#beomgyu romance

[seoulzie]

through thick & thin

WHEREIN: beomgyu & reader discover their unspoken love ultimately realizing they have always been each other's true love.

彡 pairing: beomgyu x reader 彡 genre: fluff, lil angst 彡 warnings: jealous gyu & p1h's jiung makes a cameo ㅋㅋ

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you and beomgyu were practically born into each other's lives. your parents were best friends, and as a result, the two of you were more like siblings than mere friends. from your first steps to your first words, beomgyu was always there, his presence as natural as breathing.

beomgyu’s house was practically a second home to you, and vice versa. childhood was a whirlwind of shared toys, impromptu sleepovers, and adventures in your backyards.

in elementary school, your bond became a spectacle for teachers and students alike. beomgyu would leave his pencils at your table after breaks, and you would often forget your toys at his. you were inseparable. teachers would find you leaning on each other during nap times, sharing snacks at recess, and laughing the loudest in class.

high school brought subtle changes. the awkwardness of puberty and the chaos of teenage years couldn’t shake your bond. you still spent countless hours on the phone, your conversations flowing seamlessly into the night until one of them fell asleep mid-sentence. on weekends, you visited your childhood playgrounds even if that means you’re the oldest ones there, reliving memories and swinging on the old swings that now seemed smaller. 

one rainy afternoon, you found yourselves in beomgyu’s attic, rummaging through boxes of childhood memorabilia. you unearthed a dusty board game you used to play.

“remember how competitive we used to get?” you laughed, brushing off the dust.

beomgyu grinned. “used to? i’m still the reigning champion.”

you rolled her eyes playfully. “oh, please. the only reason you ever won was because you cheated.”

“cheated?!” beomgyu scoffed, feigning offense. “i won fair and square. you were just a sore loser.”

you smirked, leaning closer. “how about a rematch then? i bet you can’t handle my skills now.”

beomgyu chuckled, his spirit igniting. “you’re on. prepare to lose.”

you set up the game on the attic floor, the rain tapping a gentle rhythm on the roof. the game started with playful banter and exaggerated expressions of concentration.

“are you sure you want to move there?” beomgyu asked, his eyes narrowing.

“absolutely,” you replied confidently. “it’s called strategy, something you might want to learn.”

beomgyu laughed, shaking his head. “we’ll see about that.”

the game ended in a tie as you collapsed onto the floor, laughing until your stomachs hurt

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as you were walking down the bustling hallway of your high school, you casually mentioned something that made beomgyu's heart stop.

“can you believe jiung asked me out? i didn’t see that one coming,” you said, your voice light and amused.

beomgyu stopped in his tracks, a frown tugging at his lips. “jiung’s a prat. you can do better than him; i’m really questioning your taste here.”

you rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully. “oh, come on. he’s not that bad. i said yes already.”

“you can—what?” beomgyu's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling. “you actually said yes to going out with him?”

you shrugged, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes. “yeah, i did. how come you’re so surprised?”

beomgyu struggled to find the right words, his emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. “i just... i don’t get it. you could do so much better than him.”

you chuckled, teasingly. “what? someone better like you?”

beomgyu felt his heart skip a beat at your words, a rush of hope flooding through him. but he quickly played it aside with a nervous laugh. “oh, come on, you. you know what i mean.”

you raised an eyebrow, your teasing demeanor softening. “do i?”

beomgyu’s heart ached at your words, but he forced himself to smile, the expression not reaching his eyes. “whatever, it’s nothing. i’ve got to get to my next class.”

before you could respond, beomgyu turned on his heel and walked away, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and pain. 

the tension between beomgyu and you in the following days was palpable, each interaction tinged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. you tried to give beomgyu space, but every passing moment felt like an eternity.

you saw him in the hallways, your eyes meeting briefly before he looked away. he responded politely when you greeted him, but there was a distance in his voice that echoed, it hurt to see him like this, to know that something had shifted between you and you didn't know why.

in those days, you gradually got closer to jiung, finding comfort in his company as you bonded, his easy-going nature and infectious laughter were a welcome distraction from the growing tension with beomgyu. 

however, despite enjoying your time, everything he did almost reminded you of beomgyu. his laugh, his smile, even the way he listened with genuine interest all brought beomgyu to mind. though you were with jiung physically, your mind constantly drifted back to beomgyu, the ache in your heart growing with each passing day.

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it was a cool evening, the playground bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. you walked slowly, lost in thought after your date with jiung. passing by the playground was a shortcut to your house, a place that held countless memories with beomgyu.

as you approached, you noticed a figure sitting on one of the swings, head bowed, lost in contemplation. it was beomgyu, his silhouette familiar yet different in the dim light. you hesitated for a moment, debating whether to approach him or continue on your way.

beomgyu sensed your presence and looked up, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. “hey,” he greeted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

you stopped in front of him, your expression cautious. “hey. what are you doing here?”

beomgyu shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “just thinking.”

you stood in silence for a moment, the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the city filling the space between you. you took a deep breath, about to address the tension that had been building,

"we need to talk," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know."

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever was about to come. "beomgyu, why have you been avoiding me?"

beomgyu shifted on the swing, his gaze fixed on the ground as he struggled to find the right words. "it's... it's nothing about you," he began, his voice slightly strained. "i'm fine, really."

you frowned, not buying his attempt to brush it off. "beomgyu, you've barely talked to me in days. we used to talk about everything. what do you mean it's nothing?"

beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "i guess... i guess i just needed some time to sort things out in my head," he admitted reluctantly. 

you waited, sensing there was more he wasn't saying. the silence stretched between them until beomgyu finally spoke again, his voice hesitant. "seeing you with him... it's been difficult for me."

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "difficult how?" you asked, your tone cautious.

beomgyu looked up, meeting your gaze with a mix of regret and longing. "i... i don't like seeing you with someone else," he confessed quietly. "especially when it's someone like jiung."

you's eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed slightly in frustration. "what do you mean, 'someone like jiung?" you asked, your voice tinged with irritation.

beomgyu's expression darkened, and he couldn't hold back anymore. "i hate how he has everything i have, yet you choose him," he spat out, his voice seething with jealousy.

you shook your head, frustration bubbling up inside you. “why does it even matter to you? you’re not dating me!”

“you think i don’t know that?” beomgyu shot back, his voice rising slightly. 

“so then, whats your problem!?” 

beomgyu gathered his thoughts, “my problem is that i’m in love with you!” he blurted out, his voice cracking with emotion. 

“but I’m a coward, and you’re oblivious,” beomgyu continued, “watching you go out with jiung made me realize that i’d be spending the rest of my life watching you date, marry, and have a family with someone else. it tore me apart inside, knowing that i was losing you without ever really having the chance to tell you how i feel.”

beomgyu’s voice wavered, the pain and desperation clear in his words. “i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with just being your friend when i want so much more. i want to be the one who makes you laugh, who holds you when you cry, who shares every moment of your life. but i’m terrified that if i tell you the truth, i’ll lose you completely.”

for a moment, you stood there, absorbing his words, your heart pounding in your chest. the air was thick with unspoken emotions, and you could feel the weight of his confession pressing down on you. without saying a word, you stepped closer to him, your eyes locked onto his. slowly, you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, your touch gentle and reassuring.

then, before either of you could second-guess the moment, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. the kiss was soft and tentative at first, a question more than a statement, but it quickly deepened as beomgyu responded, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect, timeless moment.

when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily. beomgyu’s eyes were wide with surprise and a glimmer of hope.

"beomgyu..." you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "i think I’ve always known too," you admitted softly. "i just didn’t know how to say it."

you smiled through your tears. "it’s always been you, beomgyu."

the realization hit beomgyu, and his face lit up with pure joy. he pulled you into another kiss, this one filled with passion and relief. as the kiss broke, he couldn't contain his excitement and spun you around, just like in the movies. you both laughed, the tension and heartache melting away, replaced by the warmth of newfound love.

in that moment, everything felt right.the playground, once a place of childhood memories, had now become the backdrop for the beginning of your love story.

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[byeomtori]

the only exception | beomgyu x reader

pairing: beomgyu x female reader

content: love at first sight au, summer love thingy, lots of reference to paramore's the only exception and txt's our summer, pda

tw: mentions of fight and blood

words count: 12k

notes: reposting because of high demand (lol)

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you were not the type to believe in the existence of love. to you, there was no such a thing as true love; no such a thing as unwavering, unbreakable, and unparalleled fondness and devotion for someone. to you, people love to get something they desire in return — money, power, status, pride. your parents were a living prove of that

the day you were old enough to understand the lack of love and affection between your parents to each other, and to you; you swore to never grow that feeling to anyone — family, friends, partner. anyone. because to you, love did not exist.

you were content living that way for years, not happy, but content.

the absence of love in your life protected you from attachment, heartbreak, sorrow — those negative emotions that you deemed unnecessary and unworthy to be sitting inside of you.

life was okay without love, you thought.

until you had to spend the rest of your summer with a distant relative whom you've never met in your entire life, in a small town with an ocean view, where fate had brought you a boy whose eyes shine brighter than any stars in the night sky.

and maybe, just maybe, love does exist.

a comforting smell of freshly brewed chamomile tea wafting in the air as you make your way inside the unfamiliar home — the one you will be spending three months in because your parents are way too busy flying around across the globe to be taking care of you.

"come on in, y/n." the woman in front of you speaks, her voice soft, the type of voice a kindergarten teacher would have.

maybe she was one, you have no idea. in fact, you know nothing about the woman standing in a yellow dress in front of you. she is pretty, even though it is evident her aging is slowly creeping up to her from the way her skin wrinkles on the corner of her eyes when she smiles. but to you, she is pretty- the mother-like kind of pretty. the kind of pretty that makes you feel warm inside.

but again, you know nothing about her. have never seen her in your entire life. never even heard her name from any of your parents until today.

aunty sue.

that was the name your mom had told you in the car this morning when she was dropping you off at the train station, she couldn't even make some time to drive you straight here, and telling you the woman is a distant cousin of hers whom she hasn't met in a long time. and that was also the name the said woman had introduced herself to you.

"do you want some tea, honey? or anything else?" she asks, making her way into the kitchen as you trail behind her like a little lost puppy.

"tea is fine," you reply.

leaning against the kitchen counter, you roam your eyes around the room. some parts of the walls are painted in pastel green while another part is decorated with a plaid wallpaper with the same color — just a shade darker. the counter tops are full of kitchen appliances, cookbooks, sunflower patterned dishes, and freshly washed vegetables along with some other things. there are random little trinkets on the windowsill — a wooden carved statue of a cat, a line of herbs in old tomato cans, and a sun catcher being hung at the corner of the window making tiny little rainbows refracting inside the kitchen.

the furniture of the dining area does not match with each other — one wooden chair with a striking blue cushion, a yellow wicker chair and another two plastic chairs in white. though everything is mismatch, it doesn't look weird. it feels right, even.

it feels like home.

very different from your house where nothing is ever out of place. the countertops made of slick white marble, picked personally by your mother, are always shiny as if no one has ever touched it. truthfully speaking, they kind of are. no one is ever cooking in that kitchen. you bet the only stains that has dirtied that counter was that one time you spilled your morning coffee on it. the stove, it looks brand new compared to the one in front of you right now which looks like it has been in service for more than a decade with how rusty it looks.

everything in your house is perfect to the tee. a façade that is what you like to think — to mask the family's imperfections.

a house that never felt like a home.

"i'm going to keep my stuff in my room first, i'll be right back," you say as you pull your luggage with you.

"sure, honey. your room is the second door on the right."

honey.

not even your own mother has ever called you that.

you haul your bag with much difficulty up the stairs, cursing yourself mentally for overpacking, before making your way to the said door. the room is spacious, not as big as your own room back in the city, but still enough to fit a queen-sized bed in the middle, a study desk by the window and a two doors wardrobe in the corner.

the glass sliding doors that lead to the balcony are being left slightly open, the warm summer breeze blowing the white sheer curtain. leaving your luggage by the bed, you make your way over to the balcony — pushing open the sliding door wider as you step out into the outdoor.

to say you are astonished is an understatement. the view in front of you is breath-taking — the house is located on top of the hill, overlooking the neighborhood and the ocean, the season's bright sunlight is making the scenery even more spectacular.

you breath in the air, inhaling the smell of the blue sea with your eyes closed.

there is someone, other than aunty sue, downstairs — you can clearly hear the sound of a male voice which is a little bit too loud to be ignored, talking to the woman in the kitchen about how his mom had forced him to deliver cake to all the houses up the hill in the middle of the day.

"y/n, honey! are you done? come downstairs, please." opening your eyes, you let out a soft sigh as you walk back inside, keeping your eyes on the ocean outside as you close the glass doors.

it's okay, you have the whole three months here. you tell yourself as you make your way back into the kitchen, the guest is still going on about how his little rant.

