#beom tae ha x reader

[ayno-magi]

Tears on a Withered Flower 🥀: Ch. 1

⤷ (Reader Insert)

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this might be not everyone’s cup of tea since it’s mostly reader simping over na hae (mc)

but, if you guys really want i GUESS i can make beom tae x reader w smut maybe 😒🥱

pls PLS lmk what you guys think in the comments 🫶

kind of shitty to be honest since the next word I kept typing was coming out of my ass

additional tags: afab reader, reader being a bisexual icon, how could you not fall for this fine mama cause GYYATT DAYUM, na hae soo x reader x beom tae ha, reader simping over na hae, reader is in mid 20s, sesbian lex???, reader with a milf/dilf complex

incorrect grammar and misspelling ahead

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It was nearly midnight when the shrill ringtone of your phone jolted you awake. Blinking against the darkness, you fumbled for your device, the screen's harsh light making you squint. The name that flashed across the display sent a jolt of adrenaline through you: Na Hae Soo. In an instant, you shot upright, heart pounding as surged of mostly nervousness and excitement, your blood rushing to your head.

This was the first time Haesoo called you first. Your hands shook as you answered, breathless, “...hello?” Your voice came out hoarse, prompting you to clear your throat, but before you could speak again, a shaky voice broke through the line. 

“(L/N)... I-I... need you *hic*,” Haesoo's words were laced with distress, and you could hear the tremor in her voice, hinting at tears. A wave of concern washed over you—was she in trouble? Had her husband hurt her? “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming to get you!” you blurted out, kicking off the covers and reflexively putting on your slippers.

You stumbled around your room, colliding with furniture and nearly tripping over the chaos strewn about. Catching yourself against the wall, you flicked on the light, urgency propelling you forward. “Just wait for me, okay, Na Hae!” you shouted as you dashed out, grabbing your keys from the counter.

Pulling the phone away, you realize she had hung up. Panic flooded your body as you burst through the door, the chill of the night air prickling your skin. You raced down the stairs, nearly losing your footing, and slammed into your car. With a quick flick, you unlocked it and started the engine, ignoring the seatbelt as you sped out of the parking lot, foot pressing hard on the gas, heart racing with every second that passed.

*Several Months Ago*

You finally finished doing pick up orders, your knees protesting as you bent down to ease the strain from standing too long. Glancing around you spotted Jeong sweeping the floor, you called out to her, "Could you take this out to the front for me once you're done?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the table brimming with bouquets. "You finished that quickly! It hasn't been long at all! Thank you, Unnie!" She exclaimed, her joy palpable, mostly because it meant she was spared from the heavy lifting that you had just tackled.

"Yeah yeah, no problem," you replied, you wiped your green-stained hands on your apron and let out a weary sigh, contemplating a much-deserved lunch break.

But just as you began to relax, a loud voice pierced the air, "¿Dónde está la perra que estaba coqueteando con mi novio?!” (“ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!”)

Ooor not. 

You and Jeong exchanged alarmed glances, the malice in the voice unmistakable despite the foreign language. Your shoulders slumped in resignation. "I'll go check it out," you said, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead.

"Estas flores... ¿quién se las dio a mi novio?!" the voice continued, sharp and accusatory. ("ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ—ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!?")

"Um- ma'am please, I-" You heard Haesoo's voice trembled, laced with fear.

"¡Fuiste tú quien le dio esto a mi novio, puta!" the woman shouted, her fury palpable. ("ᵂᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ!")

Your heart raced as you quickened your steps, rounding a corner to find a woman violently waving a bouquet, petals scattering like confetti in a storm, while Hae-soo stood with her head bowed, clearly shaken. Without hesitation, you moved closer, wrapping one arm around Haesoo's shoulder and taking her trembling cold hands in yours, offering her a sense of safety. Haesoo snapped her head up in surprise at your presence, but the warmth of your embrace enveloped her, and for a moment, she felt shielded from the chaos surrounding them.

You pulled her in close, your voice low and soothing,  "¿Cómo podemos ayudarle?" ("ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ?") A gentle smile graced your lips as the woman turned her attention to you, her thrashing seemingly to subside, "Quiero enfrentar a la zorra que le envió estas flores a mi novio; ¡al parecer estaba coqueteando con él!" Her voice escalated with each word, and you could see Haesoo ever so slightly trembling beside you, yet your warm grip around her hands remained steady and reassuring. ("ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ; ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ!")

"Lo siento, pero no vendemos ese tipo de flores-" ("ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ-" ) you were interrupted.

"¡NO! ¡Esta es una florería donde mi novio las compró! ¡¿Dónde está la zorra que le dio esto a mi novio?!" Her words dripped with venom, and you felt your eyebrow twitch, but you maintained your calm demeanor, the smile still plastered on your face. ("ᴺᴼ! ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶦᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ! ᴺᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!!")

"Lamentablemente señora, no sabemos quién le vendió esas flores a su novio, ¿tiene usted un recibo” ("ᵁⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃ'ᵃᵐ, ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵖᵗ?")

"Por qué demonios-" ("ᵂʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ-")

""Si no lo haces, entonces debo pedirte que te vayas."(“ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ.")

Her indignation was palpable as she raised the arm clutching the flowers, and you braced yourself, is this chick gonna do what you think she's gonna do. With a swift motion, she swung her arm down, aiming to strike you with the sharp thorns. Instinctively, you released Hae-soo's hand and seized the woman's wrist with a firm grip.

"Por favor, vete ahora." ("ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ, ⁿᵒʷ.")Your eyes narrowed into slits, trying to channel the intensity of a movie villain, you think it worked cause she seemed like she was gonna shit her pants; she struggled in your grasp, shaking you off, the flowers tumbling from her grasp. Taking a few steps back, she muttered under her breath, "Perra loca...." Stomping off as the door's bells jingled in her wake, you stuck out your tongue, retorting, "You're the crazy puta.” ( “ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ”) You scoffed. (“ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ...”)

How infuriating.

"Um..." a soft, hesitant voice broke the silence beside you, drawing your attention to Haesoo, who remained nestled in your embrace. Her face was mere inches from yours, and while she appeared to look much more at ease, she was still shaken. 

Ah, maybe cause you were squeezing her tight against you to the point her chest was squishing against yours creating an overwhelming closeness. The warmth of her body was pressed against yours was almost overwhelming. Her wide, expressive eyes seemed to drift into a distant haze, while her delicate lips formed a subtle frown that tugged at your heart.

Jesus fucking christ her boobs are just so-

What the hell am I thinking!

You lifted your hands up in the air like her body burned your skin, "I'm so sorry!!" your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you averted your gaze, feeling as though you had stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to witness, "I didn't mean to touch you without your consent; it's just that I was worried that lady was gonna-"

"No! It’s not that, it’s just..." Her voice cut through your flustered ramble and as you lowered your hands, you turned your head to meet her gaze. To your surprise, she appeared more bashful than upset, her head bowed in a gesture of humility. "I’m sorry for not being any help," she murmured, her tone soft and laden with sincerity. You gasped hard, feeling your soul left your body, "Oh my goodness! Please raise your head! There's no need to apologize something when you did nothing wrong!" You were more embarrassed that an older women, like her, was bowing to someone younger, like you. 

"I should be thanking you and I'm sorry you had to deal with a person like that, conflict is one of the most difficult situations we face because it thrusts us out of our comfort zone, don't feel the need to apologize so please raise your head Haesoo," you urged, your heart swelling with empathy for her.

She raised her gaze to meet yours, and as your words washed over her, a sense of calm enveloped her. The tension in her shoulders eased, and the frown that had etched itself on her lips began to fade. Her hands came together in front of her, fingers nervously intertwining as she spoke, "Thank you for your help. If there's any way I can repay you, please let me know." There was a shyness in her demeanor, a timidity that hinted at the weight of her thoughts, as if she were perpetually lost in her own world.

Yet, the sudden outburst from a customer jolted her back to reality, the harshness of the shouting ringing in her ears, though the words were lost on her. She struggled to appease the irate woman, but nothing seemed to work, and soon tears pricked at her eyes while her hands trembled uncontrollably. A wave of helplessness washed over her; she didn't know what to do, she needed to do something to fix this but what? What could she do, she can't even fix her relationship how can she do this. The air thickened around her, her vision blurred, and her mind spiraled with despair—she can't, she can't fix this. 

But then, the warmth of your hands enveloped hers, and your presence shattered the oppressive atmosphere that had weighed so heavily on her. The burdens that had felt suffocating began to lift, and as she watched you effortlessly converse with the lady in a language with ease, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Your eyes met hers, and a reassuring smile broke through the tension;

Everything is gonna be okay.

Is what your smile said.

Haeso felt...

She felt protected, she felt safe. Even though it was such a simple touch on the shoulder and on her trembling hands, she just melted into you. Those small gestures, so seemingly insignificant—transforming her anxiety into a comforting warmth—meant everything at that moment. 

You shook you head, a playful grin spreading across your face. "There's no need, anyone sensible would do that for someone in your position," you admitted, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you as you absentmindedly scratched the back of your neck. "And if you ever need someone to give those pesky customers a good scare, just say the word—I'm totally your girl," you added with a cheeky wink, feeling your cheeks start to burn. 

Ah, I’m so cringe.

