure, but your mind– and heart– was racing. How did he find out where you lived? Why did he come here?

"Is that really important right now?" Beomgyu took a step closer, but you instinctively moved back, seeing a flash of hurt in his eyes before they regained their sparkle. "I'm here! Shouldn't you welcome your guest?"

"Beomgyu—"

"Call me Gyu! I like when you do that," he interjected with a playful grin.

You took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation. "Beom— Gyu, why are you here?"

His smile grew wider, and he seemed almost too eager. "I wanted to see you. It's been a while, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I mean, you never responded to my letter. I know I totally ran out on you, but I meant what I said on that live stream. I love you, YN."

You blinked in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. "Beomgyu, this isn’t right. You can't just show up unannounced like this. It’s basically stalking."

"I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t block my number. Why would you even do that?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, you stepped back, your hand on the doorknob. "Beomgyu, please leave. I don't know how you found out where I live, but this is crossing a line."

He stared at you, not speaking, and the sparkle in his eyes sent chills down your spine. How could someone look so blank yet have such bright eyes?

Panicking, you backed away, slamming the door behind you. Now, you were definitely going to run to your room to grab your phone and text Felix for help. There was something strange going on with Beomgyu and you didn’t want to be alone with him anymore. But as you turned around, you froze. 

Beomgyu was standing right in front of you, arms crossed, and his eyes no longer sparkled but appeared dark and intense. You’d never seen this look on him before. It didn’t even seem like one he could make! This wasn’t the Beomgyu you knew. At all.

"That was mean," The playful words didn’t match his cold, detached tone one bit. “It’s not nice to slam doors on your guests.”

"How did you–?” Your heart raced as you stumbled backward, hitting the door from the shock of his sudden proximity. Your mind was racing, desperate to find a way out of this hellish encounter. "Beomgyu, please just– go!"

But he didn't move, and the sense of unease and danger intensified. Your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Your eyes darted all over the apartment, trying to summon an exit that would get you distance from the black-haired man in front of you. It’s funny how an apartment that had just become a place of security for you now felt like a confined space as Beomgyu’s dark presence loomed over you.

Nobody spoke, but your previous words hung in the air, haunting the narrative. It was like you and Beomgyu were in a stalemate, the tension building and building. Your breathing had become shallow as your body trembled slightly from fear. The room was incredibly thick with an unspoken threatening aura and you knew something bad was going to happen to you. Helpless and terrified, you squeezed your eyes closed as Beomgyu finally darted towards you.

In your last moments, you screamed.

You found yourself jolting up in your bed, sweat almost drenching your body. You could feel the fabric of your comforter under your tight fists. You pulled your arm up to rest your hand on your heart, drinking in greedy breaths of air you hadn’t known you were lacking. So it was a nightmare? You hadn’t even realized you were asleep. It had felt so… real.

You kicked your feet over the edge of the bed, your unoccupied hand searching around aimlessly for your cell phone. When it was finally found, you quickly typed out a message to your roommate. He read it quickly, and a few short minutes later he was entering your room.

Felix’s warm brown eyes scanned your room, eyebrows creasing in worry when he’d finally found your defeated form. He walked over silently, arms opening as he neared you. You didn’t need to speak, you just let yourself find your way into his embrace. You weren’t crying or anything, but Felix knew you well enough to know when you needed a hug. You let him hold you until you weren’t shaking hard enough to inhibit your speech.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his soft, cotton shirt.

“What for?” He replied gently.

“I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“That’s okay,” You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t mind. Cause it’s you.”

You smiled a little at that, heartwarming. Your heart had slowed down to a more manageable beat, so you pulled away– missing the warmth as you did. Felix smiled down at you comfortingly before sitting next to you on the bed. His blond hair was messy, indicative of the rest he had just come from, but his eyes weren’t tired. No, it seemed like every time Felix looked at you his eyes became fuller with life.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” He tilted his head slightly, tone hesitant. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.”

“No, I–” You blinked slowly. You felt safe with Felix. “I want to. Cause it's you.” 

You spoke candidly, detailing every part of the nightmare you could remember. All the while, you noticed how concerned Felix was becoming, his facial expressions telling a story his mouth was not. When you finished, he turned his torso to wrap his arms around you once more. He rested his head on top of yours, nuzzling you in solace.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare,” He spoke softly, “You’re safe now.”

“Mm…” You snuggled deeper into his arms. “Thank you for coming.” 