"i mean, don't get me wrong. i love summer, but to deliver all of them under the sun? god i felt like-.." and as he turns to face you who is standing at the entrance of the kitchen, your breath hitch in your throat.

you're not sure is it the iridescent illumination from the sun catcher beaming on him, or the glow of his skin that is glistening with sweats from biking under the summer rays, or the sparks in his eyes as he stares at you;

but oh god, he is beautiful.

not pretty, but beautiful. the angel-like kind of beautiful. the kind of beautiful that would make people turn their heads. the kind of beautiful that would make you steal glances at him if you were to sit in front of him in a train. the kind of beautiful that makes the ocean view you saw earlier lose its' price.

the once in a lifetime kind of beautiful.

"y/n, this is beomgyu, his mom owns a bakery down the hill."

"oh, this is the girl that you've been telling me about!" he says excitedly as he makes his way over to you, "she's pretty."

and you almost choked on your saliva. how can he be saying things like that so casually?!

"hi, i'm choi beomgyu," he says, extending out his hand for a handshake. "aunty sue told me a lot about you so i'm kind of excited to be your friend, that is if you want, of course."

you look down to his hand, lifting your own as you slowly put it in his. "im y/n,"

though it feels rough, his hand still holds a certain kind of warmth that makes you feel secured. you can feel calluses on his fingertips, too. does he play the guitar?

you're not even sure why you feel bashful under his gaze. you don't understand the warm fuzzy feeling you're getting when he keeps his hand in yours. you don't get why your heart is beating so fast when he says your name, the syllabus rolling perfectly on his tongue like it was made for him and only him to say.

"well then, i look forward to hanging out with you, y/n."

the conscious side of your brain is already blaring an alarm, telling you to turn him down, telling you that no, you don't want to hang out with him. that no, you don't look forward to spending your summer with him.

but despite that, you find yourself nodding to his words. "me too, choi beomgyu."

it has been three days since you have first arrived, and you have concluded that choi beomgyu is a man of his words.

you didn't think much when he told you that he looks forward to hanging out with you, thinking that he was just being nice to a newcomer and to act friendly to you.

because that's all you have ever known — people acting nicely to you.

you remember when you used to associate in a group of girls back in middle school; it was one of the worst times of your life. eleven years old you were so naïve (read: stupid) to realize that those girls were just using you for your unlimited amount of cash — always inviting you to go shopping, forcing you to throw fancy sleepovers — until one day one of them literally had to scream in your face that they were only hanging out with you for your daddy's money.

and since then, you have never tried to befriend anyone and those around you never approached or asked you to hang out, either.

so, it is a surprise to you that choi beomgyu stays true to his words.

yesterday, he had come over early in the morning looking as beautiful as you had remembered the first time you saw him; asking you if you want a little tour of the small town. you had declined, telling him you still had a few things left to unpack, leaving the boy pouting. you had felt slightly bad, just slightly.

you are in the backyard with aunty sue, picking up some ripe tomatoes from the small garden. she told you she has been tending this small part of her backyard for almost seven years now, planting

various kinds of vegetables, using the excuse of she doesn’t like the ones sold in the market, when in reality she just really loves gardening and watching her plants come to live day by day.

“is the tomato that interesting to you?”

you jump in surprise as you hear a low voice speaking next to your ear. turning around, you find a grinning beomgyu looking down at you. he peeks under your straw hat, trying to have a better look at

your face. “you look like a tomato yourself.”

you frown, “what do you mean by that?!”

he bends, hands resting on his knees, now being eye to eye level with you. humming, he continues to study your face.

there is always something about him that never fails to make blood rush to your face. yesterday it was the way he dressed — white sleeveless top tucked messily inside his black jeans. it was simple, nothing outstanding about it but to you, he was breath-taking. and today; it’s the way he’s looking deep into your eyes, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks with every blink.

the rational part of you is telling you to push him aside or to move away, to break the eye contact. but the other part that you have no idea existed inside of you until you met him few days ago, is telling you to keep staring into his sparkling eyes, to play along to whatever little game he has put on.

the rational part of you won as you take a step back, creating a safe distance between your figure and his. you can feel your cheeks flushed, fully blaming it on the warm temperature as you had been

standing under the sun for quite a while now.

“your cheeks are so red, like a tomato.” he giggles, “are you hot?”

you look away from him, hiding your face under your hat as you whisper, “k-kinda…”

he was about to move closer to you again, hand reaching over to your hat, but it stops mid-air when aunty sue is calling over for the both of you. thanking the lord and savior, you quickly make an escape

from him as you walk over to where your aunty is standing with a plate full of freshly cut watermelon in hand.

you sit beside her on the porch, while beomgyu is standing right in front of you. “tell your mom i say thank you for the watermelon,” aunty sue says and the boy just hums, hand reaching down to pick up two pieces of the sliced fruit, handing one over to you.

you thank him quietly and he smiles down at you, “you will never find a watermelon as sweet and juicy as the ones that my grandfather planted.” he boasts, and aunty sue make a sound as what sounds

like she is agreeing with him. “that’s right, mr.choi planted the best watermelon in the country.”

the scorching heat of the sun calls for you to take a bite of the fruit – it is sweet, just like what beomgyu had said. “it’s so good,” you speak under your breath. you’re not sure how he manages to hear what

you said but he did, as the smile on his face grow wider. “right? i told you!”

he waits for you to finish the slice in your hand before handing you another one, all the while still towering in front of you.

“sit down, beomgyu.” your aunty says to him to which the boy just shakes his head. “i’m protecting y/n from the sun,” he replies casually, taking a bite of the watermelon “she looks like a real tomato

right now.”

both you and aunty sue look up to him in sync. he is, indeed, covering you away from the sun — being tall makes it easier for him to shield you away from the direct sunlight of the summer rays but his back

is taking up all the consequences of his action as you can see droplets of sweat forming on of his neck, sliding down to his back.

you glance to aunty sue, a coy smile on her lips. “j-just sit down!” you scold him, pulling him down by his wrist to sit beside you on the wooden veranda.

aunty sue giggles, “talking about tomato, do you want to bring some home, beomgyu?”

he shakes his head, “thanks, aunty sue but no one in that house enjoys eating tomato.”

“but i do want to ask for your permission to steal this cute tomato away from you for the night,” he says as he pokes your cheek with his index finger to which you move slightly away. “my friends are doing a bonfire by the cliff later, i was thinking to bring y/n along.”

you hesitate, gaze moving from his face to your aunty’s. “you can go, y/n. it’s much more fun to hang out with people your age rather than spending time with me,” she ensures you.

you look back to beomgyu, his eyes hopeful as he waits for your answer.

“okay, then.” you finally give in, a wide smile making its’ way across his face.

he stands up, one hand in the pocket of his pants as he bends down to look at your face, again.

“see you tonight then, tomato.”

one conclusion you can come up after spending a good half an hour with choi beomgyu is that he does not have a sense of personal space — not that you mind, at least for now when you are surrounded by unfamiliar teenagers laughing and chattering around the bonfire.

you’ve been stuck to his side since the moment you reached the cliff. it’s not like you are that comfortable with him but out of everyone here, he is the only person you know. despite that, choi beomgyu looks like he is that comfortable with you — hand on the small of your back while walking, wrapping his flannel around your waist so that you won’t get your shorts dirty (when in reality he just doesn’t like the way the other boys are looking at the exposed skin of your legs), sitting too close you can feel his shoulder brushing against yours as he moves.

truthfully, you would have been so annoyed. but this is choi beomgyu. he is choi beomgyu and you have no idea what’s about him that makes you feel so protected. even now when he has his hand on top of your right knee while he’s talking to his friends, you don’t feel irritated.

it feels right. he feels right.

“beomgyu!” someone calls him over from behind. he sighs, “i’m gonna go talk to him for a while, you’ll be alright here, right?” he asks to which you just nod your head.

what is he expecting you to say answer? no, don’t leave me, beomgyu. as if you would ever say that out loud.

the warmth of his palm leaves your skin as he gets up, making his way over to the blue-haired boy that was calling for him. your let your eyes linger on him, watching as he gives the guy a fist bump before

both of their gaze move to you and you quickly look away.

“you’re y/n, right?” a guy who is sitting in front of you speaks.

you nod, “hueningkai, right?” you ask, remembering his name after beomgyu had introduced you to him earlier. and you glad you did from the way his eyes lit up when you get his name right. years of

attending charity events and parties where you were forced to talk to random people by your parents has thought you to imprint people’s names on your mind easily.

“heard you’re from the city. how is the life there? i really want to live there someday, it’s really boring here,” he pouts. “the nearest mall is like, miles away.”

“i think it’s fun here,”

“yeah? and why is that?”

you go quiet for a moment. why is that? — there are various reasons why you think the town is not as boring as hueningkai believes. for an example, the ocean. there is no beach in the city, the nearest one being a whole hour drive away. the air here is cleaner too, not as polluted with vehicles smokes as the city. the weather here is nice too; though it’s summer, the heat here isn’t as bad as it is back

home.

and as your mind try to come up with another reason why you think the town is fun, your eyes move over to the brown-haired boy laughing along to whatever joke the blue-haired one has said to him.

even in the darkness of the night — the only source of light coming from the fire in front of you, he is still beautiful. the way he throws his head back as he laughs, the way his eyes are sparkling under the

night sky, the dimple that appears on his cheek as he smiles.

“it’s fun because there’s beomgyu, right?”

you turn your attention to the boy sitting across from you, his eyes on the same person you were staring few seconds ago.

“do you like him?” hueningkai asks, out of sudden.

“w-what?” you look at him, bewildered. “i don’t know what context of like you are talking about, but he is a good fr-…”

friend.

you so badly wanted to call beomgyu your friend, but you don’t even have the slightest idea of what a friend is — you never had one, at least not a real one. all through your school years, you have never

really had someone you can call as friend. sure, you talked to your classmates, but they felt more like acquaintances than friends. and you never bothered to get close to anyone because you know there

are always something they want in return — money, gifts, invitations to fancy parties, rich kids from your family’s circle to date, the list goes on.

so, you stop yourself from labelling beomgyu in that way. he is not your friend, not after only three days of knowing each other.

“he is a good guy, of course i like him. what kind of person doesn’t like good people?” you say, shifting in your seat to which hueningkai just shrugs his shoulders, “i think he likes yo-…” he stops talking midsentence when someone throws their arm around his neck, holding him in a chokehold.

“taehyun is calling for you,” beomgyu says as he smiles down wickedly at the younger. hueningkai knows his friend is lying but he just rolls his eyes and walks away to where taehyun is sitting.

“let’s go somewhere,” he extends his hand over to you.

“where?”

beomgyu grumbles, “just come.” taking your hand, he pulls you up to your feet.

following him from behind, you have no idea where he is taking you as you both walk further and further away from the group, until you’re climbing down the cliff.

he offers his hand to you, and you gladly accept, “be careful.”

holding your hand in his, he wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you down to the ground with an ease. the night is pretty chilly compared to the sunlit afternoon earlier, but beomgyu’s hand still

hold a certain kind of warmth. and even though the temperature is low, you still can feel heat rushing up to your face when he keeps his arm around your waist even after you’ve set your feet safely on the

sandy beach — you’re glad it is dark, you don’t think you want him coming up with another vegetable related nickname for you.

“i wanted to bring you here yesterday, but you were busy unpacking. and i wanted to do it today too, but you looked so tired from helping aunty sue,” he says. “i know this is not the best time to be coming

here since it’s so dark but i just thought maybe you would want to see the ocean at night too.”

you move your gaze from his face to the moana in front of you. the water is calm, small waves crashing along the shores. no one else is around, only you and him.

you were about to walk over to the water’s edge when you feel beomgyu tugs on your hand gently. “take off your shoes first, pretty girl.” bending down, he wraps his hand around your ankle before

slowly pulling the white alexander mcqueen off of your foot. beomgyu is surprised, to be honest, to the fact that you casually wear a very expensive pair of sneakers to a lame bonfire party. then again,

these shoes probably didn’t cost that much for you.

“all done, you can go now.” he stands up straight again and he can’t help but notice the pink shade decorating your cheeks even in the inky night, “tomato.” he chuckles, pinching your left cheek.

you gently swat his hand away, blushing deeper, before walking to the water again. you smile as you feel the sand seeps through your toes as the waves crash on the shore. turning around to beomgyu, you see him with a soft smile in his face as he watches you from a distance.

“join me,”

and he can’t seem to decline your offer when you’re looking so ethereal underneath the moonlight, a gentle smile on your lips as you move your feet around to play with the wet sand.

abandoning his cheap pair of sneakers beside your expensive ones, he runs over to where you’re standing back facing him. he pretends to push you further to the ocean to which you react faster, shoving him — making him fall into the water with a big splash.

“hey!” he shrieks, quickly getting up on his feet. you take that as a sign for you to run — in which you didn’t manage to escape far enough when you feel his arms circling around your waist before he pulls you down along with him into the water.

“beomgyu!” you whine while splashing more of the salty water towards him while giggling.

and that night, while you both are walking home, soaked from head to toes with your wet clothes sticking disgustingly on your skin, laughing and giggling, you thought; maybe this is what friendship feels like.

“aunty sue, i’m going out for a while!” you call out your aunt in the kitchen as you’re running down the stairs toward the front door.

she peeks her head from the kitchen’s entrance, “where are you going, honey?”