Despite the countless hours spent in the same space, you had never really engaged in a meaningful conversation with Haesoo. You had always assumed she preferred her solitude or the chatting with Jeong, which often consisted of the young girl doing most of the talking while Haesoo listened quietly.

Yet, as you looked into her eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. As cliche as it sounds.

Haesoo had an air of mystery about her, a quiet strength that intrigued you.

Your eyes glazed over at her, as you wonder what she was like outside of work.

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The days you saw Haesoo you greeted her and when there was downtime you made light conversations that never ventured too deep, careful not to probe too much into her life, as her responses often carried a hint of hesitation. It was as if she wore a veil over her thoughts, keeping herself at a distance, and you respected that unspoken boundary. 

"I finished up over here with the pre-orders, need a hand with yours?" You glanced over at Haesoo, who paused momentarily to look at your end of the table, every flower prepped and wrapped up neatly, "You really are fast," she awes before looking back at the remaining flowers that haven’t been finished, shrugging you took the untouched blooms from her side and began to arrange them, "I majored in art back in college, cause I thought I wanted to do something with that. I was wanted to find something that would help me be able to express myself back then. So the alluring of colors, shapes, and the stories they could tell captivated me. I wanted to share my vision with others and I thought I was convinced that this would be my passion, but that didn't really happen in the end."

Jeez college seemed like forever ago.

Haesoo listened carefully, her ears perking up, "You want to become an artist?" She folded the cellophane wrap on the table, glancing at the flowers you had completed. "Hmm, I did. But now I'm not sure what I want to do," you admitted, grabbing the back of your neck and titled your head to the side, feeling satisfied after hearing a pop. 

"Now, I'm unsure of my future, I feel a little lost so I don't know what I want to do right now, kind of losing hope to be honest," you joked at the end, but it held some truth, Haesoo fell silent, which made you wondered if you overshared-

"Don't worry about the future; you should enjoy the present while you're young," she finally said

Haesoo pauses for a minute, "But, I hope you can create the future you want as well," she added, her gaze drifting into the distance, as if she was thinking something more about than she had said. Her eyes always look like they have something yearning, that’s what you thought anyway.

"I will try my best," you replied, giving her a cheeky smile as you nodded in agreement, but after that, a comfortable silence enveloped you both, leaving the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, a sense of urgency washing over you as you sprang to your feet, "I have to get going," you exclaimed, hastily wiping your hands on your apron for the umpteenth time, but the faint of green stained your fingers still. Haesoo looked up, unexpected at your sudden leaving, "You have a short shift?" Haesoo looked up from her work, surprise flickering across her face at your abrupt departure. "Do you have a short shift today?" she inquired, her hands deftly adding the final touches to a vibrant bouquet.

You nodded, removing your apron and balled it up half hazardly, "Yeah, I have another job and my boss isn't very lenient about the schedule, so I have to be there on time whenever he calls for me." You lowered your gaze, a hint of regret creeping into your voice. "I’m really sorry I can’t stick around to help you finish up." The thought of leaving her despite not being alone still tugged at your conscience, but the clock was relentless, and you could already feel the weight of your next responsibility pressing down on you.

Haesoo waved her hands in front of her, "No need to apologizes," she reassured you, her understanding nature shining through like sunlight breaking through clouds. "I completely get it. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. Besides, you helped me so much,” She returned her focus to the bouquet, her fingers dancing among the petals as she arranged them with care. "Just make sure you take a moment to breathe, okay? You’re doing so much already."

You appreciated her kindness, but the urgency of your situation loomed large. "Thanks, Haesoo. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I can come in early tomorrow to help open?" You offered, hoping to ease the guilt that gnawed at you.

"That sounds perfect," she replied her voice laced with gratitude. "Just don’t overwork yourself. You need to take care of you too." 

With a pep in your step, you felt a spark of giddiness in your chest, "I will! I’ll see you tomorrow!" You called over your shoulder as you rushed toward the door.

Haesoo's gaze lingered at where you had just disappeared, an unexpected wave of loneliness crashing over her like a sudden storm. It felt as though a piece had been whisked away, leaving behind a hollow ache. Like she had forgotten something a long time ago and wanted to see it once more, and she found herself closing her eyes, lost in contemplation. What was this strange sensation that had crept in so swiftly? Just moments ago, she had felt perfectly content, completely fine a second ago.

"I will try my best," you had said, your smile bright.

In that instant, Haesoo's heart raced, a wild drumbeat that seemed to drown out the world around her. She opened her eyes, her palms instinctively pressing against her chest as if to steady the tumult within. Confusion swirled in her mind; why did the mere thought of you send her spiraling into a dizzying mix of emotions?

"Unnie! We have customers!" Jeong's voice cut her thoughts.

"C-Coming!.." Haesoo called out softly, she looked down at her hands, remembering your warmed hands that touched hers. She remembered they were stained with green from the flowers, your fingers and knuckles having small cuts and scabs, and the smell of blue gum lingering on your hands. A small pout fell on her lips;

She wished she could've talked more with you.

To be continued…

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The story is far from over, but I want to know you’re guys’ thought so far,

Beom Tae is definitely gonna make an appearance if I kept going

(I have the rest of the story saved somewhere else hehe).

Lmk if you like it and all,

I know ya’ll want Beom Tae,

but I didn’t want to continue if ya’ll aren’t interested😩🫶

[21aurora]

Guys , help ! I need a fanfic story for this manhwa so badly

Tears on a Withered Flower

Beom tae-ha x reader

[fairybinie]

pairings: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, humor, angst, high school au (seniors), drama club, enemies to lovers, social media au + written chapters

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?

warnings: profanity, mentions of kissing, beomgyu teasing y/n constantly, alcohol, will add more if needed.

featuring: the rest of txt, OC character, isa from stayc.

start date: march 13, 2023

end date: tbd

updates: monday, wednesday, friday

status: ongoing

notes: i told y’all beomgyu would get his own love story! i’m really nervous releasing this after my previous smau, but i’m excited nonetheless to share this with you all. thank you to @boba-beom especially for helping me plan this story and @iyeonjuni for the lovely header as always. i hope you all enjoy this smau and i cannot wait to start this new era <3

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[inniessick]

What the TXT members are like in bed

Pairing: txt ot5 (separate) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut obvi, dom!yeonjun, taehyun, hueningkai(?), switch!beomgyu, soobin. kissing, PIV, no protection (dont be silly), cussing, teasing, overstim, titty sucking? (soobin), facesitting (kai), lowkey manhandling (beom, tae), choking (tae), crying (good way, tae), bratty beomgyu, mayhaps that's all lmk if I missed anything.

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yeonjun who can't get enough of being so close to you. he's willing to fuck you absolutely silly anytime you want, even if it means every night. its almost a way for him to show how much he loves you. to be that vulnerable with you. it doesn't matter how, when, or where. he wants to be inside of you in some way. drilling into you from behind while you're struggling to hold yourself up altering cumming for the nth time, "cmon babe, really gonna make me hold you up too? fucked ya too good?" he's dragging his lips along your shoulders and back, lighting tugging your hair. every time you clench around him he lets out a groan or whimper. jjunie is not afraid to make noise and let you know how good he's feeling thanks to you. or, lightly rocking into your cunt in the early hours of the morning just before work. he's not saying much, just "love you, feels good," muttering and holding your back to his chest, taking in your warmth. no matter what though, yeonjun always makes a mess of your cunt. granted, he takes his time cleaning you up, but he loves to see how well you've taken him.

soobin who's such a switch. sub leaning of course. what can he say? he just wants to be taken care of. after all he looks after 4 guys, is it too much to ask to come home and have you ride him till he's panting and overstimulated? he may even let you tie him up and have him sobbing just to cum all for you, "please? let me cum, need to. can't take it anymore," or maybe he wants to suck on your tits and rut his hips into yours. surely you'll be nice to him and just give him what he wants right? after all, he's "such a good boy", until you make him jealous. tables turn real quick. he doesn't care if you "didn't mean to," just what the fuck were you doing choosing to sit with his hyung over him? as if that wasn't bad enough you let him drink from the same cup as you! soobin contained it, until you got home. youre immediately taken to your shared bedroom and pinned onto the bed while he has his way with you. he's grabbing your jaw forcing you to look at him, he's spilt load after load into your pussy; truly not caring how much you've gotten off. "you're all mine, got it? only I make you feel this good, baby. nobody can do it like me. not kai, not taehyun, not beomgyu, and absolutely not yeonjun."

beomgyu whos as much of a tease as he is a brat. he just has to have both. he'll have you crying under him and he works his fingers into you, palm grazing over your clit lightly. it's not enough, you really just need more, more pressure, another finger, anything. "beom, please wan' more. ah- need it, please beomie." "not enough, love? you're still writhing under me. not too sure if you deserve anything else." his goal is to make you beg for him, just for him. after he's done fucking you dumb on his fingers and mouth he'll do it again with his dick. he'll play around and let you ride him, he'll let you be in charge for just awhile, but he won't make it easy for you. "let me be in charge, aren't you tired?" grabbing your hips harshly, "i'm so much better at it too, you'll love it. you always like the way I fuck you." he's already trying hard not to hold you down and paint your insides white, but you dont need to know that. you put your all into your movements, lifting yourself up before sinking all the way back down, attempting to shut him up; but it's beomgyu, in the end he's always gonna win. good thing him winning includes making you cum another couple times.