The comforting weight of Felix’s body next to yours calmed your mood. His heartbeat grounded you, a steady rhythm that reassured you that you would be alright. His embrace was like a shield, protecting you from the lingering remembrance of the horrors of your nightmare. In moments like these, you realized just how much you relied on your friends and their unwavering support and friendship.

“Of course, you know I’m always gonna be here for you,” Felix whispered, his deep voice a soothing one in the darkness. “Always. You’re never alone when I’m around.”

“Why’re you so good to me?” You murmured mostly to yourself, but he still heard it.

“Well, do you really want the answer?”

“I guess so…”

“Okay,” He took a deep breath, “Ever since we were young I found myself enamored with you. It’s like you were this spark that lit the way for me in a world that was so vast and unknown. Like a guide, in a way. My north star, illuminating the dark path of childhood.

“From the way, you marched to the beat of your own drum, uncaring of how others may have perceived your decisions. You seemed so confident in yourself that it was contagious. You helped me onto the path of self-discovery. Eventually, growing up was so much easier when you were around, it felt like I could do anything with you by my side. You’re kinda the reason why I am the way I am today…”

Felix’s words brought memories of your shared childhood into your mind. Shared laughter, adventures, and secrets whispered flooded your mind. He had always been there, that was true. You couldn’t remember a memory without him somewhere in it. He and Sunoo had been with you almost your whole life. Your memories were treasured close to your heart, evidence of the connection between you three.

He sighed as if he was going back and reliving those moments as well. He pulled away from you to finally look you in your eyes as he spoke on. “You know, I had a feeling I liked you when we were kids but it was only until we were teenagers that I knew for sure.”

“Knew what?” You whispered softly, curious.

“That you were– are– my first love. I know we never got to the part where we said those three words when we were dating, but believe me, I knew the whole time. That’s what made breaking up so hard… But, I knew in my heart that we’d always be friends. That I’d be happy. Because our bond runs deeper than romantic love. It’s just love, in general. That’s why I’m here for you. Because you were for me, all along.”

His admission brought warmth to your face and tears to your eyes. You knew Felix cared about you, but you didn’t know it ran as deep as you’d just learned. And as your thoughts ran through your head: you knew you felt the same way. Felix was your first love too… And to an extent? He still was the only man you ever loved. Beomgyu came to mind for a second, but you weren’t thinking about him right now. It was all Felix.

“You know, YN, I’m sorry.” Your eyes widened in confusion.

“Why’re you sorry?”

“Cause,” He let out a soft chuckle, “I shouldn’t have let you go. I shouldn’t have broken us apart. I know you told me that it was fine and that I should just go, but I shouldn’t have. We could’ve figured something out, we always did before. I don’t know what made the last time so different.”

You took a deep breath, mulling over his sudden confession. You didn’t know he regretted what had happened between the two of you. You had always called it an amicable split after all. Turns out you’d been wrong. He didn’t want to break up. You’d thought you were doing the best for him, but really? 

You thought back to the day you two had played games together. It was after you had that disagreement with Beomgyu and Felix called to cheer you up. You had thought back on your relationship then too but pushed it aside to save your friendship. You had made so many mistakes… Your heart was heavy with regret and enlightenment.

“I thought it’d be better off that way…” You admitted, biting your lip softly. “You’re right though, we would’ve found a way… I just made some bad judgment.”

“And that’s okay.” Felix assured you kindly, “You’re human.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while. There was a weight of unspoken emotions and feelings lingering in the air. This conversation had gotten heavy, but… Not in a bad way? But there was something you were mustering up the courage to ask your friend.

You whispered softly, your heart beating loudly in your chest. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do,” Felix answered immediately, no hesitation or lies in his words. “I’ve loved you for so long I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.”

“Yeah,” You felt relieved, knowing he felt that way. “Me too… I don’t think I could ever stop loving you either, Lix. You’re… You’re my first love too.”

At that moment, you realized the bond between you and Felix ran deeper than just platonic or romantic. It was a mature love, cultivated by understanding and time. An unbreakable connection that could stand the test of time. It was like your story with each other was far from over, rather it was just beginning.

You and Felix stayed nestled together for some time after that, talking rarely. Your conversation had said enough for tonight. His presence filled the silence enough, and soon you were able to fall asleep again. When you were snoozing peacefully, Felix tucked you in gently. With a small kiss on your forehead, he smiled to himself before leaving to retire in his own bed.

a/n — sorry this update was late, i was working hard to make it peak for y’all!! anyways, what are your thoughts? ynlix endgame or do y’all miss yngyu? also, thoughts on yn’s nightmare? 🤭

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