“beomgyu’s mom’s bakery!” you reply, already stepping outside and you failed to catch the tender smile your aunt is throwing your way as you are busy putting on your shoes. “i’ll be back before dinner.”

when you push open the gate of the house, beomgyu is already waiting for you on his bicycle, a hat in his hand as he offers it over to you. “put it on, it’s too sunny.”

you accept with no question, putting the white hat on. it smells like him — like a mixture of frangipani blossoms, toasted coconut, and bergamot waters. it smells like summer.

he smells like summer.

beomgyu watches as you put his hat on, holding back his smile to how adorable you look trying to tighten the hat’s straps to fit your head’s size. his hand reaches over to your face, tucking a few strands

of your hair that have come loose from your braids behind your ear. “pretty,” he whispers under his breath.

you look away from his eyes, quickly moving to sit on the backseat of his bicycle, wincing as the exposed skin of your thighs come in contact with the burning metal of the seat.

“sorry, chieko has been out in the sun for a while,” he says, referring to his bike. “you good?”

“yeah,” you shift on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position. “you name your bicycle with a dog’s name?”

he hums as he starts paddling, “my grandfather got this bicycle from a japanese owned shop. the owner used to have this really cute golden retriever by the name chieko, i loved him, hence the name.”

he explains, “is it weird?”

“kinda,” you reply to which he just laugh it off.

it has only been a week of summer break and beomgyu had come up with so many plans for the both of you. he has promised to make this, as quoted from the man himself, the best summer of your life

— to which you just responded with a raised eyebrow. you don’t mind spending the whole three months of break with him, you don’t mind at all. in fact, you would really like the idea — but he doesn’t

have to know that.

one of the plans he had come up with is; baking. and that is how you find yourself in the back of his mom’s bakery, with a baby pink apron tied around your waist and beomgyu going around in the

kitchen looking for the ingredients for the fruit strudels he had promise to make with you.

“oh, you must be y/n.”

you turn to the source of the voice, and you quickly bow your head, “ah, yeah. nice to meet you.” the woman in front of you have the same dimple as the one on beomgyu’s, and the way she smiles warmly remind you of her son too.

“you’re really pretty, just like what beomgyu had told me.”

“mom, where’s the peach?” he asks, stopping his mom from exposing him further, as he is rummaging inside the fruit basket on the counter.

the woman giggles, “is our beomgyu shy? is he embarrassed if his mom is going to tell the pretty girl all about the things he had talked about her?” she continues, emphasizing on the pretty girl.

you look over to him and notice how his ears has turned slightly red from his mom’s teasing. you’re not sure why he is acting that way when he has called you with that specific nickname so many times

already.

“mom~” he whines, all the while avoiding your eyes that are fixated on him.

his mom lets out a loud laugh — now you know where beomgyu got that from — as she walks over to the fridge behind you. “i keep them in the here, baby.”

“oh,” he says, taking the peaches from his mom’s hand. “thank you, my lady.” he leans down and kiss his mom’s temple to which his mom playfully pushes him away. the gesture tugs a string in your heart

— a feeling of longing. you can’t remember when was the last time you hugged your mom, or your dad. heck, you can’t even remember when was the last time they asked you about your day.

“have fun baking, y/n. i’m only a shout away if you need something, okay? in case beomgyu burns the kitchen down,” she jokes again before walking out to store again.

beomgyu sighs, “sorry about her. she can be a bit… overbearing sometimes.”

“no, she’s fun.” you says, stepping closer to help him with the fresh fruits.

and that’s how you spent your thursday morning; baking various fruits strudels — peach, strawberry, mango, blueberry. well, it was beomgyu who did most of the work but nevertheless, you had fun

cutting up the fresh fruits.

the oven digs, indicating the pastries have been baked. beomgyu pulls the tray out, before setting it on the flour-covered counter. “oh, it smells amazing!” you exclaim excitedly.

“wait until you taste them, they are,” he looks down at you, making a chef’s kiss gesture to which you just giggle. “well, we have to let them cool down first before putting the cream and the fruits. wanna

go up to my room while we wait?”

you hesitate, never ever in your life have you ever stepped a foot in a boy’s room. despite that, you find yourself nodding to him, “sure.”

he nods, taking off his apron and waits for you to take yours off before snatching it from your hands, hanging them on the hook by the fridge.

following him up to his room which is located at the second floor just right above the bakery, you notice the picture frames decorating the wall going up the stairs. family portraits, baby pictures of

whom you assume are beomgyu and his brother, wedding pictures of his parents, a picture of beomgyu’s kindergarten graduation. it’s like the family’s own little hall of fame.

imagining your house in your mind, you don’t think you have any other picture being hung on the wall aside from that one huge family portrait in the living room — the one where you were looking so rigid

sitting in between your parents. you hated that picture, and you still do. family portraits are supposed to be a symbol of happiness, a symbol of affection, a symbol of a healthy family relationship but your family does not have any of that. the picture that was taken in the fancy film studio in france was just another attempt to cover the family’s despair. it’s pathetic, really. how hard your parents are trying

to come off as a happy married couple with a perfect daughter. throwing the money away for material things that can cover up the lack of happiness in the household. it’s pitiful, the only thing they need to be raising a happy family is the one thing that they lack in life.

a loud chirping at your right as you step onto the landing of the second-floor surprises you. you turn your head to look at the green-colored parrot in the cage. it has its’ head tilted as it stares up at your

unfamiliar face.

“this is toto, my pet.”

“your pet?”

he nods.

“out of all the animals you can have as a pet, you chose a parrot?”

he shrugs, “toto is everyone’s best friend in this house.”

you blink, and he does too.

“oh, okay.” you say and he nods. “come, my room is this way.” he leads you over to the door that has a messy scribble of ‘choi beomgyu’ in colorful crayons, opening it for you and urging you to take step inside. “after you.”

his room is surprisingly neat. well, it’s not like you have seen a guy’s room before but you did assume beomgyu to be a little messy kind of person — the usual clothes on the floor, comic books scattered

on the bed, snacks wrappers on the desk. but his room is clean, no used clothes on the floor, only a round foldable table in the middle of the room.

“how long are we supposed to wait for the pastries to cool down?” you ask, taking a seat on the floor by the desk. “around half an hour,” he replies. “you know what other baked goods i’m really good at?”

you shake your head, “tell me.”

“pumpkin spice cupcake, but we don’t have any in the store now. it’s not autumn yet so finding for pumpkin is quite hard this time of the year.” he explains.

“how am i supposed to have a taste then?”

“that means you have to come here again during autumn,” he says. “i’ll bake every autumn desserts for you. beside, don’t you want to see my pretty face in a different season too?”

you grimace, “what difference does your face make in autumn?”

he laughs before reaching over to his guitar that was leaning against the wall beside the door.

so, he does play the guitar.

“do you want to hear a snippet of the song i wrote?” he asks while tuning his guitar.

“you wrote songs?”

“yeah, for fun though. i’ve never really let anyone listen to it, aside from the guys.”

“sure,” you say, holding in your excitement.

“i wrote this a few days ago, it’s not finished yet but i’ll try to give my best.” he gives you a smile before he starts strumming his guitar strings softly.

and when you thought choi beomgyu is already beautiful from the way he smiles, from the way his eyes twinkle under the summer sunshine, from the way his whisker dimples form on his cheeks when

he laughs — here he is giving you another reason to think that he is the most heavenly person you have ever came across when he opens his mouth to sing.

your fresh fragrance, your sparkling eyes

makes me feel better

reality loses its power, even the earth dies

the moment is eternal

you’re not sure is it the way the sunlight shining through the open window or the way his eyes are fixated on you while he sings, but you can feel the blood rushing to your face, leaving your cheeks feeling so warm.

no matter where you are, no matter what season

if we’re together, feel like summer

“this is getting boring.” says hueningkai as he throws the uno cards on to the floor before plopping on his back on the ground.

“agree, we should be doing something else.” taehyun, who has been scrolling on his phone since half an hour ago finally spoke.

beomgyu, with his four other friends along with a few others are sprawled out in choi yeonjun’s basement. they’ve been doing everything that they deem fun to do in the last four hours — the video games, board games, card games, truth or dare (in which beomgyu had successfully dodged every single question and dare related to you).

“let’s hit the diner, i’m kind of starving,” one of yeonjun’s friends, minho, suggest to which the other boys agree without any objections.

“nah man, i’ll pass for tonight.” beomgyu says, already standing up from his seat, “think i’m going to go home and sleep.”

“really, sleep?” minho asks, smirking up to beomgyu. “or are you going to see that girl, what’s her name again? y/n?”

beomgyu raises his eyebrow, “what does y/n got to do with this?”

sensing the shift in the air, soobin quickly nudges minho in the rib. “hey, shut your mouth.” says the older.

“i don’t know, beomgyu?” the blondie continues, “i barely see you hang out with your friends lately. every time i ask them where’s beomgyu, their answers were always the same; hanging out with y/n.” he pushes his tongue against his cheeks, clearly enjoying how extremely annoyed beomgyu looks.

“you don’t even have time for your friends anymore now? why? too busy fucking that little rich bit-…” and the next thing beomgyu knows is he is on top of the guy, throwing punches across the blondie’s

face as both soobin and yeonjun try to pull him away.

“don’t you fucking dare say that word.” he yells out loudly, throwing another blow on minho’s cheek.

minho forcefully pushes beomgyu, making the latter falls on his back as the blonde-haired boy climbs on top of him, punching him on the corner of his lips before yeonjun had to (literally) throw hands

towards minho to make him stop punching his younger friend.

there’s a loud ringing in beomgyu’s ears, his head spinning.

he was never one to resort to violence when it comes to anything. aside from that one time he accidentally kicked a girl in elementary school while trying to show off his hapkido skills, beomgyu has never hurt anyone physically. but there is something about the way your name rolls on minho’s tongue that make him sick to the core.

he gets on his feet after regaining his vision again, blood trickling down from his lips. he gives his friends one last glance before running up the stairs of the basement, slamming the door loudly as he walks out.

wiping his bloody lips with the sleeve of his hoodie, he curses under his breath, thinking he can’t go home with bruised lips and blood stains on his hoodie — his mom would make a big deal about it.

so, he continues walking — passes the front of the bakery, up the hill. feet moving according to where his heart wants him to go. to find comfort.

and it wasn’t a surprise to him as he stops in front of your aunty’s house, looking up to the second floor where your room is. the lights are out, total darkness surrounding your room. of course, it’s half

passed midnight, of course you will be sleeping by now.

beomgyu is not sure why did he came here. it’s not like he wants you to see him in this state — bruised lips, fresh blood still oozing from the cut, tousled hair, red stains on the sleeve of his yellow hoodie.

no, he doesn’t want you to see him looking this miserable. he was just trying to look for comfort, and to him, his comfort comes in the shape of a girl in an oversized blue t-shirt standing across from him.

“you scare me!” he says as he finds your figure standing in front of the gate of the house.

“what are you doing out here?” you ask.

“what are you doing out here?”

you cross your arms on your chest, “i saw you from the window.” though the only source of light shining on him comes from the dingy lamppost above him, you’re still able to make out his busted lips.

stepping over to him, you gently take his face in your hands. at that moment, beomgyu knows coming here to actually see you wasn’t a bad idea when he can feel the heat from your palms engulfing his cheeks.

he wanted solace and apparently you are his.

“what happened to you?” you ask softly, afraid that if you raise your voice any higher it might hurt him.'

“i fell…” he says, “for you.”

you take your hands off his cheek, slapping his arm to which he jokingly winces in pain. “how could you slap me when i’m already this wounded?” he pouts, “i did fell, okay? i tripped while coming up

here. the hill can be pretty steep sometimes.”

“you’ve been going up and down this hill your whole life, how can you suddenly fell today out of nowhere?”

“i don’t know? people make mistakes, y/n.”

you roll your eyes, “come on, i’ll clean it up for you.”

beomgyu didn’t hesitate to follow you into the house, up the stairs and into your bedroom. you lead him over to the bathroom, trying not to make too much noise and waking up your aunt in the room

right across from yours— you don’t think she would appreciate you bringing a boy into the house in the middle of the night, and the last thing you want is her thinking there’s something passionate going

around between you and the baker’s son.

taking his face in one hand gently, you blow onto his cut. “it’s going to sting a little, okay?” he hums, enjoying the cool breeze from you on his open wound.

he watches you tentatively as you dab the antiseptic on his skin. “does it hurt?” you ask to which he just shakes his head no. “okay. phew, this is kinda scary.” you giggle as you lean closer to his face again, your nose a few inches away from his.

beomgyu roams his eyes all over your face — your eyes, your nose, and your lips. he observes the way your long eyelashes flutters against your soft cheeks with every blink you make. the way your pupils dilate as you are so focused on attending his busted lips. the way your nose scrunches up occasionally when he lets out a low groan of pain. the way your lips are pull into a pout while you’re busy nagging to him.

even under the ugly fluorescent light of the bathroom, with you wearing the most basic clothes — no fancy summer dresses, or blouses, or expensive sneakers – with your hair messily being put up into a bun, face free from any kind of make-up, to choi beomgyu; you are the most beautiful.

and in the daze of post-punched and being in your presence, he lets the words slip out of his mouth.