taehyun isn't here to play games. you're gonna listen to him wether you like it or not. all he wants is for you to be good for him, not that hard right? hes always in charge. you like it that way. rough day at work? he has your knees touching your shoulders, hands pinned to your thighs while you scratch at his shoulders and back. "feels good doesn't it? such a good girl for me, all mine." he fucks into you deeper while littering your neck with kisses and hickeys. everyone knows you're his. "all yours tae. your good girl promise. wanna cum for you, may i? please please." he murmurs a small yes into your neck, bringing one of his hands to your clit making you unravel immediately. he's there to make you listen to him. hand wrapped around your throat, bruises left on your hips from his merciless grasp. he'll bite at your skin, curse against it too. he wants to make you both feel good, just on his terms. you wouldn't have it any other way. not when he kisses every part of your skin, praises you, and leaves you breathless with tear stained cheeks from overstimulation. you bet your ass it felt godly too.

hueningkai.. oh hyuka.. he is there to serve!! tired? let him fuck you to sleep while you cuddle his plushies. want to relax? ride his face please and thanks. wanna stop thinking? he'll make you cum so many times you won't know anything but his name. and hyuka will beg for this, he will absolutely get on his hands and knees and do everything in his power to get you to let him. you won't meet a better service top than him. he's rubbing your back after a bath as you sit on his lap, "you seem real stressed baby." you let out a small laugh, "that would be because i am." you don't know quite how you got there but kai has already taken your panties off and is laying flat pointing to his face, "sit, let me make you feel better," "c'mon kai, you don't have to." "please ride my face, i'll take care of you, just wanna make you cum." he has the most convincing puppy eyes too. inching up more and more before resting your core above his face, not fully sitting. he's gonna change that though. grabbing your thighs and sitting you on his flattened tongue. youre nearing release within minutes. he just knows exactly what to do to get to you; it's his job after all. kai himself is moaning against your cunt everytime you grind down onto his mouth. you're in for a good time alright, he's gonna make sure you relax.

a/n: oh hey sorry for my lack of posting.. take this as an apology???????? i'm gonna try and get back to it guys i swear.. anyways just thinking about with the whole of txt thank yew. again i apologize for not updating.. i was not living the life. i'm trying to keep writing again now tho! for txt now too 🧌. i'm trying guys pls don't hate me istg. yes hyuka gets extra words bc.. im hyuka biased I can't help it guys I got carried away...

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BABE I NEED TO HEAR UR THOUGHTS ON PERV!TXT X CHUBBY READER !!!! (if u want ofc 🫶)

THIS SERIOUSLY PLAGUES MY MIND AND I NEVER SEE PERV!TXT WRITTEN WITH CHUBBY!READER 😔

personally i think the pervert in them would just see more surface area to look at and touch and therefore, they’d fucking love chubby girls 🤭

chubby!reader with big boobs might even make them explode *cough cough* kaiandsoobin *cough*

poor boys can’t control themselves when u just look so yummy and voluptuous with ur chub spilling over the top of ur mini skirt :( and ur thick, delectable thighs on full display. if u bend over if front of them they’re done for. seeing the outline of ur pussy against ur panties will have them going dizzy 😵‍💫 immediately excusing themselves to the bathroom to take care of themselves shshsjsidin

and they’re so so cute n shy. especially once u realize what’s going on and start to purposefully tease them 🫢

-🍑

peach! ur so right..they'd see ur body as this magnificent, beautiful being for them to explore every inch of.

cw. perv!txt x chubby!reader (mostly), yj stalker-ish vibes kinda, reader wears a skirt, soob takes pics of reader without consent, masturbation, beom steals, tae records reader's voice without consent, jiggle, squeezing, bouncing tits, etc..

yeonjun would be aware of your whereabouts at all times. if you're a stylist or makeup artist or something, his eyes are always on you, looking you up and down, watching for any sort of wardrobe malfunction, skirt's too short when you bend over, shirt hangs a bit too low and the tops of ur tits keeps peeking out. he's just always...looking. and he's caught on to a few things too—you wear pink panties every monday, you don't wear bras on fridays, and you breathe a little heavier around him than you do the rest of them.

soobin definitely takes sneaky pics of ur tiddies. when u bend over and ur cleavage is on full display, he can't whip his phone out fast enough. and definitely jerks off to them in the shower later. imagining ur tits filling his big hands so perfectly...he managed to get a couple live photos of you laughing, ur tits bouncing along with ur giggle and they almost make him cum untouched holy fuck ur so hot.

beomgyu steals shit from you. he swiped the hand lotion from your purse when u weren't looking so he could use it to stroke himself, his hand smelling like you. oops, you left a hair clip on the counter? it's gone now. you left a notebook and he went to take a look, feeling guilty before he even touched it. but he just had to see what your handwriting looked like. but when he saw his name on one of the pages...he couldn't not read that, right?

taehyun secretly records ur voice nd listens to it while he works out ehehe. imagining it's u he's lifting when he bench presses. turns his frustrations into energy, thinking about throwing you around and squeezing you. every bit of you, ur tiddies, thighs, ass, anything and everthing. keeps his headphones in while he jerks off to ur voice in the shower.

hueningkai!!! idk if this counts as a perv thing, but he'd just buy stuff for you <3 leaving lil gifts from ur secret admirer all the time. pays super close attention to every little detail about you...has ur perfume memorized so he can pick it out again at the perfume shop to gift to you anonymously, making u think how did they know...? carefully watches as you bend over, catching a sneaky lil peeky of the band on ur panties so he can get you more of the same brand. changes his phone background to match urs to pretend ur a couple <3

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take it! by koqabear

— 22k words. chaebol!beomgyu, chaebol!taehyun! x fem!reader. fluff, angst (questionable), smut, mc wears glasses, beomgyu is fucking mean, mc is shy/ easily flustered, constant teasing, and cockblocking, bg thinking with his dick half the time, mc is a coward, mentions food/alcohol, dub-con (in one scene), exhibitionism, fingering, bg is a perv, a ton of kissing, soft dom!tae, hard dom!gyu, sub!mc, threesome, oral, (f&m receiving) handjobs, raw sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie(s), sloppy seconds, overstimulation, marking, aftercare.

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— 5k words. dom!taehyun, noona!reader, uses she/her pronouns and has boobs big enough to give him a titjob, taehyun calls you noona and princess, taehyun has a full blown boob fetish, body worship?? boob worship?? perv!taehyun, semi (?) public sexual acts, fem oral receiving, titjob.

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— shortcake by fairybinie (sfw, fluff)

— how about we kiss? by txtscenarios (nsfw)

— because you & i by koosc (sfw, slight angst, fluff)

— kang's garden by soov (sfw, fluff)

— come back soon by banggyu0308 (nsfw)

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📼  d r a m a  📼

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 2.7k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: fluff, yeonjun and beomgyu are headaches for taehyun and hueningkai nothing new, y/n is a nervous wreck and soobin is a big flirt

a/n: DID YOU EXPECT A WRITTEN CHAPTER? DID YOU? D I D Y O U?

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

Beomgyu’s cheerful voice sounded out through the limo as he tapped Taehyun’s arm incessantly.

“You asked that five minutes ago,” Taehyun deadpanned. “No. We’re not there yet,”

“But we’re late!”

As Beomgyu whined, Y/N checked her phone subtly.

new message from prince soobinie: i’ll see you later babe

Taehyun’s phone rang with a message, which Beomgyu promptly read out—much to Taehyun’s displeasure.

“Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun and Hueningkai on Sir Beomgyu’s important guest lists have arrived,” Beomgyu read out before smiling happily. “Soobinie-hyung!”

“I regret putting so much people in that list,” Taehyun groaned. “My phone has been ringing since the gala started. I don’t need to know when people arrive,”

“Choi Soobin’s there?” Y/N gulped, which made Beomgyu turn to her with an amused, mischievous expression.

“Yes?” Beomgyu grinned. “Hyung’s there.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that we’re not close with Soobin?” Taehyun chastised.

“But we could be!” Beomgyu argued.

Y/N ignored the bickering two and looked back at her text.

She didn’t really care about Soobin, the superstar.

She just wanted to see her Soobin.

Whoever it was.

“We’re here,”

Taehyun’s red hair shone brightly in front of the cameras.

Despite being Beomgyu’s secretary, everybody knew him best as Beomgyu’s best friend, which in extension, makes him one of the most eligible bachelors of the business world after Choi Beomgyu.

Choi Beomgyu, president and heir of Choi Industries, was ever the star.

His smile was blinding as he stood next to Taehyun in the red carpet, the way he carried himself further solidifying his status as the most sought-after bachelor of the business world—even if he really goofed off too much.

On the other side of Beomgyu was Y/N, ever pretty and very much alluring.

Completing the trio, Y/N’s presence outsold every single girl in the gala.

Her connection to Beomgyu was one of the reasons why she was a very famous girl when it comes to men and women in the business world looking for connections, yet her eyes danced around the area looking for someone specific.

If only she knew who to find.

“Y/N, who are you wearing today?”

“Beomgyu, over here!”

“Taehyun, give us a smile!”

Beomgyu gave them one final smile before slinging an arm around Y/N and tugging Taehyun’s blazer.