“you are so fucking beautiful, y/n.”

the saying of time flies when you’re having fun is actually true. days have turned into weeks, and weeks have turned into months — it’s already been two months since you first arrived in this small

town with the ocean view.

the past months have been filled with many new things you’ve never experienced in your life — going hiking to see the sunrise with beomgyu, harvesting vegetables and herbs with aunty sue, helping

beomgyu’s mom in the bakery, binge eating snacks at the convenience store past midnight with beomgyu and his friends, barbecue party with the townspeople.

and the most precious thing you’ve encountered during this summer break is friendship — not only with beomgyu, but his friends too. you’ve come to get comfortable with yeonjun, soobin, taehyun and

hueningkai along the way after spending time with them. beomgyu had brought you along to hang out with them a few times, and you had grown to enjoy the boys’ company, too.

and beomgyu has stay true to his words about making this summer the best three months break of your life.

“you look pretty already,” aunty sue says behind you as you’re busy fixing the strands of your hair framing your face.

turning to look at her, you pout. “i’m not.”

“beomgyu thinks you are.”

you blush, looking into the mirror to avoid your aunt’s teasing eyes. “i’m done, let’s go.”

“you’re not going with beomgyu?” she asks as the both of you are walking down the hill, a rattan basket in your hand.

“he said he’ll meet me there,” you explain. “he has to help his mom with the bakery booth.”

“ah, right. i forgot about that.”

another new thing you get to experience in this small town is their annual summer festival. aunty sue had told you that the town’s mayor came up with the idea of making the festival around a decade ago

in an attempt to give some sort of entertainment for the kids and teenagers, and also the adults, in the town during the season. it was a great success the first year it was being held — with more than

thirty booths of various foods and games. hence, why the summer festival has become the town’s annual event now.

as you reach the festival’s venue which is being held by the beach, you see soobin and yeonjun chattering at a booth near the entrance. you hand aunty sue the basket before excusing yourself to talk to the boys.

“yeonjun! soobin!” you call out, running up towards them. “oooh, y/n! you look so cute!” soobin exclaims excitedly as you stop in front of him. “but not as cute as choi odi, though.”

“choi odi?” you question and the boy nods “my pet.”

“a cat?”

“no, a hedgehog.”

you grimace — what’s with this group of friends and their weird animals as pet?

“what? you don’t think hedgehogs are cute?” he asks.

no, they look like rat — is what you wanted to say but you don’t have the heart to voice those words out from the look soobin is giving you. “yeah, they are… not bad.” you say before moving your gaze

away from him.

yeonjun notices the way your eyes are scanning around for the familiar mob of brown hair in the sea of visitors, and he chuckles. “his booth is on the other side,” he says. “want us to show you the way?”

your cheeks flushed from being caught but you thank him, anyways. “it’s okay, i’ll go by myself. i’ll see you guys later, then!” you say, walking away from them while waving.

you were about to walk around, trying to find his mom’s bakery booth when you hear your phone’s notification inside your bag. pulling it out, you smile as you read the name of the sender.

beomgyu: where u at, pretty girl? i saw your aunt but not you.

you quickly type in your reply.

you: i’m at a cotton candy stall near the entrance, omw to find u

beomgyu: stay there. i’ll go to u.

after waiting for a while, you spot him walking over to you — dressed in a white button up shirt, tucked inside his black jeans. hair slightly dishevelled from the ocean breeze. he has a smile across his face as

he keeps coming closer to where you’re waiting for him.

even in the sea of people, choi beomgyu is the only one that caught your eyes. you could be in a big ballroom of a masquerade party and the only one that has your attention is still choi beomgyu — there’s

just something about him that you can’t seem to explain that make you only look at him and him only.

you look up to him when he stops in front of you, the smile from earlier getting wider. “hi, pretty.” he says before his hand reaches up to your face, tugging the strands of hair behind your ear neatly. this

has been a little habit of his that he really loves doing whenever he sees your hair getting on your face — never once have you told him that you purposely let those strands untied.

“the firework show will be at 8pm, so we will have around,” he checks his phone, “hour and half to walk around. what do you want to do?”

“you’re not helping your mom’s booth?”

“my brother is here, so he’ll be helping mom for today.” he says, peeking to the stall behind you. “wanna try the cotton candy?”

there is already a line of children waiting for their turns to get the sweet treats in various shapes —heart, bunny, flower, and even a unicorn. when it reaches your turn, beomgyu asks you what shape

you would like for your candy, and you eagerly point at the bear on the menu sheet.

“here’s your order, mr. lover boy.” the man says, handing the stick of the bear-shaped cotton candy to beomgyu. “enjoy your time here, lovebirds.”

“we’re not-…”

“thank you, we will.” taking the candy from the man, beomgyu put his hand on the small of your back, leading you away from the line.

you look up at him, blush evident on your cheeks. why didn’t he deny the man earlier? lovebirds? love, really? “beomgyu, why didn’t you-..” you pause mid-sentence when he hands you the cotton candy.

looking up at him, then down to the cotton candy that is still in his hand, then up to him again and down to the candy again, you let out a laugh.

he furrows his eyebrow questioningly, “what so funny?”

taking out your phone, you open the camera app. “stand still.”

he complies, standing still with the cotton candy in hand all the while you’re giggling and snapping multiple pictures of him. “are you done?” he whines.

you show him the photo on your phone screen, swiping right to let him see the rest of his pictures you’ve taken. “the bear looks just like you!”

“is it funny to you?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your waist as he tickles your side. you squirm in his hold, laughing harder. “it is, because it looks exactly like you- ah! beomgyu, stop tickling me!”

he holds onto the stick of the cotton candy tighter as his other arm is still wrapped around your waist. beomgyu has always known of how beautiful you look when you smile and laugh, but, oh god. right

now, where you’re laughing to your heart’s content, in his arm, dressed in the loveliest white summer dress he has ever seen, with the warm glow of the sun slowly setting, he swears nothing else is as

beautiful as you. not even close.

“beomgyu, please stop. i’m going to pee.” you beg, tears from laughing pooling in your eyes. he lets you go slowly before handing the cotton candy to you which you gladly take.

“let’s go,” he says as he takes your free hand in his, pulling you into the gleeful summer festival.

you spent a good hour touring around the festival — eating tanghulu and few other famous street foods. playing random games at the game booths even though you knew they were all rigged, it was

still fun — beomgyu did won you a small teddy bear keychain from the dart game.

you visited your aunt’s stall too, where she’s selling little handcrafted trinkets. you couldn’t ignore the cheeky smile she sent you when she saw the way beomgyu was holding onto your hand.

then, you went to his mom’s booth where you met his brother for the first time. you were kind of expecting the teasing from him, but you didn’t know it would be so bad to the point you had to ask beomgyu for a glass of water, afraid you might suddenly pass out from the excessive blood rush.

it was fun. you don’t think you have experienced this much fun in your life. the last time you felt happy was when you had visited disneyland back when you were ten. with your maid, not with your parents. you don’t think you would have enjoyed it as much if you did go with them.

“we have 10 more minutes before the fireworks show.” beomgyu says as he leans his side against the railing. he had suggested to go up the cliff to have a better view of the firework. you thought it’s going

to be a packed spot but surprisingly there are only three other people there, sitting distance away from where you and beomgyu are standing.

you can feel his stare from the corner of your eyes, making your cheeks flushed. god, is it possible to lose one’s life from immense blushing? if it is, then you’re in a terrible danger.

“have you ever been in love?” he asks suddenly.

at that moment, the only thing you can hear is the loud ringing in your ears. gone the sound of the festive happening down by the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the sound

of the people behind you chattering. the sound of beomgyu’s voice.

have you ever been in love?

have you? you want to say no. you want to tell him that you don’t believe in love — that you would rather believe in the existence of a flying elephant rather than believing in love. you want to tell him

there is no such a thing as love in this world. there is no such a thing as sincere love. people love to get what they desire in return — money, power, status, pride. your parents are a living prove of that.

you want to tell him if there is one thing you are so fucking afraid of in this world, it is to love.

you want to tell him that you don’t think love is worth taking the risk, you don’t think it’s worth fighting for. love is not a real thing. you’ve seen so many people from school getting heartbroken over a

breakup with their lover, only to jump into a new relationship a week after that. if love is a real existing thing then, how could you move on so easily like that?

you so badly want to tell him, but no words come out from your mouth as you stare into his sparkling eyes.

“you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he says after sensing the discomfort on your face.

“have you?”

“yeah,” he says, now facing the sea. “i’m in love with a lot of things — my family, my friends, toto, my bicycle.” he says, shifting on his feet, “i love helping my mom in the bakery, i love writing songs even

when no one listens to it. i love this town, no matter how boring it gets sometimes, i still love it.”

“i love summer,” he says as he turns to face you again. “i love summer because it brought you to me.”

you were about to say something to him when you hear the announcement from the speakers that the fireworks will be going off in the count of three.

ignoring the proclamation, you keep your eyes fixated on his. he is staring at you endearingly, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a step closer towards you.

three

he takes another step forward, until the tips of his shoes are meeting yours.

two

he tugs the strands of your hair behind your ear like he usually does, only this time he didn’t put his hand down, keeping it on the soft skin of your cheek. he rests his other hand on your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him.

one

he tilts his head, leaning down towards your face before stopping, leaving a small gap as he waits for you to make the next move, an unspoken sign of asking for your permission.

and as the fireworks start shooting in the sky, you stand on your tiptoes. hands resting against his chest as you lean forward, closing the gap in between your lips and his soft ones.

it started off with you gently resting your lips on his, until he starts to pull you closer by your waist — where he deepens the kiss.

it feels magical.

the way his lips are massaging softly against your own, the way his thumb is caressing your cheek in the gentlest manner, the way he tightens his hold on your waist — not hard enough to hurt you but

strong enough to keep you in place, the way his heart is beating so fast under your palm. the way the sky is glowing and shimmering brightly with the non-stop fireworks.

he is magical.

it’s not like you have ever kissed a boy before but the way beomgyu is kissing you with so much care, with so much affection, so endearingly, with so much love — you know the kiss is perfect. you just know it is.

because you don’t need a flawless kiss for it to feel complete, all you need is choi beomgyu to be the one kissing you.

to you, choi beomgyu is the epitome of perfection.

the ringing of your phone wakes you up from your deep sleep. reaching over to the vibrating device on the nightstand, you pick up the call without checking the caller id.

“hello?” you say, voice hoarse.

“y/n?” shoot, it’s your mom. “are you still sleeping?”

“uh, yeah. i just… woke up.” you sit up on your bed, eyeing the clock on the wall – 12:04pm. if there is one thing your mom hates, it would be tardiness — in anything, including the time you wake up from

sleep.

“i slept really late last night,” in which you did. after the summer festival, and the whole kissing thing, beomgyu had walked you home. not forgetting to give you another kiss, which felt more like a peck,

before he left. and you had stayed up until almost four in the morning replaying that particular scene on the cliff over and over again in your head.

you hear your mom sighs from the other end, “how you been doing there?”

oh, that’s new.

“it’s been okay,” you twirl the end of your blanket. “aunty sue is a very war-…”

“listen, y/n. i’m kind of busy right now. i just called to remind you about your leave after the summer break.”

and that is when reality hits you.

“your dad thought it would be a good idea if you come home this weekend. to make early preparations.”

shit. how could you forget?

“i’ll send a driver to pick you up this sunday,” she says, and you can hear rustling from her end, “i gotta go.”

when the line goes off, you remain holding your phone against your ear.

how can you get forget? did you forget because you’re too busy having fun here? did you forget because you finally found something, or rather, someone to share your happiness with? did you forget

that you’re only here temporarily, to take a breather from the crowded city? did you forget that you’re not supposed to be attached to anyone?

you’re leaving. you’re leaving the country in september. you’re leaving for a university on the other side of the world. you’re leaving your home. you’re leaving this town.

you’re leaving beomgyu.

beomgyu.

these past months, you have been engulfing yourself too much into whatever temporary fantasy he had created for you. you were so into it that you started to brush away all of your beliefs that have

been your pillar your whole life. you were so blinded by the happiness he had brought you that you started making an exception for him.

and for the first time in two months, for the first time since you have arrived in this small town with an ocean view, for the first time since you met the boy whose eyes shine brighter than any stars in the night sky — you want to be anywhere but here.

you know you’re being a jerk to beomgyu — ignoring his calls and text messages, lying to him about coming down with a fever, forcing aunty sue to make up whatever excuses she could think of

whenever the boy stopped by to catch a glimpse of you, pretending to be sleeping whenever you saw him standing under the lamppost outside of the house at night.

you’re being irrelevant and you know that better than anyone else. but you can’t find any other way to explain to him about everything — you’re not ready and you don’t know how to. you know he’s in

love with you, and maybe, just maybe, you do harbour the same feeling for him as well — but you're in denial.

love does not exist.

that’s what you’ve been telling yourself every day.

you’re going back home tomorrow, and you have successfully avoided beomgyu up until this point. until aunty sue had to (almost) beg on her knees asking you to deliver an official government letter to

the choi’s place. she had come down with a summer fever herself, making you feel bad if you refuse to help.

and that’s how you find yourself inside the the bakery’s kitchen that saturday afternoon, a brown envelope in hand. you are glad it is saturday — meaning beomgyu is not around as he always spends

the day at taehyun’s place.

you peek around the kitchen, no one in sight. there’s no one behind the register in the bakery too. is the shop closed?

you hear footsteps coming down the stairs, turning around with the envelope still in hand, “mrs. choi, aunty sue asked me to-…”

you blink, hands coming down to your sides.

leaving the brown paper on top of the counter, you were about to make an escape before you feel his hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you back to him.

“y/n,”

“let me go,” you say under your breath.

he pushes you against the wall, trapping your body. “are you okay?”

out of all the things he could be saying to you right now, he’s asking you if you’re okay? out of all the mean things he could be spitting to you right now for ignoring him without explanation, the words

that came out from his mouth are those of endearment.

you avoid his eyes, afraid that you might break if you catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes. “i’m fine.”

“then why have you been ignoring me?”

“i wasn’t feeling well.”

“then, that means you’re not okay.” he says softly, “look at me, y/n.”

you look up at him, tears pooling your eyes. “why are you being so difficult?!” you didn’t mean to scream in his face, but at this point, your brain has lose control — your body moving according to your

heart.

beomgyu is taken aback by your sudden outburst, “what?”

“why are you making it a big deal that i’m not talking or hanging out with you anymore?”

“how am i supposed to not make it a big deal when the person i’m in love with is pushing me away?” there, he said it.

“love?” you say, while trying your hardest to keep your tears from falling. “there is no such a thing as love in this world, beomgyu.”

“are you saying my feelings for you are invalid? of course, there is. there’s love everywhere in this world.”

“no, there’s none!” you scream again, “how can you fall in love with someone within, what? two months? that’s unrealistic, beomgyu.”

“you don’t need years to fall in love with someone, y/n. you can be by someone’s side for decades, shares one roof, sits at the same dinner table and sleeps on the same bed for years and years onwards

but if there is no love then there will be no love until the end.” he raises his voice slightly.

you finally let your tears fall as images of your parents cross your mind — of how unhappy they are with each other, of how their eyes never hold any kind of affection for one another. they have been

married for almost two decades now — live under the same roof, eat at the same dinner table, sleep on the same bed, wear the same silver bands around their ring fingers – but the love was never there. it’s never going to be there.

if there is no love then there will be no love until the end.

they are the reason why you’re acting the way you are now.

"i don’t need years to fall in love with you, y/n.” he wipes the tears on your cheek gently, “the moment i saw you that one summer afternoon, i knew i was falling head over heels for you.” he pauses,

searching for your eyes. “i knew that i’m in love with you.”

“tell me, y/n… did i do anything wrong? is it the kiss?” he asks, “i’m sorry i stepped over my boundaries.”

“it’s not the kiss,” you whisper.

“then? what’s bothering you, baby?”

more tears come out of your eyes at the nickname, “this whole thing,” you gesture to him and you, “you know it’s not going to last, right?”

he shakes his head, “no, i know you’re going to back to the city after the break, but we’ll make it work. it’s not even that far. you know people do anything for their loved ones, right?”

you take a deep breath, before wailing loudly, not caring about anything anymore. “you’re not gonna love me anymore after i leave, beomgyu. and i’m not talking about going back to the city. i’m leaving the country soon, to the other side of the world, for four fucking years, choi beomgyu!”

“i’ll wait for you, i promise.”

“no one is that stupid enough to wait for someone for that long. why take the risk of waiting years for someone? what if i suddenly came back with a boyfriend, or a fiancé?”

“you worth all the risk in the world, y/n.”

“why are you making things difficult for me?” you push him off of you before you make a run for the door. you continue running up the hill, tears still spilling out your eyes.

you stop, looking back to where you came running from. he doesn’t come chasing after you.

and a part of you wish that he did.

“is this the last one?” your driver asks as he loads the last of your luggage into the car’s boot.

you nod, thanking him to which he replies with a nod of his head. turning to face your aunt, you take her hand in yours. “thank you for taking care of me in the past two months.”

she smiles, rubbing on the back of your hand with her thumb. “are you sure you don’t want to see him first?”

you shake your head and the woman just nods hers before pulling you into a hug. it’s warm. she has always been warm, ever since the first time she picked you up at the train station. she has treated you

like nothing less than a family member, though you and her are very distant relatives.

“i’ll miss you.”

“i’ll miss you too, honey.” she caresses your hair. “come back soon, hm?”

you nod, moving away from her warm hold. “bye, aunty sue.”

as the car drives past the familiar bakery, you look down to your lap, droplets of tears wetting the thin fabric of your skirt.

and just like that, your temporary happiness ends.

the leaves start to wilt, slowly turning brown as the season transition from summer to autumn. the temperature getting colder and colder as each day passed by. no more scorching sun, no more clear

blue sky, no more children running around by the beach.

he stands on the cliff, overlooking the ocean. nothing much has changed since three years ago — except some parts of the railing has awfully broken down. honestly, he prefers it that way — the town not

changing. the way the town looks boring to an outsider, but actually holds a lot of hidden wonders.

the town holds a lot of dear memories to him. this is the town he has grown up in, the town that taught him all the life lessons that made him the person he is today, the town that brought him a girl

that he could never forget, even in his next life.

he looks over to the sea. if he swims far enough, would he reach the other side of the world? to where you are right now?

three years.

it has been three years since he last heard anything from you. it’s not like he didn’t try reaching out to you, he did, multiple times. he tried calling your phone, only to be greeted with the same bot telling

him that the number is no longer in service. he tried looking up for your social media — facebook, instagram, anything. but nothing ever came up with your name aside from a profile website of your

family, a picture of fifteen years old you under the words ‘daughter of a successful businessman and the uprising fashion designer’. he thought you look adorable in the picture, despite the lack of life in

your eyes.

three years went by and you still haven’t come back.

three years and all he could think about every day is you.

you, you, you.

his friends have been telling him to just let it go, telling him it was just a summer fling, telling him it’s time for him to move on, to go meet new people in college.

but he didn’t. he knows what is worth it in his life — you are worth the wait, the risk, everything.

he tugs his hands inside the pocket of his coat, the air is getting so chilly despite it being only september.

“thought i would find you here,”

he turns his head so fast as he hears the familiar voice, he thought he might get a whiplash from it. but as he stares at the figure standing across from him, he thinks he is experiencing more than a whiplash right now.

there you are, standing five feet apart from him. he roams his eyes over your smiling face, and he wonders how is it possible for someone to be this beautiful. you look different from the last time he

saw you, in a good way.

your hair is slightly shorter compared to three years ago, you have lost the baby fats on your cheeks too, making your cheekbones stand out when you smile, and your eyes, they no longer look like the one he saw on the last day he saw you, or in the picture from the internet. your eyes are filled with life now, sparkling under the grey sky of the autumn morning.

“i went to your mom’s bakery but you weren’t around. figured you would be-…” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as the man takes a long stride towards you before pulling you into his arms.

he holds the back of your head with one hand, pressing your nose against the base of his neck while his other hand is wrapped around your waist.

he still smells the same — a mixture of frangipani blossoms, toasted coconut, and bergamot waters.

even in a different season, he still smells like summer.

you wrap your arms around him, “sorry i took too long.”

shaking his head, he wraps his arm tighter around you figure — afraid that you might suddenly evaporate into thin air, and this is just another night dream of his. “no, thank you for coming back.”

“thank you, too. for waiting for me.”

he pulls you away from his neck, staring deep into your eyes. “i promised i would wait for you, didn’t i?”

you nod, smiling up at him happily. you notice how he had grown few inches since the last time you saw him that one afternoon in the back of his mom’s bakery, from the way your neck is straining so

much looking up at him. his hair is no longer the deep shade of brown anymore, it's ash grey now.

he leans down, tilting his head as he nudges your nose with his — waiting for you to close the distance between his lips and yours, just like what he did that one summer night, in this exact same spot.

and as you finally rest your lips upon his — you think about how choi beomgyu is worth all the risk that you’ve took. the arguments with your parents because they kept opposing the idea of you dating a

nameless boy from a small town, the cramped semesters because you wanted to cut one semester off so you can come back to him a year sooner, the longing and aching feeling for him you got whenever

your friends in university talk about their partners. at the end, there were all worth it.

choi beomgyu is worth it.

you are still a firm believer of love does not exist. it’s hard to get rid of that idea when you’ve been sticking to it almost all of your life. and given that your parents’ eyes still lack of love and affection for

each other even after being married for a whole two decades now, it’s impossible to accept that there is love out there for everyone.

but to you; love exists in a form of a boy whose eyes shine brighter than any stars in the night sky, and that is all that matters to you.

and to choi beomgyu; even under the cloudy and gloomy autumn morning sky, with wilted leaves dancing around in the air with the wind, with the temperature getting colder and colder as day passed

by, it feels like summer to him — because it doesn’t matter where he is, or what season it is, whenever he’s with you, it feels like summer.

[doomssoiree]

DAYDREAM SERIES(txt ver.)

❤︎ ────living through five daydreams with five dreamy boys.

── pre-ordering daydream series…

DREAM #1:

(수빈)soobin. hold me down.

TROPE: office romance, boss + assistant, co-workers to lovers

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, slice of life

I was wondering, could you hold me down?

── SOOBIN BEGINS to realize he has more than a tiny infatuation for you after you take care of him and his morning hangover, prompting him to visit unannounced in the evening to sort out his feelings with you. little did he know, that would land him in a tub full of bubbles with you.

delivered.

DREAM #2:

(연준)yeonjun. say yes to heaven.

TROPE: introduction by hookup, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, vacation romance

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, angst

say yes to heaven, say yes to me.

── AFTER A wild night out with your friends, you wake to find a pretty stranger in your bed, only dreading what could have happened between you two the night before; fortunately, the stranger doesn't give you the chance to regret and wallow in self-shame, quick to bring comfort to your sorrows.

delivering…

DREAM #3:

(태현)taehyun. eden.

TROPE: friends to lovers, musician + lyricist, hurt/comfort, forced proximity

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, angst

heavenly father, I know I'm stuck in my ways, searching for a brighter day.

── A STRUGGLING musician finds himself in a depressive state during a tough time in his career, in the midst of finding a new lyricist and unable to find inspiration for his album. on the way to a venue for a concert, he meets you, a gorgeous barista with a passion for singing and a book full of unused lyrics. he convinces you to help him write for his album and later finds himself stuck in your apartment due to fans and a delayed flight, creating a spark between the two of you.

delivering…

DREAM #4:

(범규)beomgyu. kiss of life.

TROPE: strangers to lovers, fated lovers, vacation romance, opposites attract

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, mild angst

there must have been an angel by my side, something heavenly from above, that led me to you.

── BEOMGYU SAVES you from nearly drowning after you friends thought it was funny to throw you in the water, prompting him to steal you away and make you spend the rest of your vacation with him. the five days spent alone with him creates sparks and romantic tension that can only be defined as fate.

delivering…

DREAM #5:

(휴닝카이)hueningkai. pigment.

TROPE: friends to lovers, photographer/musician + painter, roommate romance, artist becomes the muse

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff

I would color every moment; make it feel like it's forever.

── HUENINGKAI FINDS that you always settle for being the artist and never the muse, so he decides to make you the muse by writing a song about you and hold a little concept photoshoot. as he captures each moment, he finally realizes why you like being the artist so much, because as he focuses on making each photo perfect, he realizes just how divine you truly are.

delivering…

THANK YOU for pre-ordering the daydream series, I hope this package finds you well!

── ciao belle❀

©doomssoiree

[createdbytragedy]

PRETTY~~

Beomgyu stared at you as you went on about your day. Your voice sounding like a melody in his ear. He couldn't get his eyes off you, barely listening and just letting your beauty consume him. He notice everything and everything about him you had him mesmerized. From the way your lips parted as you talked, the way your eyes light up at the certain times, how you use your hands to demonstrate certain situations to the way a strand of hair fell on your eyes which you would absentmindedly tug behind your ear only to come loose again with all your movement. You halt your rant, seeing your boyfriend has been real quiet. You found him staring at you with this mysterious glint in his eyes that had your heart skip a beat. "Why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. Beomgyu continued to stare, ignoring your question, he lifted up his hand to tug a strand of hair behind your ear ," You're so pretty..." You blushed, a shy smile forming over your lips as you mumbled a small 'thank you'. Beomgyu thought you looked cute. So cute and pretty. His hand rested on your cheek, caressing with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. The sunlight creeping in through the curtains illuminated his eyes and you could not miss the love and adoration he held for you that glistened under the sun. "I'm so down bad for you, you know. I fell in love with you before I even knew I did" he confessed, drawing circles around your cheek which were turning pink, " To be with you, that's all I want now" he sighs, giving you a smile brighter than the sun's ray. "I love you" he whispered, "Love you more than words could describe" he said, pulling you in for a kiss. And you loved him too. More than he will ever know.