“Let’s go,”

The three walked off of the red carpet and out of the public eye, which made Beomgyu give a big breath before stretching.

In front of their eyes, the cool, attractive president of Choi Industries transformed into a whining baby.

“Facing paparazzi is so tiring, guys,” he pouted. “I deserve a nap,”

Taehyun rolled his eyes and dragged Beomgyu inside the venue, grumbling under his breath as Beomgyu whined again.

Chuckling, Y/N followed both boys in.

It was no secret she was a little bit nervous.

Even if she told both Beomgyu and Taehyun she dressed up because she knew being in the gala meant being in the eyes of the paparazzi, all three of them knew it was for the person behind the Choi Soobin account she’d been talking to.

The same Soobin who hadn’t sent any words her way after his earlier “see you later,” text.

As soon as they entered, Beomgyu gasped loudly and pointed over at a head of bright neon yellow hair by the dessert table.

“It’s Choi Yeonjun,” he gasped.

The said boy stood by the buffet table, bouncing with a macaroon in hand and his phone recording in another.

“Yeah,” Taehyun answered, nonchalantly gesturing over at the tall boy next to Yeonjun. “and that’s Hueningkai,”

Beside him stood Hueningkai, who was also bouncing in his spot as he tugged on Yeonjun’s arm and pointed at a gigantic Mollang balloon with another.

Choi Soobin was nowhere to be found.

Taehyun and Beomgyu exchanged a look and faced Y/N with teasing grins.

Y/N cleared her throat and shook her head.

“I’m not looking for Soobin,” She squeaked in a small voice.

“Oh,” Beomgyu smirked, giggling mischievously. “but we didn’t say anything about him,”

Y/N scrunched her face and opened her mouth to argue at the boy who cackled loudly, but was interrupted by Taehyun.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Touchy,” a new voice chuckled, which made Beomgyu snap his head up and Y/N turn hers.

Behind Y/N stood Jaemin, his arm around a pretty girl in a bright red dress.

The girl he cheated on Y/N on.

“Oh, Jaemin, hello,” Y/N said, her eyes wide. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Nope, definitely not,”

“You three didn’t check the guest list this time?” Jaemin asked.

Beomgyu glared at the boy, pulling Y/N to stand beside him.

“We did, we just didnt care to look for you,” he answered curtly.

“That’s so cute. Beomgyu’s business tone, I mean,” Jaemin laughed.

“Hi, Beomgyu,” Jaemin’s girlfriend said. “I’m Soo-Min. It’s so nice to finally meet you,”

“It’s Mr. Choi,” Taehyun answered. “This is the president of Choi Industries, he’s not your friend,”

Y/N smiled at her friends’ overprotectiveness, if Beomgyu’s tight grip on the back of her dress was anything to go by.

She reached her hand up to pat Beomgyu’s shoulder. “At ease, soldier,”

Beomgyu only rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Hi, nice to see you again,” Y/N nodded over at the girl and raised her eyebrows at Jaemin. “And you,”

“Hey,” Jaemin nodded with a smirk. “Soo-Min got an invite here. You know how she’s really famous. She got here all by herself, without any connections you know? She’s on a brand deal.”

“What are you trying to say, hyung?” Beomgyu asked, irritated. “I’ve got more important people to talk to, hurry it up,”

Jaemin raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, come on Gyuu. I’m Jaeminie-hyungie, remember? You don’t have to be so formal with me,”

Beomgyu’s fist curled up into a ball.

“Y/N, Beom, let’s go,” Taehyun said. “I see Mr. Kim,”

“Ah, business-like as always, Tae,” Jaemin said, patting his shoulder. “Lighten up,”

Taehyun glared at the boy and pushed his hand off his shoulder.

“Why the hostility, boys?” Jaemin asked, wrapping his arm around Soo-Min’s waist. “Is it because I broke up with Y/N?”

“The break-up isn’t the problem, it’s the reason why,” Beomgyu said through clenched teeth, his eyes wandering over to Soo-Min.

The girl only smiled.

“It’s no biggie, guys,” Jaemin shrugged. “I just don’t love Y/N anymore,”

Y/N stayed silent and bit her lip, vaguely aware of the rising tempers of the two boys beside her.

Jaemin shrugged and back-hugged Soo-Min right in front of them.

“I mean look at Soo-Min, she’s so hot and proper and pretty,” Jaemin shrugged. “But I mean, I get it. Sorry Y/N, I hope you move on soon,”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“I mean I know you’re still not over me,” Jaemin said. “But I’ve moved on, and so should you,”

Beomgyu straightened up, his glare sharpening as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Jaemin-hyung, but I—“

“Finally found you,” A voice said, tone lilting as two arms wrapped itself around Y/N’s waist and a towering figure pressed itself against her back. “Hi, babe,”

Beomgyu and Taehyun only gaped with wide eyes as the familiar voice reached Y/N’s ears.

A voice she only heard from the television whenever Beomgyu insisted she watch Once Upon A Lovestory re-runs with him.

Y/N’s hands landed on the arms around her waist, and she turned to see Choi Soobin smiling at her with his hair falling over his face.

“You’re late,” he hummed tightening his grip on her. “Now, about those kisses you wanted saying yesterday, let me—“

“I—uh, Beomgyu! Beomgyu,” Y/N sputtered. “Beomgyu wanted to buy donuts on the way—uh, donuts.”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu muttered under his breath, making Soobin snap back into attention.

Soobin gave both Beomgyu and Taehyun a quick smile before his gaze landed on Jaemin, his smile widening.

“Oh, hello,”

“Oh my gosh, hi,” Soo-Min gasped from beside a dumbfounded Jaemin. “I’m Soo-Min. I’m such a big fan of yours,”

Soobin only hummed, shooting her a wide smile.

Beomgyu moved to stand next to Taehyun.

Y/N shot the both of them a look of panic.

Beomgyu looked star-struck as he gazed at Soobin with starry eyes, while Taehyun only scratched his head and shrugged.

“Okay,” Y/N squeaked to herself silently, making Soobin laugh.

“You must be Jaemin, Y/N told me about you,” Soobin nodded over at Jaemin as he manoeuvred himself to stand next to Y/N, an arm around her waist to mirror Jaemin and Soo-Min.

“All good things, I hope,” Jaemin muttered to which Soobin smirked at.

“That’s pretty hard considering why you’re dating that pretty woman now, isn’t it?” Soobin asked, gesturing over to Soo-Min and giving her a smile.

He turned over to Y/N and tucked her hair behind her ear. “By the way, you look so beautiful, babe.”

“What?” Y/N blushed, making him laugh once more.

“I’m serious, I’m not lying.” Soobin smiled.

He planted a soft hiss to Y/N’s cheek, making Taehyun and Beomgyu exchange a look of surprise while Y/N just laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah. Beautiful, thanks,” Y/N said.

“I, uh, didn’t know you were dating Choi Soobin now,” Jaemin said to Y/N, his eyes locked on the arm around her waist.

“Uh,” Y/N made a move to deny but Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on her waist.

Beomgyu and Taehyun were watching the scene intently just like you would a movie, and she could see Hueningkai and Yeonjun approach them from her position next to Soobin.

“Yes, I am,” Y/N replied, making Soobin’s shoulders relax and his eyes turn cheery.

He grinned at Jaemin. “Yes, she is,”

Yeonjun and Hueningkai stopped a few feet away from them, arguing by themselves.

“Babe, Kai and Yeonjun-hyung wanted to meet the three of you,” Soobin gestured over to the bickering duo.

“Me and Beomgyu, too?” Taehyun asked, making Soobin smile at them.

“Of course!” Soobin laughed, bowing his head over at Jaemin. “If you excuse us,”

He led Y/N away with a chuckle as Beomgyu and Taehyun followed the two bickering amongst themselves.

“I told you I’d find you yesterday, didn’t I?” Soobin teased as they reached a still-bickering Kai and Yeonjun. “Now, call me baby boy,”

Beomgyu sat beside Y/N and Soobin, cackling as he saw people slow-dancing on the dance floor.

“I can’t believe you just made your gala a high-school dance,” Taehyun gaped from his seat next to Beomgyu.

It was minutes after Yeonjun and Hueningkai met the three with Soobin before Beomgyu was called to deliver his speech for the gala, promptly ending it with an unplanned call for everybody to enjoy the night by dancing.

“I can’t believe you,” Taehyun continued muttering to himself, as Beomgyu laughed.

“The only way to avoid interaction is if you get them busy by forcing them to interact with another person,” Beomgyu hummed. “Okay, so Taehyun my plan tonight is on Kim Taehyung, did you see him anywhere?”

“That’s your current client, Beomgyu!” Taehuyn chastised.

Yeonjun gaped at the president as Hueningkai only downed his glass of grape juice with a roll of his eyes.

“Dude, I love you,” Yeonjun gasped from his chair.

“Everybody does,” Beomgyu sang, making Taehyun slam his hand on the back of his head. “Taehyunie, that hurt!”

“Do I look like I care?” Taehyun hissed, making the boy pout.

“I think I’m gonna go take more pictures with Mollang,” Hueningkai declared from his spot, standing.

“That’s beside the dessert table right?” Yeonjun asked, standing up too. “I think I’m gonna go ahead with my mukbang,”

“Hyung, you’re an embarrassment,” Hueningkai deadpanned, which made Beomgyu gasp.