[gugugyuu]

secret boyfriend - beomgyu x reader

warnings: very suggestive content, insecurity or self-doubt, etc.

it seems like the air between you and beomgyu are cold these days.

you felt it everytime he responded, every glances no longer hit like it used to. his voice that's once warm and teasing had grown cold too, each word is like a wall building between you.

it wasn't supposed to be like this... your relationship has always been your quiet source of joy. and now? it felt like a fragile secret you couldn't protect no longer, thus suffocating both of you.

you stole a glance at him during class as he sat at on his desk wearing an unreadable expression, totally focused on the notes in front of him.

whenever you sent him text messages, he would barely acknowledged it. answering your questions with an icy,

beomgyu: yeah.

beomgyu: i don't know.

beomgyu: i guess.

and it hurts you more than you wanted to admit.

even though the classroom was filled with energy during the break, you just couldn't join in.

groups of boys and girls hanged out near his desk and their laughter bursting out. beomgyu leaned back, pretending to listen. he barely even said a word yet his presence alone was enough to keep their attention.

you also sat at your desk, pretending not to notice the way your chest tightened at the sight, wishing you're also near him

beomgyu's everything you thought you aren't; beautiful, confident, admired, unattainable.

and he was yours.

or at least, he had been 'cause now it felt like he was slipping away and you don't know how to stop it.

"hey..."

the sound of his voice startled you. he was standing by your desk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "can we talk?"

his tone was calm, making you very nervous.

you hesitated, glancing around the room. the noise had dulled slightly and curious eyes started looking towards you. "uuh… now?" you asked him.

"yes. now..." he replied firmly. beomgyu didn’t wait for you. he immediately turned around and headed towards the hallway. you also hurried to follow him, the stares of your classmates burning into your back.

the hallway was empty, the noise of the classroom faded as the door shut behind you. beomgyu stood with his arms crossed, staring at the ground before finally looking up.

"what is it, beomgyu?" you asked cautiously.

"what is it?" he repeated, his laugh cold and humorless. "you seriously don't know?"

you opened your mouth to respond but the words were stuck in your throat.

"i'm tired." he said, cutting through your silence. "i'm tired of pretending. tired of feeling like i'm the only one who cares about this relationship."

"that's not true." you said quickly, panic rising.

"oh, then why?" his voice wasn't loud but the weight of his frustration was enough to make you sad. "you act like i don't exist whenever we're around other people. you can't even admit we're together. do you know how that feels?"

"beomgyu, i-"

"yeah, tell me." he interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. "what are you so afraid of? why do you keep pushing me away like this?"

the lump in your throat swelled and your vision blurred as tears threatened to spill. "i'm not pushing you away." you whispered.

"then what are you doing?" he questioned, his looks softening despite the frustration in his voice.

you hesitated, heart pounding. "i just… i don't want people to hate me."

his brows furrowed, his frustration giving way to confusion. "hate you? or what?"

"for being with you." you admitted, sobbing. "everyone likes you, beomgyu. girls... they all have a crush on you. if they knew we were together, they'd… they'd hate me. they'd think i don't deserve you."

the honesty of your words hung in the air and for a moment, beomgyu just stared at you. his expression changed from disbelief to hurt.

"babe come on, that's what you really think?" he asked quietly.

you nodded, unable to meet his eyes. "i see the way they look at you, the way they talk about you. and i… i don't even know how i got this lucky. i'm scared, beomgyu. i'm scared they'll hate me and that you'll realize they're right."

he took a step closer, reaching for your hands.

"babe..." he said softly, his voice was steady but filled with emotion. "i don't care what they think, i don’t care if they don't like it. i care about you. you're the one i chose because you're the only one i want. isn't that enough?"

tears spilled over and you bit your lip, trying so hard to stop it from trembling. "it should be..." you whispered, sobbing. "but i'm just so scared."

"me too." he admitted, squeezing then kissed your hands. "you mean everything to me. can we face it together?"

you looked up at him after a while, then slowly, you nodded. "okay..." you whispered. "together."

a small relieved smile formed in his lips. "yes, together." he echoed, pulling you into his arms.

and without warning, you leaned forward, kissing him with a sudden boldness that caught even yourself off guard. he froze for a fraction of a second because he was startled but quickly melted into the kiss. his hands started finding their place on your waist as if they belonged there.

when you finally pulled away, he was breathless and wide-eyed. the faint, unmistakable sound of your lips parting, echoed softly between the two of you. beomgyu's eyes were locked on yours, his chest was rising and falling as he tried to steady himself.

he leaned his forehead against yours, lips curling into a dazed grin. "that sound..." he whispered, fingers traced your flustered face. "the sound of your lips leaving mine… i swear, i could get addicted to it."

you blushed and tried to look away but his fingers gently tilted your chin back to face him. his eyes held yours, captivated.

then you felt your heart ache.

beomgyu's used to people getting shy around him but whenever he watches you melt in front of him? it hits different.

"you know, you're full of surprises." he said, a breathless chuckle escaping his mouth as he leaned in to give a kiss one more time.

come on, why would you keep beomgyu as your little secret?

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[matcha-binz]

Valentine - (C.bg)

꒰ 🌸 ꒱

Imagine acedemic rival! beomgyu trying to confess to you on valentines day, to tell you that he thinks that you're really cute, and that he liked you ever since you threw that snarky remark at beomgyu at the first day of school.

He tells you to meet with him after school, with a tender look in his eyes that told you he was being serious. You accept, and now you stand infront of Choi Beomgyu under the mongolia tree wondering what the actual fuck he just said.

"You like me?" The blush in his face deepens as he looks to the ground, away from your eyes, hiding his clammy hands behind his back as he stammers for an answer.

"Y-yeah, I do, so what!? I-I mean... you don't have to say yes-" He was cut off by the feeling of your lips on his, eyes flutting shut as his hands find their place on your cheek, not pulling away because this is what he's been waiting for since the begining. You pull away with a smile and red ears, giggling at his stunned reaction.

"I like you too, dummy"

[arisuraxz]

Twinkling Watermelon (pt.2)

summary: you fell in love with beomgyu first, but he fell harder.

warning: cursing

taglist: @eclipse-777 (lmk if you want to be tagged!)

im actually happy writing this JIHSUIYGSIHI but hope u enjoy!1!!!

if you havent read part 1, look at my page!

beomgyu was holding you, and running, rushing to the hospital. beomgyu was actually worried because a guy has to take care of a girl, right?

and this is how it started. Beomgyu at the time beomgyu now has a crush on you. Blushing hard. As soon as he went to the hospital, he shouted.

"nurse! help! this girl collapsed! help!"

the nurse ran up to beomgyu, to take care of you, so they put you into a rolling hospital bed, and took you into a room.

🪢

an hour later, you still haven't woken up. the nurses talking to beomgyu, saying something.

"mr. choi, for this, you have to sign a paper for y/n," as she passes out the paper to beomgyu.

"oh yeah, ofc, nurse!"

well, beomgyu didnt know what to do. he just thought of 'its just letters all over the paper' in his mind. all he did was just put his signature in the paper.

"thank you!" beomgyu told to the nurse.

so he ran, to check on you, so he went to the room your in, and checked to see if your okay. as he was checking, you woke up. you saw yourself lying down in a rolling hospital bed, looking around, and before you realized you were even in a hospital, you saw beomgyu. you were shocked. you asked yourself in your mind, 'did he take you to the hospita-'

"y/n? are you okay? im so glad you woke up!" he was relieved, he was waiting for 1 hour, and 15 minutes for you to wake up.

huh? you didnt know what was happening, and you finally realized, you were in a hospital.

"beom-beomgyu? what are you doing here?" you said, clueless.

"you dont need to know about that, y/n, are you really okay? you got me worried."

"yeah, im okay, i think im gonna go now" you got out of your bed and went outside, going to your home.

"wait nono, y/n! are you hungry? i can take you to a restaurant and ill pay you!"

wait, what? hes really paying me? we arent even close, or not even friends, but this? Nah, no way.

"no, im not hungry, now leave me alone. my mom will be angry at me." then, your stomach rumbles.

"ehehehhheh!! what do you mean? your hungry! hahahah!!" you realized, so you covered your stomach with your arms and you walked away. and, beomgyu was infront of you again.

"nonononono y/n, im sorry! ill actually pay you! which restaurant do you wanna go? anywhere, y/n! i dont care if its expensive, ill pay you!" he begged, with his puppy eyes, watering.

"fine. lets go to the restaurant there."

so you both went to the restaurant you wanted to go, and he was actually serious. he did pay you. after he paid, you and beomgyu went to the table, waiting for the food. and maybe after twenty minutes. the foods finally here. you both were eating peacefully, and you looked at beomgyu, eating, and damn, he looked so pretty. you were admiring him. beomgyu realized, and as soon as he realized, you went back to eating your food. Beomgyu was blushing, crazy, like, actually crazy. he was blushing so hard, that his legs are swinging and kicking. so he went back to his food, and he was about to tell you something.

"y/n, do you like your food?" he wondered.

"yeah, i do, do you?" you wondered back.

"ofc i do! why? did you think that my food was bad?"

"what? no! im also just wondering" you told to beomgyu.

and you both went back to eating your food.

🪢

you both were walking to your guys home, and around 8pm, and you normally was supposed to be home at 5pm, but you didnt care at all. you didnt want to ruin the moment.

"hey, y/n, since we are going home, ill give you my number. so, if you need any help, contact me. ill be here for you. or, if you cant, please think about me!" while he said that, he showed you his number.

your heart felt like it was about to burst. you were blushing, and beomgyu was too. so you smiled.

"your smiling.." beomgyu looked at you, as he said quietly.

"what did you say?" you asked.

"what, y/n?"

"oh, nevermind."

"well, y/n, please walk home safe! ill see you tomorrow!!" he ran. "tornado!"

you look at him, running. then, you walked home. while you walked home, you were thinking about the scene that happened with you and beomgyu. you were happy. you never been so happy before in your life. As soon as i got home, i went into my bed, laid down, and thought all bout the things me and beomgyu did. and i realized, i have the biggest crsuh on him.

[tokiiee]

their idol crush catching them staring — tomorrow x together

txt’s reaction to their idol crush’s catching them staring : pairing ot5 x idol!reader genre fluff, romance, reaction cw gn!reader, lowercase on purpose ( archive )

choi soobin ( 최수빈 )

soobin tries to act calm, but he blushes when you and your group member catch him looking. as you giggle at him, he becomes even more embarrassed and avoids making eye contact with you.

choi yeonjun ( 최연준 )

yeonjun smirks and looks at you, trying to make you feel shy like he is. he struggles to hide his embarrassment and shyness, and it becomes harder when you look away.

choi beomgyu ( 최범규 )

he smiles nervously and tries to look away slowly to hide his embarrassment. but when he turns around, he covers his mouth in shame, and yeonjun and kai laugh. beomgyu feels like a fool in front of everyone.

kang taehyun ( 강태현 )

at first, taehyun didn't know you were looking at him. he was focused on you and thought you were focused on the performance ahead. when he realized you were looking at him, he blushed but wasn't too embarrassed. he found it somewhat funny.

huening kai ( 휴닝카이 )

kai gets embarrassed and flustered when he realizes he's been caught staring. He feels so awkward that he doesn't know what to do and wants to look away, but doesn’t want to make it obvious or weird. when you look away, he's relieved because he didn't want to be the first one to do so. but he still feels shy whenever he sees you smiling because of it.

© tokiiee 2O23.

[lvrs-street2mmorrow]

Scary? My God, You’re Divine

| part 1

link to masterlist

pairings: ghost! beomgyu x fem! reader, coworker! yeonjun x fem! reader

summary: you’re excited to start a new chapter of life, moving into a relatively nice little place. though your landlord had said the place was old as rocks, it was remodeled and made new. you were never the type to be especially involved with the paranormal, but it becomes hard to deny that your new place has some quirks.

warnings: nothing really just a little angst

wc: 1.4k

a/n:i wanted to show you my work but i tried to get it out quickly so I’m sorry it’s short😭

You stand with your hands on your hips, admiring your hard work of getting those heavy boxes full of furniture into the sad, empty house by yourself. You mumble to yourself, "This is stupid."

You turn around to walk back outside since there’s no heater or AC yet, and it’s boiling in the new modern house.

Once you’ve left the house, you lock the door behind you and get in your car. Once you’re back home, you're holding your cup of coffee, your keys, and a bunch of other stuff, including your phone.

As you unlock the door, you hear something and brush it off as some sort of water pipe noise because the website said it was just remodeled, but the house is fairly old.

When you walk in, you see the old ceramic vase your mother made for you in your freshman year of highschool. You wonder why it’s on the ground since it was packaged away in some big heavy box you were too lazy to look in. You convince yourself you’re just too tired to remember that you grabbed it because you just moved in. Why would you try to make yourself scared like a little kid?

As you pump up your temporary air mattress and lay down your pillow, you hear a small tap on the wall but just roll your eyes, thinking it’s nothing.

When you wake up and check the kitchen where you planned to unpack things first, you see a fork on the marble counter that you didn’t place there. You shrug and put it into the silverware drawer with the silverware organizer you put there yesterday before you slept.

Once your two best friends, Huening Kai and Huening Bahiyyih, arrive, they help you move things and place items such as shelves and your couch. Kai hears a sound from the pantry full of cans you packed. He opens the door and sees that somehow one of the corn cans ended up with the green bean cans. He huffs, "Bahiyyih, I swear if you put this corn can on the—"

He and Bahiyyih hear a sudden scream from upstairs followed by a shout of "BUG!" and a few footsteps. But once she gets off the stairs, there's an extra footstep behind her that wasn’t hers. They think nothing of it because there is practically nothing in the house besides basic furniture: a couch, a bed, a desk, and a few appliances in the kitchen so it could have just been an echo.

Kai calls out your name, “Yo, did you put this can here?” You walk over and shake your head as you grab a water bottle. “No, why? I thought you guys were in charge of the food.” He huffs, “We were until Bahiyyih decided to spill water everywhere.”

You laugh as she pouts. “It was an accident!” she confesses, and Kai rolls his eyes. “Right…”

As the three of you set up the sleeping arrangements for the night, Kai and Bahiyyih leave to get some food. You are by yourself, sitting on the bed you are sharing with Bahiyyih, while Kai sleeps on the mattress on the floor.

You feel a cold gust pass through you and turn your head to check the temperature in the house. Something moves out of the corner of your eyes, and quite literally nothing could’ve prepared you for there to be a man standing at the doorway of your bedroom. You freeze.

“What are–who are you?’ You ask, muscles taut and ready to bolt. He just looks at you for a good minute, then opens his mouth to talk and says “you can see me?” he says with a tilt of his head.

You sit up and say, "Get out of my house, or I'll call the police!" He doesn't reply; instead, he sits there for a moment, then goes invisible for a second and reappears. You stand there in shock, your mouth open, and he just stares at you.

As soon as Kai and Bahiyyh get back, the man is immediately gone. They ask, "Girl, we just got you food. Are you okay?" Still a little shaken up, you reply, "Yeah, I'm just tired from moving a bunch of heavy boxes." Kai laughs, and you nod, going to grab the food the two goblins started eating before they got to the house.

You huff getting up and the others say they’re gonna go sleep so you decide to leave your food uneaten and just go sleep.in the morning your friends wake you up and it’s around 7 and 8am and you whine “shut up” she say with a pout because you want to sleep and they say “girl you have to wake up if you want to be over fixing up the house”

Once the house is finally organized, they leave, give you hugs, and you wave them goodbye. After they’re gone, you plop onto the couch to watch a movie. The only thing you're interested in is Mean Girls, it’s the only good thing on Netflix.

A few minutes before the movie ends, you hear a sound from the kitchen. You get up to check if it’s a mouse, as the landlord mentioned there might be mice in the first week. However, when you get there, the same man is standing there.

He’s wearing a fancy outfit with a white button-up top that looks like something a prince would wear, black dress shoes, and black formal pants. You back away and say, “Why are you in my house again? I said I’ll—”

He doesn’t say anything and just looks at you. When he steps, his steps don’t make a sound as he says, “Your house?”

You threaten to call the police on him again, and the handsome man tilts his head. “What’s the police?”

You say, “Are you stupid.” He just looks at you and shrugs his shoulders.

He says, “Well, my name's Beomgyu—”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not asking for your name. I’m asking you to get out of my fucking house,” you say,watching his movements with caution.

You sigh. “How long have you been here?” you ask, not as a question but as a demand.

When you try to touch him to drag him out of your house, your hand goes through him. You stop, and the world crashes around you. Did your hand just go through his arm? You sit open-mouthed, grasping at straws for a plausible reason for why that would happen. There are none. He seems a bit startled, too, watching your hand go through him. You stare at each other, a bit comically.

And then, like a wave that curls over and sucks you under, it hits you; you’re insane.

The man speaks. “how did that happen?”

You stand in shock like a deer in headlights, thinking you're literally insane, and you shrug. "I… I don't know what just happened." You go to grab him again and again, but your hand just keeps going through him with a small 'woosh' each time.

He says, just as scared as you, "I can't feel anything." he turns his head to look around your room and he says “are we insane?” you shrug replying “wait..what’s your last name..” you trail off forgetting his name “it’s Choi,Choi beomgyu is my name”

You look him up and down despite being terrified of him. "What are you wearing?" you ask, sighing as you judge his old-looking clothes. This guy looks like he's about to go to a Renaissance faire, you think, before your thoughts are cut off by him.

"Does your husband possibly know you've intruded on his wardrobe?" he asks with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk you just want to smack off his face.

You put your hands on your hips. "I don't have a husband. What do you mean?" You say it like you're truly offended, but you know you're not and you'd like to stay without one. You remember some sob story your aunt told you about boys when you were thirteen, and you've been avoiding boys left and right since then.

Later, you (well, mostly you) search up his name on Google, and it says that he was born in 1500 and died in 1523. He was a poet and a songwriter. It doesn’t mention the cause of death, and Beomgyu himself doesn’t seem to know how he died. He says, "I'm dead?" with a sad tone. You look at him in terror because you're literally looking at a ghost.

END PART 1

[seoulzie]

a cat-astrophic interview

WHEREIN: beomgyu casually mentions he has a little one at home ..

彡 pairing: idol!beomgyu x gn!reader 彡 genre: lil crack & fluff! 彡 warnings: none!

SEUL SPEAKS! ✎ first fic! feedback nd reblogs are greatly appreciated! >< the cats name is miso kekeke

the fluorescent lights of the studio buzzed overhead, casting an artificial glow on beomgyu's face. he was on a talk show, the usual whirlwind of energy slightly dampened by the fatigue of a long day. the host, a bubbly woman with a contagious laugh, was wrapping up the interview.

"so, beomgyu-ssi," she chirped, leaning forward conspiratorially. "txt is known for being a group of close friends, practically family. but do you have a special someone waiting for you back home? maybe someone you take care of?"

the question caught beomgyu off guard. he hadn't prepared for anything beyond the usual questions about music and upcoming promotions. his mind flashed to the image of you sprawled on the couch that morning, hair a mess and eyes glued to a cartoon. a smile tugged at his lips.

"actually," he began, the playful glint returning to his eyes, "we do have a little one at home keeping things interesting."

the host gasped, a flurry of whispers rippling through the studio. staff wondering what the hell was going on. the host's eyes widened. "a little one? beomgyu, are you...?"

"being a dad?" beomgyu finished her sentence with a laugh, enjoying the delightful chaos he was unknowingly unleashing. "not quite! but it definitely feels like it sometimes."

he then proceeded to launch into an elaborate, albeit slightly exaggerated, tale about the trials and tribulations of co-parenting your "little one." he described epic battles over spilled milk (courtesy of miso’s playful swats at his morning cereal), late-night diaper changes (which, of course, involved wrestling a wriggling cat into a new catnip-filled toy), and the constant struggle to maintain a balance of order in your "messy" household.

with each embellished detail, the host, clearly flustered but trying to maintain her composure, peppered him with questions. beomgyu, ever the performer, reveled in the attention, completely oblivious to the potential social media firestorm he was igniting.

▹ time skip

beomgyu bounced into the living room, post-interview glow radiating from him. you were sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn precariously balanced on your lap, engrossed in a reality show marathon.

"did you see the interview?" beomgyu chirped, collapsing dramatically onto the other end of the couch.

"nope," you mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. "busy catching up on the drama between brenda and tatiana."

he chuckled, that adorable crinkling of his eyes you loved so much. "well, you're in for a surprise then."

finally tearing your gaze away from the tv, you raised an eyebrow. "hit me."

"they asked about life at home," beomgyu began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "and i, being the honest guy i am, mentioned how much fun it is taking care of our little one."

your heart skipped a beat. "little one?" you echoed, a cold dread settling in your stomach.

"yeah!" beomgyu exclaimed, oblivious to your growing panic. "taking care of miso is, like, the best part of my day. she;s such a messy eater, though. catnip everywhere!"

relief flooded your system, momentarily drowning out the rising tide of amusement. "beomgyu," you said, trying to keep a straight face, "our cat is not our child."

beomgyu's smile faltered slightly. "cat?"

you burst out laughing, the tension dissolving. beomgyu, ever the endearingly dramatic soul, looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

"don't worry," you reassured him, wiping a tear from your eye. "just imagine the headlines tomorrow: 'txt's beomgyu secretly has a love child!' the internet will melt down."

beomgyu groaned, burying his face in a cushion. "this is why i shouldn't do interviews without my members."

the next few hours were a whirlwind of laughter, exasperation, and panicked scrolling through social media. the internet, as you predicted, had gone into meltdown mode. fan theories ranged from a secret marriage to a hidden child Beomgyu had somehow kept under wraps.

when things settled down, a new hashtag, "#BeomgyuIsADad," was trending worldwide. you and beomgyu, snuggled on the couch with a very confused-looking miso curled up between you, couldn't help but laugh.

as beomgyu sleepily mumbled apologies into your hair, you knew this was just another story to add to your collection of endearingly chaotic beomgyu memories.

© 2024 seoulzie

[byeomtori]

sunday to monday, i'm in love with you | beomgyu x reader (preview)

pairing: beomgyu x reader

content: strangers to friends to lover, high school au, sunshine reader, introvert beomgyu, will be adding more...

notes: inspired by sunday monday by apink

you saw him again this morning.

leaning on his side against the train door, hands tugged deeply into the pockets of his pants, headphone on, eyes glued to the buildings and the occasional nature passing by outside of the train window.

just like the first time you saw him a fortnight ago, he's there.

it's like the spot in front of the train's fifth door was reserved for him and only him. he boarded the seven am train and stood there by the door every day without fail.

you had no idea where he's heading to, or where he was from. every morning, he was already there when you got on the train and when you reached your station, he seemed to still be lost in his thoughts, not getting off.

he's going to school, sure. he had his uniform on every time you saw him. but he's not from your school — the stark contrast of your beige blazer and his dark blue one spoke enough volume.

you knew nothing about him, not even his name. you never dared to stand too close to him to have a peek on the nametag on his left chest — always keeping a safe distance, so you could peep at him once in a while without making yourself look like creep.

and you're pretty sure he never even realized of your existence; always staring out of the window throughout the train ride.

and you preferred it that way, to be honest -- of him not being aware of you and the occasional glances you threw his way every chance you got.

it's not like you had a crush on him, no. to you, he was just a blessing for your eyes early in the morning to make your five-stops-train-ride a little bit exciting.

he was nothing but stranger, and that all he was to you...

until you found yourself looking directly into a pair of caramel eyes, with the morning sun gently embracing him through the train window behind his looming figure, like he was some sort of spring angel descended to earth.

release date: tba

notes: as always, please forgive any grammatical errors for english is not my first language and do let me know what's your thoughts of this preview! :) x

[donniehere]

just found out that beomgyu’s a huge fan of headpats, so I decided to treat you with this short wholesome one-shot.

as this is my first post, please take notice that english isn’t my native language, so any corrections of grammatical errors or typos are appreciated.

HEADPATS

bf!beomgyu x f!reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: none!

description: when the usual hyperactive beomgyu returns upset from a concert, and won’t tell you what happened until he receives his headpats.

having a popular idol as your boyfriend wasn’t an easy task, especially in your position. having to deal with fans and the staff that hasn’t found out about your relationship. but beomgyu, being the supportive boyfriend he was, stood behind you through all of the path. whether it was dealing with rumours or throwing good words on your name infront of staff.

the only ones aware of your relationship, were beomgyu’s members, who supported you throughout the entire way and promised to keep your relationship a secret from the others. you truly did cherish them for doing so.

tours would always end up with you disappearing from yours and your co-workers’ hotel room in the middle of the night. and when they questioned you about it, you always excused you went out on a walk to catch a breath, when you were actually sleeping under beomgyu’s sheets.

just as described, you were currently awaiting your boyfriend’s return from the concert. he sent you a quick message informing you that they were on their way back to the hotel. you were sat on the expensive couch in his hotel room, jumping when you heard the door open. “gyu!” you exclaimed excitedly, jumping off the couch to greet the boy.

the moment you had a full sight of his face, you noticed the slumped pout on his lips. “hey.” his usual enthusiastic tone has changed upside-down, which only added to his bizarre behaviour.

the second your arms engulfed his body into a warm embrace, his weight leaned on to you, and his head found itself on your shoulder. “woah, what’s gotten into you?” you stumbled back due to his additional weight, your body barely capable of carrying his body.

you stood against the wall to prevent yourself from falling backwards. your hand briefly brushed against his head, fingers like feathers in his hair. “I’ll run you a warm bath, alright? get ready in the meanwhile.”

soon after, beomgyu joined you on the hotel bed, eyes glued onto your form. “well, mind telling me what’s the grumpy behaviour all about?” you question.