“Taehyun says that to me a lot too!” Beomgyu gaped, raising his hand to high-five Yeonjun.

“That’s because you are,” Taehyun replied, shrugging.

“I think I should bring you to the kitchen instead,” Beomgyu whispered loudly to Yeonjun, making the boy widen his eyes. “Taehyun, we can make them make you cheese tteokbokki,”

“If you think that’ll make me go with you all—“ Taehyun started before Y/N shrugged.

“You’re absolutely right,” Y/N supplied as Taehyun nodded.

“Let’s go,” Taehyun said, making Hueningkai groan.

“I have to go with you guys now?” Hueningkai whined as Yeonjun dragged him behind them, marching their way to the gala’s kitchens.

Soobin and Y/N was left alone.

The soft piano from the song playing over the speakers was the only noise left from the once rowdy table.

Take my hands now,

Y/N took her champagne and downed it., making Soobin turn to her.

“So, I—uh—think I should go with them. You know, to make sure Beomgyu doesn’t make that much of a mess,” Y/N said, standing up.

Soobin reached out and grasped her hand. “I’m sorry,”

You are the cause of my euphoria.

Y/N turned to him, slowly sitting back down. “What for?”

“I think I made you a bit uncomfortable for approaching you in front of Jaemin,” Soobin said smiling sadly. “And, uh, making him think I’m dating you,”

“Honestly, no,” Y/N shook her head. “That actually saved my ass.”

“Oh,”

Close the door now,

“I’m just nervous,” Y/N said, playing with her fingers. “In front of you, I mean,”

“Oh,” Soobin repeated, his tone bright and his smile back in his eyes.

When I’m with you,

I’m in Utopia.

They were both silent, fiddling with their fingers and taking stolen glances with each other at the last note of the song faded away.

“That was a, um, pretty song,” Y/N spoke up, wincing. That was such a weird thing to say, Y/N. What were you thinking?

As Y/N internally scolded herself, the song over the speakers changed.

“Hey,” Soobin started with a smile as he heard the first beat of the next song.

He stood and offered his hand.

Take my hand,

Take a breath,

“Wanna dance?”

Pull me close,

then take one step.

“Huh?”

Keep your eyes locked on mine,

“I said, do you wanna dance?” Soobin smiled.

And let the music be your guide.

Y/N smiled softly and put her hand in his as he pulled her over to the dance floor and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Won’t you promise me

that you’ll never forget

Y/N’s hesitation led Soobin to take her hand and put it on her shoulder.

“Just,” Soobin started. “Follow me,”

Soobin slowly swayed around.

To keep dancing wherever we go next.

“Hi,” Soobin said, making Y/N chuckle.

“Hi,” Y/N hummed back.

“So, am I the Soobin you expected?” Soobin asked, tilting his head.

It’s like catching lightning,

the chances of finding someone like you.

“Not exactly,” Y/N replied, her eyes falling on the kitchen door as it opened to reveal Beomgyu and Yeonjun with desserts piled in their arms and Hueningkai and Taehyun holding tubs of tteokbokki and litre bottles of grape juice. “I, uh, didn’t expect superstar Soobin,”

“I told you I was the actor Soobin, though,”

“I never believed you,” Y/N replied, looking back at Soobin, who had a thinking face on.

“I guess I should’ve made sure you knew,” Soobin shrugged, making Y/N laugh. “Can’t take it back now,”

“It’s fine,” Y/N replied.

It’s one in a million,

the chances of feeling the way we do.

“Sorry again,” Soobin said. “For making Jaemin think I’m dating you,”

“It’s fine, he thinks I’m dating the Choi Soobin now,” Y/N said. “I levelled up in his eyes—I’m the shit.”

Soobin laughed. “I’m not that great.”

“Oh,” Y/N shook her head. “But you are,”

And with every step together,

Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on hers.

Y/N looked up in thought.

“I guess you’re like my knight in shining armor in front of Jaemin,” Y/N joked.

We just keep on getting better.

“Can I be your knight in shining armor everyday, then?” Soobin smiled, making the girl in his arms laugh and leave her head on his chest.

“You’re so corny,”

Soobin chuckled and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“So, can I?”

So, can I have this dance?

“Okay,”

Can I have this dance?

a/n: i don’t have chapter 16 made whoops

[txtdiaries]

Void - Chapter Two

SUMMARY | Amidst your world shattering to pieces, the boy you met long ago manages to fit everything back together again. Also - zombies. Lots and lots of zombies.

PAIRING | Yeonjun X Reader feat. TXT

CATEGORY | apocalypse au, end of the world, survival, angst, romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, etc.

WORD COUNT | 2.8k

WARNINGS | dark content, swearing, gore, weapon possession, etc.

A/N | So this isn’t that long and I kinda don’t really like it but I hope some of you enjoy it at least. It also hasn’t rlly been proofread so uhhh we’ll see how that goes. Chapter 3 up soon!

SONG REC | Blood In The Cut (Aire Atlantica Remix) - K.Flay

Preview / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three

The tension in the jeep is thick as the girl in the trunk compartment thrashes and screams, her legs jolting forward to kick at the seats ahead and hands struggling to pull apart her rope restraints. Her attempt falls flat due to the tight knots in the rope and the tape around her mouth, but she still tries.

It’s not an ideal situation – Yeonjun knows– but neither is being stuck in a different country with an empty tank of gas, so hey. Every man for themself, right?

He tries to ignore the feeling of guilt pooling at the bottom of his stomach as he glances down at the now full gas gauge that gleams back at him; instead, he eases onto the pedal below his boot. At least now they don’t have to worry about not making it to the next stop - because of this, the situation is that much more bearable.

Even though he feels like shit for wasting tape, rope, and time on the girl, he tries to keep telling himself that it’s not his fault. If anything, it’s hers. If she had just left them all alone in the first place, none of them would be stuck in this situation, and it would be a hell of a lot less awkward. Just as he is thinking this, he hears Soobin speak up from the back.

“This would be a lot easier if we couldn’t see or hear her, dude.” He is seated right next to the girl, and his hands are gripping onto her shoulders tightly to try and get her to stop moving. Although Soobin is definitely stronger than the girl, she still struggles. Yeonjun has to give her props for her perseverance. After a second, he focuses his gaze back in front of him and steers the jeep back onto the road; still not responding to his friend.

“You’re going to get tired if you keep doing that,” Soobin finally talks to the girl after a few more minutes of her annoying movements, voice low so he doesn’t bother anyone else in the car, “Stop moving so much. I won’t hurt you, you know.”

“Stop talking to her.” The eldest snaps from the front, irritated now because he can feel a headache coming on, but also because he doesn’t like Soobin being so close to her. He doesn’t know why, but something about it just bugs him. After a few more rounds of worrying about the fact that they practically kidnapped the girl – no, she did it to herself – he decides to just force himself to stop thinking about it. If he dwells on anything anymore, he knows for a fact that he will drive himself fucking insane.

He takes a deep breath and finally accelerates, pushing the speedometer to 85 before setting the cruise control. He takes an experimental glance in the rearview to “check to make sure there’s nothing behind them” but looks away when he sees what he was curious about the whole time.

The girl has given up on her struggling and lets out a defeated huff before slumping her body against Soobin’s. Yeonjun doesn’t let himself stare for long – he rips his gaze away from the two and focuses back on the road after a few seconds.

He feels it in his bones: It is going to be a very long drive.

After a few hours of his tunnel vision taking up most of his attention, Yeonjun finally decides that it is time to take a break. He feels the tension in his shoulders and arms when he slightly flexes them, and then sighs. A few miles back there was a sign signifying a rest stop, and Yeonjun feels a little more relaxed when it appears in the distance, slowly getting closer and closer.

“We’re going to stop for a break.” He announces, noticing that his words wake a few of the other passengers in the car. The eldest angles the wheel slightly, preparing to merge off the road so they can pull onto the off ramp and move toward the rest stop. From what he can see, the brick building is cracked and falling apart, but it is still standing.

Yeonjun glances in the rearview again �� a habit he’s kept up from his years of driving (always check your mirrors before making any movement into another lane, especially on highways, his old driving instructor had taught him) - but he wishes he hadn’t, just this once. It’s not that he needs to anymore, given the end of the world and all, but it seems old habits die hard. More than anything, he wishes they wouldn’t.

Rested upon Soobin’s shoulder is the girl who’s name he still doesn’t know, eyes closed as she sleeps deeply. His best friend’s head is rested atop hers as well, and he’s gazing outside the window silently, letting her rest where she is. Yeonjun feels his stomach twist with jealousy, and he doesn’t know why he can’t stomp it down this time. Hell, he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling it. The whole thing makes him feel sick.

Soobin softly nudges the girl awake and whispers something to her, and Yeonjun takes this as his opportunity to focus on parking. He’d rather get decked in the throat than have to witness that again.

After he puts the jeep in park and everyone else piles out of the cramped car, Yeonjun pops the trunk and makes his way back to it to help the girl out.

“I’ve got it.” Soobin says once he realizes his friend’s intensions, arm already secured around her waist. Yeonjun shakes his head and awkwardly pries his hand off of her, the same hand wrapping around her wrist after, “It’s all good, you already had to deal with her sleeping on you. I’ll take her to the bathroom; you stay with the boys.”

“Hyung, I have to pee.” The youngest of the group says in a whiny voice, bouncing on the heels of his feet impatiently before giving him a desperate look. Yeonjun almost laughs.

“Okay, Soobin, take him to the men’s room. Tae, stay with Beom. You all know the drill. Five minutes tops and be back here on time.”

The boys all nod in agreement and the eldest is glad no one argues, not wasting anymore time before pulling the girl gently along with him toward the vacant, disheveled building.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” He asks her softly once they have turned around the brick wall leading to the bathrooms and separating them from the other boys. He angles his head down as he speaks to her, trying to get a better look. She shakes her head and tries to speak, but she can’t, given the tape covering her lips. The blue-haired boys leads her through the doorway into the bathroom he is sure she finds equally as disgusting as he does, and looks at her again. He doesn’t have to say anything, he just gives her a look to stay put as he carefully checks each individual stall in the room, and then finally makes his way back over once he knows they are alone.

“I’m going to take the tape off of your mouth and untie you, but please don’t try running. I promise, the most it’ll get you is a zombie bite to the body or another one of my friends catching you. Just stay, alright?”

The girl sighs and nods at him. He hesitates before biting his lip and nodding back, squatting easily to remove the restraints around her ankles. After he’s done, he undoes the ones around her wrists, and finally, stands to his full height to study her face.

The boy can feel his heart beating in his chest as he carefully pinches the corner of the tape in-between his pointer digit and thumb, and he winces with the girl as he tries to pull it off of her as gently as possible. He notices the slight whine that leaves her lips when he rips off the final part, and he’s only just looked up into her eyes for about a second before her voice is echoing loudly against the bathroom walls.

“You absolute fucking dickhead!”

Yeonjun takes an instinctive step back before standing up straight, her outburst truthfully startling him.

“I-“

“Don’t talk!” She snaps, still continuing her outburst. Yeonjun’s blood runs cold.

“I don’t even know where to start. First you steal my gas, and then you kidnap me, and then you have the fucking audacity to ask me if I have to go to the bathroom in this disgusting rest stop? Oh my god-” She runs her hands through her hair and groans loudly, tilting her head back up toward Yeonjun before glaring, “What is wrong with you!? Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

Truthfully, the blue-haired boy doesn’t know what to say to the girl. She’s livid, that’s fucking obvious, but even more so, she looks terrified. Yeonjun feels the guilt now, it’s full force and clawing its way up through his throat. If he could apologize in a way he knew she’d accept, he would.

“You didn’t exactly give me any choice.” He says to the girl, voice as soft as possible, scared he’ll piss her off even more if he raises it. It seems it doesn’t really matter anyway, because she is still fuming with anger when she speaks again.

“That is bullshit!” Her voice is so loud, Yeonjun is scared that the boys outside might hear it.

“I really think you should-” She cuts him off.

“Don’t tell me what to do! How idiotic can someone be!?”

“Listen, I really think you might want to-”

“How many times do I have to tell you to-!”

She freezes when she sees the absolute look of horror on Yeonjun’s face.

She turns toward the entrance where he is looking and she feels fear run through her veins.

A zombie, skin rotting and insides hanging halfway out of its stomach turns the corner of the wall, separating the two of them from it, as it limps slowly and curiously toward the bathroom entrance.

The girl can barely react before Yeonjun is grabbing her arm and dragging her to the left, into one of the small, cramped stalls before he locks it behind them.

The girl meets his eyes as his hand clamps down over her mouth. She wants to cry, and he wants to scream, because they both realize the same thing in the exact same moment; Yeonjun forgot his fucking baseball bat.

It is deadly quiet in the bathroom when they hear the heavy, unnatural footsteps echo on the tile, and Yeonjun has to keep telling himself that it is fine. That they won’t die in this gross bathroom because he’s an idiot who got distracted, and that they won’t be zombie dinner in the next couple of seconds because his priorities lied in the girl instead of in his weapon. His fear suddenly turns to anger when the girl rips his hand away from her mouth and leans up to speak into his ear, voice so low Yeonjun has to hold his breath to hear it.

“This is your fault, asshole.”

“How is this my fault? I’m not the one who was screaming so loud Utah could hear it!” He whisper-shouts in the same manner, using the knowledge of the map he had studied earlier to make his point. He’s blaming her, but he knows the fault isn’t just on her. It’s on the both of them. 

The girl rolls her eyes, but before she can reply, a low, guttural growl echoes out through the bathroom.

 The noise sends her curling into Yeonjun’s chest, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. She’s scared, he suddenly realizes. The girl with the tempter and killer attitude is scared, and it’s his fault.

“Hey…” He suddenly says to her, his anger melting away almost like water running down a tap, voice softening around the edges as he leans in closer to the girl. His guilt from earlier increases tenfold.

“It’s going to be fine...” He says to her quietly, slowly and silently sinking their bodies down to the ground with the girl still against him. He knows if he can see under the gap in the stall door, he can time their escape. All he has to do is wait until the undead figure’s body is in the right position.

“Now’s not the time to make a move.” The girl whispers sarcastically, voice shaking even though she’s trying to sound tough. Yeonjun rests a hand on her hair comfortingly, even though all he really needs her to do is stop talking.

“I’m serious, I know you’re tall and have cool hair and all that, but don’t think that’s grounds for-“

“Shut up.” The boy growls into her ear, voice as low as she’s ever heard it thus far, causing her mouth to snap shut instantly. She hates that she found that hot.

The two are silent again, waiting for the footsteps to do anything but come closer. It is only once the girl repositions awkwardly, does Yeonjun realize how close she really is. Her entire front is pressed up against his, with her leg even thrown over his hip as she sits awkwardly, and he can’t move. He wants to clear his throat, do anything to relieve the tension he is feeling, but he can’t.

He can’t move, until the footsteps suddenly stop.

He’s only just made eye contact with the girl wrapped up around him before a loud, deafening bang causes the stall door to concave in momentarily, the lock barely holding it closed. It rings in their ears as another growl emits from the zombie, and then Yeonjun feels his body spring into action. He quickly removes the bandana tied securely around his wrist and flings it under the stall, as far away from the two of them as possible.

The screaming figure launches itself toward the movement, and Yeonjun pushes them both up, flicking the lock before realizing he is carrying the girl around his waist and halfway in his arms. He doesn’t have time to do anything except run as fast as he can out of the bathroom, both him and the girl in his arms breathing heavily in fear as they escape. At this point, he can’t tell if the zombie is screaming or if he is.

Once they’re outside the bathroom, he drops the girl onto both legs and they race to the Jeep, Yeonjun only speaking after they’re close enough, and his members can hear him. He knows the figure is on their heels just by the smell.

“BEOMGYU. BAT, NOW.”

Yeonjun doesn’t have to clarify as his friend’s eyes go wide and he sees the chaos happening before him. Two running figures and a rotting dead corpse following close behind, so enraged it looks like it might kill all of them if it got the chance. He doesn’t hesitate.

Beomgyu quickly pulls the blue-haired boy’s bat from between the seats and under-hands it toward him. Yeonjun catches it skillfully before spinning his body in its tracks, launching forward before the hard aluminum comes in contact with the zombie’s face, its scream muffled once the blow impacts its frontal skull.

Yeonjun doesn’t have to put as much force into flooring the body as he does, but he just chalks it up to anger and irritation. Finally, once the dust settles and his hands stop shaking, Yeonjun is left panting heavily. It was close. Far too close for his comfort.

Everyone is silent, until the girl speaks again.

“Are you… uh-“

She doesn’t know how to word any of this, and she can see just how stressed out the boy is. She feels like it’s her fault – she knows it is – and now it’s her turn to feel guilty.

“Two hundred six.” Yeonjun says lowly, his voice almost lost in the wind as he drops the top of the bat onto the dirt and keeps hold of the handle. He takes another deep breath before turning and walking slowly back to the car, weapon dragging behind him.

“I’m-“

He doesn’t stop to listen to what the girl has to say, only walks past her silently before making his way back into the driver’s seat. The rest of the boys are silent as they follow suit. They all ignore the girl, until she finally speaks up again.

“Hey, uh… Beomgyu?” She’s talking to the blonde who opens the passenger side door, only looking at her out of surprise when he realizes she’s talking to him. She doesn’t know how good her excuse will be, but she knows she has to apologize to the eldest boy, and there is only one way to do it.

“I almost got mauled by a zombie, I think I deserve shot gun.”

[moonprincemulti]

Hi! Can I request a beomgyu x male reader x taehyun where Beomgyu and reader are not talking because they are mad with each other, so Taehyun calls both to a room and tells them to talk? You can make it fluffly in the end, please? Full of kisses and hugs!

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- 21 Aug 2020

- I immmediately started writing after you asked so uh- I’m sorry if it’s too long 😅😅

- and I’m sorry if it’s not great, this is the first request I’ve ever done 🙈

- credits of the gif don’t belong to me but to the original maker!

Beomgyu sighed as he lied down in Taehyun's bed, his arms crossed and his lips protruding in a pout. Taehyun raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to what was going on. He knew Beomgyu and y/n hadn't been talking for a few days, but he hadn't managed to get Beomgyu to tell him why. Taehyun wanted to mind his own business, but something about Beomgyu's pout made him extra curious.

"Okay. Tell me now. Why are you still so angry at y/n?" Taehyun sat down on the side of the bed, placing a hand on Beomgyu's shoulder. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter." "Yes it does. If you keep holding that angry pout for any longer, your face will stay like that permanently." Beomgyu gasped softly and looked at Taehyun. 

"Not true. That can't happen." "Then stop angry pouting and tell me what's going on!" Taehyun stroked over Beomgyu's side. "I'm worried. You're not talking and your mood has never been this down. Please, please tell me." Beomgyu sighed and sat up, his arms still crossed.

"Y/n cheated." "What?!" Taehyun gasped. "He did what?! Oh- he's going to get-" Beomgyu shushed Taehyun by covering his mouth. "But y/n says he was tipsy and with a good friend, so I'm probably making this all up for attention." Taehyun tilted his head, not getting the situation.

"So, was he cheating or no?" "I don't know! He keeps saying he was tipsy and stuff. How can I trust his word after he's been drunk and forgetfull but there are texts to prove it!" Beomgyu looked at Taehyun, sighing once more and lying down again. Taehyun nodded and got up. "Wait here." Taehyun ruffled Beomgyu's hair before walking out of the room. Beomgyu huffed and nuzzled his face in the pillow, shutting himself off from the outside world.

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Taehyun walked to the shared living space in their dorm, grabbing his phone from the dinner table. He searched for y/n's number, but after calling multiple times, he still got no answer. He sighed and walked to Yeonjun and Soobin's room, knocking on the door. "Yeonjun, can I get your phone?" 

Yeonjun opened the door, his hair messy and slightly panting. "Uh yeah, why?" "I need to call y/n, but he won't pick up when I call. Maybe it would help if I call with your phone.. since you're the leader.." Yeonjun quickly got his phone and handed it to Taehyun. "Good luck. Knock again if you need me." Yeonjun closed the door again, leaving Taehyun slightly suspicious. He shrugged and walked back, sitting down on the couch. 

He called y/n again, mumbling softly to pray he would pick up. He gasped softly as he heard y/n's voice answer, smiling as he sat up straight. "Y/n! It's- It's Taehyun. Look, I know you and Beomgyu-" "Tae, I don't want to talk about this. Beomgyu has acted very immaturely and he needs to apologize first." "But- he says... wait.. Beomgyu thinks you should apologize, but you say Beomgyu should be the one to forgive you..." Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, taking a deep breath. 

"Right, well.. just.. let us be, okay?" "No no, please.. Y/n, can you come to the dorm? Please? We need to talk this out, it's horrible to see you two like this." Taehyun heard a deep sigh at the other end of the line, and he could imagine y/n's face being in deep thinking mode. "You don't have to talk to Beomgyu. I'll be the mediator." "Well.. fine. I'll be there in a bit." "Okay! Great! Thanks y/n. See you in a bit." "Yeah. Bye." 

Taehyun smiled and hung up, suddenly realizing he needed a plan. He wasn't gonna be a mediator, he didn't want to be inbetween them in a fight.. But how would he lure y/n into getting close to Beomgyu? Taehyun smirked as he thought out a plan, walking to Beomgyu to make the first move.

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As Taehyun heard a knock on the door, he shushed Beomgyu and quickly ran to the front door. Taehyun opened the door, smiling at y/n. "Hey, you came." "Yes I did." Y/n stepped inside, sighing deeply. "Now, where's Beomgyu?" "Oh don't worry. Just go into my room." "Your room? Can't we talk in the living room?" Taehyun shook his head as he gently pushed y/n in the direction of his room.

 "No. Yeonjun and Beomgyu have gone out for a bit, so it's safer to talk in my room if you don't want to be interrupted." Y/n sighed and stepped into the room, taking off his jacket. But after he had heard the door close and lock, he froze. "Tae! If this is some kind of prank I-" Y/n had turned around, suddenly facing Beomgyu. "Beom?" 

Beomgyu stared angrily at y/n, his arms crossed. "Now speak up, liar. Did you cheat on me?" "I did not!" Y/n threw his hands in the air. "I swear Beomgyu, I didn't! I don't know what you read in those texts and how you even got them but.." Beomgyu turned his head away. "I just.. I want to believe you but.." "But what? Why don't you trust me.." 

Y/n walked to Beomgyu, putting his hands on his shoulders. "I just... I don't want to believe it's true, but I'm scared it is.." Beomgyu averted his eyes, trying to stay calm. Y/n sighed and looked down. "Beomgyu.. I had two glasses of wine.. I was with my best friend and.. we did some stupid things.." Beomgyu stayed quiet, still not looking at y/n. 

"I sent some texts to my best friend, joking about how we would be together and.. yeah.. we send some sexts as a prank but.. I swear Beomgyu, I'm not cheating on you." Y/n cupped Beomgyu's face, making him look at him. "Please... forgive me? I never meant to make you doubt our relationship.."

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Beomgyu eventually gave in and hugged y/n tightly. Y/n let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around Beomgyu, holding him close. "My dear Beom, I won't ever cheat on you. I promise, okay?" Beomgyu nodded and y/n could hear his sniffles. "I'm s-sorry for ever doubting you~" Y/n smiled and almost melted at the cuteness of Beomgyu's apology. He kissed Beomgyu's head and held him even thighter. 

"I forgive you. Now let's forget all this. Let's act as if it never happened." Beomgyu nodded and tried to hide his tear-stained face in y/n's chest. Y/n hummed and rocked back and forth a bit, before carefully picking Beomgyu up. "Did you miss me? I missed you.. your cuddles and your soft voice." "I missed you so much y/n.. I.. I whined every night.. I couldn't sleep without Taehyun cuddling me.." 

Y/n lied down on Taehyun's bed, letting Beomgyu lie on top of him. Beomgyu nuzzled into y/n's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Y/n crawled through Beomgyu's hair, relaxing as he was happy everything was resolved. He heard the door unlock and turned his head, seeing Taehyun peek into the room. Y/n smiled and whispered a 'thank you' to Taehyun, who smiled back at the sight of Beomgyu with his boyfriend lying so peacefully. He left them alone again, telling the others to leave the two on their own. Y/n and Beomgyu cuddled the rest of the day, showering eachother in kisses once every few minutes.

[fairybinie]

pairing: choi soobin x gn!reader

genre: slow burn, college au, strangers to lovers, social media au + written chapters

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

contains: crack, fluff, angst, profanity, catfish plot.

featuring: sieun from stayc

start date: june 13

end date: january 13

updates: monday wednesday friday

status: completed

notes: i now present my first smau 😍😍 this has been in the planning stage for several and i mean SEVERAL months and i’ve been holding it off. there have been some tweaks to the plot but now we’re here! starting off with my bias my everything my first love my one and only choi soobin <3 thank you to @iyeonjuni and @luvrbin especially for helping me out with this i love y’all 🫶🏻 if you’d like to be apart of the taglist send an ask!

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[txtdiaries]

Axiom Academy for Extraordinary Boys - Chapter One

SUMMARY | Axiom Academy for Extraordinary Boys — one of the most elite magic schools in the world. Teaching its’ boys to defend themselves in magic with their own specialty, unique to every single one, and with the integrity of one who attends such a school. 

Axiom Boys learn to hold the world in their fingertips and manipulate the sorcery in their veins. Axiom Academy, an institute for only the most gifted young wizards in existence.

That is, until one, reluctant girl is suddenly forced to enroll.

PAIRING | choi soobin x female reader + the rest of txt and other kpop idols!

CATEGORY | magic academy, boarding school-esque, magic, wizards, witches, dark themes, etc.

WARNINGS | swearing, dark themes, yeonjun being Annoying.

WORD COUNT | 1.2k

SONG REC | never going back - the score

PLAYLIST | here

A/N: I’m praying there are no typos, dear god. ENJOY!!!

Preview / Chapter One

Incessant chatter and the occasional laugh are what Choi Soobin hears as he rests his palm under his chin and props his elbow on the face of his desk. His jaded stare is aimed toward the east wall of the classroom, seemingly focused somewhere outside the laboratory window, and he stays silent. The boys around him scramble to finish the potion’s assignment they had been given at the beginning of the lecture, and he’s glad they don’t try to talk to him. Instead, they allow him to keep to himself; he is grateful. There are clutters of raindrops painting the glass, and he’s been counting them one by one as the commotion goes on around him. It’s all he’s been focusing on as the minutes tick by.

Just as he’s reached fifty-four, though, he hears one of the boys in the seats next to him speak up. Most likely to his friend at the table behind them, but still loud enough for Soobin to catch.

“—And I heard she’ll be here at the new student’s assembly tomorrow. Can you imagine the possibilities?” The blonde-haired boy says smugly, tone dripping sickly in what Soobin can only describe as want. He frowns further into his palm and keeps his gaze away from the two boys. After all, they are just needy teenagers, and Soobin doesn’t really know them anyway. He decides after that to continue minding his own business, glancing down at his completed assignment before sighing. He always finishes first. The only downside? Having to endure everyone else around who hasn’t.

“Hey Soobin.” A voice tears his gaze away from his paper and up to a pair of round, excited eyes staring back at him. Soobin blinks once at his friend, Beomgyu, before arching a brow in question. Beomgyu simply laughs and drags his stool over to sit across from Soobin at his desk.

“Did you know? New student’s assembly tomorrow, and get this, they’re allowing a girl to enroll.” The younger boy beams, a slight lilt to his words as he playfully smacks the older boy’s arm. Soobin drops his arm onto his desk and sighs again, his friend’s word’s not exciting him in the slightest.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

“It’s like the first time in history there’s ever been a girl allowed at Axiom. Like, can you believe that? Why now? Have they even thought about how risky it could be having a girl-“

“I think they know what they’re doing, Beom.”

Soobin tilts his head and looks toward Professor Song in boredom, watching as he flips through the course syllabus, before adding, “And anyway, why do you even care about some girl enrolling? She’s a complete stranger.”

“Because,” Beomgyu says, wagging his finger knowingly in his friend’s face, “Not only is everyone talking about it, but she’s going to be living on campus just like the rest of us. Maybe this will be my chance to finally get a girlfriend.”

Soobin nods absentmindedly at Beomgyu’s words, knowing that every single boy in the academy has the exact same thought.

Well, every boy except him.

It’s not that he doesn’t like girls or anything – he likes them very much – It’s just that he has a tendency to strike out when it came to members of the opposite sex. That and all his focus is usually on his studies; he figures throwing a girl into the mix will just add unnecessary stress into his life. So, he simply keeps to himself. No girlfriend and only a few close friends at the academy. That’s all Soobin has.

“Anyway,” Beomgyu’s voice broke Soobin out of his thoughts once again, “Yeonjun said he’d save us a spot in the dining-hall after potions class ends, so we should probably meet him after.”

The dark-haired boy nods at this, perking up just slightly. He is starving, and he misses his other friends. Lunch time was one of his favorite times of the day.

The sound of a beaker tipping and shattering, and loud laughter exploding from a table across the room causes Soobin to sigh again, and he’s looking out the window of the room once more as Beomgyu suddenly dives into a conversation with someone at the table over.

Dark, booming clouds can be seen rolling in steadily from the distance, and Soobin takes a deep breath.

Maybe soon, things will be different.

“Hello losers.” Yeonjun says in a sing-song voice as he slides into an empty chair at his friend’s table in the dining-hall. Beomgyu and Soobin greet him off-handedly before he hums in excitement, already lifting his chopsticks to start devouring his lunch.

“Oh, Jun, have you heard-“

“Yes, I’ve heard.” Yeonjun responds around a mouthful of chicken, already knowing the main topic of Beomgyu’s conversation. Soobin laughs at this, eyes crinkling as he glances momentarily up at Yeonjun from his book. This causes his friend to smirk cockily before speaking again.

“Everyone’s heard.” He adds, grinning at his friend before going in for some rice.

“Clearly not everyone’s heard,” A voice calls out as they slide into one of the chairs as well, curiosity peaking as they look at Yeonjun with an expecting gaze, “What’s up?”

“New student enrolling tomorrow. A girl.” Beomgyu answers for Yeonjun, wiggling his brows at the younger red head across from him easily. The red head – Tae, according to his closest friends – perks up significantly at this; eyes blown wide in the process.

“What?” He asks.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu nod at him at the same time, confirming his question. Soobin merely flips through his spells book lying open on the table, mouthing the printed ink as he reads quietly to himself. He seems uninterested, but truthfully, he’s listening. He just hopes the conversation about the curious new student dies down soon. He’s getting bored of everyone talking about it.

“And they’re just. . . allowing it?” Taehyun asks, starting to eat his own meal now, “Where is she even going to stay?”

“She’s going to have her own room, I guess. No roommate, which must be nice.” Beomgyu says the last part quietly, side eyeing the older, blue-haired boy who sits next to him. He doesn’t notice his friend’s cheap shot, instead he continues to eat his meal, a content smile on his lips.

“Anyway,” Beomgyu continues, “She’s all everyone’s talking about, and she’s not even here yet. She’ll probably be the most popular person here once she starts.”

“What if she’s not cute?” Yeonjun teases, eyes glinting, “Doubt she’ll be popular then.”

“Yah!” Soobin says, flicking Yeonjun’s forehead suddenly, “Stop talking shit. Just leave it.”

The rest of the boys laugh at Soobin’s action and Yeonjun rubs his forehead in pain, glaring at Soobin. “I’m just being honest!”

“Can we please talk about something else?” Soobin asks, finally closing his textbook before looking around at his friends pleadingly, “Literally anything else.”

“Fine, how was potions?” Tae asks after groaning, looking at Soobin questioningly.

“He finished first as always.” Beomgyu answers for Soobin, gaze flashing toward the black-haired boy before shrugging, “Him and his big brain.”

“It was fine.” Soobin finally answers, trying to defend himself somehow as he furrows his brow and lays his chin on his folded arms resting on the table. “Professor Song wants us to work on our love potions next class.”

“The love potion was such bullshit.” Yeonjun rolls his eyes, referring to his time in potions last fall. “It barely works.”

“Just because you tried using it on your crush in the town over, Jun. Not even a potion could have made her have it bad for you.” Soobin shoots back. The boys laugh again and Yeonjun slumps back into his chair, muttering a, “Whatever.” Before the conversation shifts yet again. Soobin sits back and finally starts eating off his own plate, enjoying the light chatting going on around him amidst his friends. He’s chewing on a piece of beef before Taehyun leans in to speak to him quietly.

“So you’re really not excited about the new girl enrolling?”

Soobin gives him a glance before nodding gently, “Not really. It’s just a girl.”

“I know,” Taehyun says softly, “But I figured you’d be at least a little excited. All the guys are.”

This causes the older boy to shrug and continue eating, “I’m not really too bothered by it. I’m more worried about classwork, if I’m being honest.”

Taehyun laughs at this and nods, agreeing with his friend before he drops it and joins in on the conversation the other boys are having. Soobin feels his thoughts start to reel in his head as he decides to sit the gossip out. It’s not like more won’t occur later.

Suddenly, Soobin is thinking about Taehyun’s words from earlier, and something about it doesn’t sit right with him. Sometimes, Soobin wishes he could just be like everyone else. 

He wishes he could just blend in entirely.

Classes pass in a blur of spells and textbooks after lunch ends, and before Soobin knows it, he’s in the hallway making his way back to his shared dorm room. The heavy weight of his textbooks begging to be opened and worked on is evident in his black bag swung over his shoulder, and he weaves through the crowd of other students easily, tall figure looming over a lot of the heads around him.

Once he finally arrives at his dorm and enters, he’s slipping his wand into the pocket of his jacket and resting it on the back of his desk chair, noticing his roommate actually present too. His roommate, a man by the name of Lee Jeno, isn’t around often. He’s either in lectures, on the courtyard playing sports, or studying with his other friends in the library. He only ever comes to the dorm to sleep, but Soobin doesn’t mind. They get along well enough anyway.

“Hey Soobin.” Jeno says with a kind eye smile when he comes in, giving him a half wave after raising his nose from the book balanced against his knees. He’s in bed, body leaning against the headboard, and a pair of glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s still wearing his uniform, except his button up shirt is haphazardly only done up about halfway, and his hair is slighty messy. Soobin doesn’t ask – he assumes Jeno has had about the same type of day he has. It’s understandable without the need for explanation. Soobin gets it.

“Hey Jeno.” Soobin says back, dimples indenting in his cheeks at he grins at his roommate politely. He bites the inside of his lip absentmindedly before dropping his bag next to his desk and rummaging around in his closet for some more comfortable clothes. Unlike his blonde roommate, he prefers pajamas to their school uniform. He’d wear them all the time if he could.

“Did you hear?” Jeno asks, and Soobin mentally prepares for the same conversation he’s heard all day long. However, he’s pleasantly surprised when his roommate speaks again.

“They’re adding fudge cake to the dining-hall menu. How great is that?”

Soobin can’t help the gleeful laugh that escapes his throat, and he nods at Jeno, “I didn’t know. That sounds great Jeno.”

Jeno smiles before dipping his head down toward the pages of his astronomy book, and Soobin sees this as his cue to move toward the small bathroom the two share. After he’s done brushing his teeth and getting into his nightwear, he moves back into the small room and toward his desk. It’s relatively clean from his last study session, and he tugs his backpack over to unzip it and rummage through his books before pulling a few out. His agenda for the night consists of Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and Herbology. He would rather be doing anything else.

The hours begin to pass, and the only noise accompanying the scratching of Soobin’s quill is Jeno’s book pages being turned. Six in the evening soon turns to seven, and then eight, and before either of the boys know it, it is already eleven in the evening.

This is when Soobin finally leans back in his desk chair and stretches his aching limbs, deciding on calling it a night. He figures the same of Jeno, who finally lets his book pages fall closed and tosses it onto the nightstand near his bed.

“Lights out?” Jeno asks the taller boy, giving him a small grin as he takes his glasses off and sets them near the abandoned book. Soobin nods and turns off his desk lamp, moving toward his bed as Jeno turns his own lamp out as well.

Soobin pulls the covers back, climbs in, and moves around a bit until he is settled. The darkness is comforting, inviting him to sleep as he finally allows his body to go slack with relaxation.

“Night, Soobin.” Jeno says through the darkness, and Soobin can already feel himself drifting away.

“Night, Jeno.” He replies softly.

And then he is already dozing off, thoughts already running with the worries and anxieties of how tomorrow will go.