“no.” he shook his head and his honey eyes averted downwards.

you frowned. “gyuu, cmon, don’t be stubborn. you know im here to solve any of your problems.” you assure him. you wanted to make sure that he acknowledges your efforts in the relationship too. you wanted to confirm he knows you’re here.

beomgyu exhaled and shook his head in denial, or at least what you thought was denial. you slowly began to overthink your last days together with the male. have you done anything to upset him?

you raised your arm and slotted the palm of your hand against his squishy cheek, caressing it gently. “was it a brainless fan? or perhaps you believe you’ve failed a move?” you question.

“no. no.” he blabbered and shook his head once again.

your concern began mixing with disappointment. you mustn’t force it out of him, of course. but you believed he trusted you just as much as you trusted him. negative thoughts rushed to flood your mind.

is it because you hadn’t shown your face at the latest concert? is it because you hadnt been backstage? or perhaps it’s because you haven’t been showing the presence of an actual girlfriend.

you only know seemed to realize, you never attempted clearing out rumours about your relationship. it was always beomgyu. you felt your chest tightening with the sensation of salty tears begging to escape your eyes.

“beomgyu,” uneasiness was evident in your voice, proved by the calling of his full name, which you often used under serious circumstances. “have i done anything that dissatisfied you?” your voice stuttered.

you lowered your hand from his face, watching as his face scrunched at the lack of warmth. “beomgyu, please tell me, the both of us should try solving it—“

“are you oblivious?” beomgyu muttered in a barely audible voice. your eyes searched for his hidden orbs, curious to find out his intentions. his hand grasped your wrist and brought your hand up to his head, fingers brushing through his brown locks.

“huh?” you hummed, perplexed. “b-beomgyu, what is this supposed to mean?” your words have unwillingly stumbled, causing you to mentally curse yourself.

a breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped at the sight of beomgyu’s lips tugging upwards into a gummy smile. beomgyu began moving your hand with his, a pleasured expression was visible on his handsome features.

his head leaned closer until it limped onto your shoulder, his strands tickling your sensitive skin. even the noun confusion wasn’t enough to describe your emotions as your mouth was left agape.

somewhat enjoying the warmth his body emitted and the weight pressing onto your form, you chuckled lightly. “are headpats all you sought?” you asked him. he abandoned his grip on your hand, and you willingly continued to brush your fingers through his soft hair.

“kind of,” you heard a giggle escaping his wide-open lips, clearly satisfied by the sensation of your fingers’ feathery touch against his scalp. “well, there might be on more thing.”

by instinct, your posture straightened and the strength in your hand muscle was drained before you halted your movements, earning a whine from him. “gyu, don’t play with me.” you demanded.

you almost gave in to his teasings due to his adorable grin. he interlocked his fingers with you and lifted your hand, placing light kisses against your knuckles in an affectionate manner. was this his way of apologizing? you assumed so.

“fine, fine.” he chuckled. he once again, rested your hand on top of his hair and signaled you to stroke it. “but you know, I kind of missed you.”

——

the next morning, yeonjun came rushing into beomgyu’s hotel room, already planning to scold him due to causing the entire group to be late. but the moment he entered, his eyes landed on the sight of the both of you snuggled into eachother. a smile curled into his lips, and decided to let you rest for at least another couple minutes.

[luouarr]

✶ ending fairy ── tomorrow x together

🗯️ : pair ot5 x fem!reader genre fluff , romance , reaction cw idol!reader , tomorrow x together's reaction to their crush's ending fairy

© luouarr 2O23 ♬

choi soobin , 최수빈

his dimples were more visible than ever when he is watching all of your group members do their ending poses, knowing you are coming up.. and when you do his smiley eyes appear. soobin can't help but clap at your beauty alone, but when you give the camera a cute pout, he's clapping louder, surprised at how charismatic you are ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

choi yeonjun , 최연준

he's your number one fan so when you show up on the big screen, putting half a heart to your cheek.. he would look at you to observe your charismatic and cute expression. his mouth would go into an 'o' shape when he sees you and he'd clap with amusement. yeonjun can't help but smile, laughing at how cute you were. he'd be thinking about it for the rest of the show.

choi beomgyu , 최범규

everyone was in awe of your beauty and voice, including beomgyu. when you wink at the camera, giving it a peace sign.. the crowd went wild. when the camera catches him watching you, he copies your wink and giving the camera a quick wave ( which causes you to laugh ) っ- ‸ - ς

kang taehyun , 강태현

he's trying to hide his obvious amazement. you're so beautiful, and talented, and omg.. the camera just caught him with his open mouth and glistening eyes. he's filled with so much adoration as he watches you do a finger gun to the camera. taehyun is blushing and is completely taken aback at how gorgeous you are. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

huening kai , 휴닝카이

kai is watching your performance, all starry-eyed and smiley. while the rest of your group members strike their poses, his smile grows even wider as the camera focuses on you. when you wink at the camera, he can't contain his giggles and starts slapping soobin's arm over and over.

[gugugyuu]

dumb girlfriend - beomgyu x reader

warnings: mild suggestiveness, cursing, etc.

beomgyu leaned against the kitchen doorway. his arms are crossed as he watched you stand over the stove, poking at something suspiciously in the pan. the smell of burnt or something filled the air and he already knew where this was heading.

"baby." he called out. keeping his tone calm and light, "what are you doing?"

you jumped, spinning around with wide eyes as the spatula fell to the floor. "i- uh... i'm making eggs?"

his eyes shifted from your sheepish expression to the pan, then back to you. "are you sure? because it looks more like you're cremating them."

you frowned, placing your hands on your hips.

beomgyu walked over and gently took the pan off the stove, setting it aside. "we've talked about this, right? heat, not maximum inferno."

"yeah but maybe if i cook them faster, we save time." you reasoned.

he stared at you for a moment trying to figure out whether you were joking but the look on your face told him otherwise. "babe..." he said softly, "that's not how cooking works."

you let out a dramatic sigh and leaned against the counter. "eggs are so fucked up."

beomgyu chuckled as he turned off the stove, pulling you into a warm hug. "it's okay. not everyone is meant to be a chef."

you buried your face in his chest with a muffled grumble. "apparently, i'm not even meant to be functional." you muttered.

"don't say that." beomgyu said, stroking your hair soothingly. "you're smart. like, really smart. you aced your finals without even trying and you're always tutoring people in something i can't even pronounce. that's impressive, you know?" he added, assuring.

you peeked, your small pout was then replaced by a shy smile. "you really don't mind that i suck at this stuff?"

"are you kidding me? it makes my life way more interesting." he teased.

"gyu..." you began. "you said last week that my 'what do you call a bear with no teeth?' joke didn't make sense."

beomgyu groaned, shaking his head. "that's because you said 'a bear with dentures' instead of a gummy bear." in disbelief that you're bringing this up again. you crossed your arms. "i thought it was funny."

he facepalmed before cupping your face "i have a dumb girlfriend." he said with mock exasperation but quickly adding, "you don't even realize how hilarious you are and i love that about you."

your cheeks flushed. you were torn between being offended or flustered by his words.

beomgyu pulled back, "and hey, i'll gladly buy you all the eggs in the world if it means helping you master cooking it."

you couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous promise. "you're so corny."

"maybe." he said with a shrug, "you still love me?"

"i do..." you admitted, leaning into his touch. "but you did call me stupid, though."

"not stupid! i said dumb, there's a difference." he defended with a grin.

rolling your eyes, you sat at the kitchen counter, crossing your legs as if dismissing him. beomgyu didn't miss a beat though. he stepped closer, slipping himself between your legs, gently squeezing them before giving your thighs a playful slap.

"teasing you is part of my job." he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "but i promise, i'll teach you how to cook someday or at least how to use the toaster without calling the fire department."

you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "stop reminding me about the toaster!" you whined, though your lips curled into a smile.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, rested your forehead against his.

and in that moment, as he held you close... you thought about how lucky you were to have someone who makes you so happy and accepting you even if you were a little clueless sometimes.

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[beomwooxie]

MYTR - Chapter 2

SUMMARY - masterlist

What happens when two not-so rivals bands from the same town try making it big? What happens when two members of the not-so rivals bands in questions are just idiots in love, too dumb to realise it? Well, they make pretty great drama and write pretty good songs about it.

pairings : beomgyu x female reader

warnings : kinda angst, swear words

wc : 3,3k

notes : this is more of a filler, the real angst/fluff/everything is coming next so stay tuned :p

inspo : the song they end up writing in this chapter is literally this (i just love keshi so much)

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Arlo’s dorm room was piled with scrunched up paper pages, and empty coffee cups. Y/N was lying down, her stomach pressed against the floor, her notebook in front of her open and covered in erasures. They had been working on this song for at least one week already, getting the idea of a beat the week prior.

It all started with them saying they should write a romantic song for their new EP, searching for a beat that could go along the vibe they were aiming for. They had vibed on the topline that Bowie made at the time, but they couldn’t find anything else they could add, until now. During one of their practice sessions a few days ago, Ronan had come up with the idea of the guitar riff for the chorus. Arlo already recorded his bass line and Bowie the drums on her electric drums. They already recorded some toplines. Now, all they needed were lyrics and a melody. And it was the genius Soren who came with the first line that determined the path of this song.

‘We said the vibe was longing for someone, right?’ They all responded to their bandmates with a nod. ‘Okay, then what about: been waiting for you to take a turn in my arms.’

It seemed like everything suddenly aligned, the idea of progression slowly starting to imprint in their brain. That’s what led to this working session with Arlo and Y/N. They often split up to work on different songs, and then everyone added their touches and looked for changes if needed.

Y/N was scanning every word on the pages of her unfinished lyrics book, where she kept pieces of verse, subject, and themes for songs but still raw and unreviewed. She searched for words that could fit into the song. It seemed like all she had wrote about. Longing for someone, not knowing where you were standing with them, feeling like being in the dark and not knowing where to go. And suddenly, it all made sense. She started to search for every line she wrote about Beomgyu; underlining lines from different random writings, listing them all.

‘Arlo, can you replay the song from the start but with Soren’s topline? Think I have something for the verses.’

‘Sure, babe.’

She was vibing along to the beat of the unfinished song for now, and while they were listening, she scratched up some words with a pen, added arrows and asterisks before saying:

‘Okay, what do you think about: say the word, I know what you’re thinking but just say it first. For the first line of the chorus. And then, for the second verse ‘Nanana, you finally found the high that you’ve been chasing, only one more choice you got to make.’

Let’s see what we can build around this. It can be so great. Let’s start by recording what you already have, and we’ll adjust it with Chris later. Just topline the rest.’

Chris was Soren and Ronan’s friend who also happened to work at a record label, and even though they weren’t going professional right now, he helped them when they needed to record their songs and helped them with the mixing. The older boy always acted bored by their songs but as time went on, and as they started to take this more seriously, Chris started to like working with them and surprised himself sometimes listening and bopping along to what they had produced. He kind of felt like he needed to help them grow and protect them, his older brother-like personality coming up front.

Replaying the song repeatedly, they added melodies and other toplines as they went on. They stopped working at around eight o’clock, deciding to take a break, content with how the blanks were slowly starting to fill up. They sent a video to their band group chat, and waited for their reaction, taking a break. Suddenly, Arlo smirked before speaking up.

‘Y/N… Are you thinking about what I’m thinking right now?’

‘An iced coffee?’

‘God yes, we should totally get one while waiting for the others to answer.’

‘Okay, let’s go.’

They dressed up to survive the freezing weather of the winter, draping themselves into large scarves and she put on Beomgyu’s baby blue beanie – that she stole from him a year ago. The two friends started to make their way out of Arlo’s residency. As they kept on walking further down out of the campus area, they started to be able to make out the café on the other side of the street. From where they were, Y/N could see Beomgyu’s flat, that he shared with his bandmates, since it was on the opposite pavement of the café. The lights were on, and she wondered if Gyu - as she liked to name him, was there.

‘Y/N, focus girl.’ Arlo’s arm was linked with hers, as they were walking slowly, taking in the sight of the city in silence.

‘Right, sorry,’ she sighed.

‘It’s alright. I know what happened last weekend kind of fucked you up, but try to no get too distracted by it, he’s just some boy.’

Beomgyu’s words from last week echoing in her head, about her being “his girl.” The subject didn’t come up between them yet, sort of avoiding it and taking turns in changing subjects during the conversation to avoid talking about last Friday. Still, Arlo’s reaction of calling him “just some boy” annoyed her. At first, the dark-haired boy on her side used to be a fervent supporter of the idea that Beomgyu was probably in love with her “or something”, that he just couldn’t (or wouldn’t?) admit the truth, and that he was basically a coward, because she was obviously as in love as the poor boy was. He rooted for his friend many times, but his support soon faded when this situation hadn’t evolved in months. He had advised Y/N to move on, and that’s why, when everything went down last weekend, she had been so troubled.

She always analyzed what her friends had said to her. Arlo was always the first one to give love advice and most times, he aimed right. For her, the only possible truth was Arlo’s: Beomgyu didn’t love her, just loved the attention and the playing between them, so she just had to distance herself. At the time, Arlo had said “keep rejecting him, he’s going to get the hint you’re not into this kind of games anymore, eventually.” But the eventually still hasn’t come, and Y/N was troubled about it.

The couple of friends finally reached their destination and when they entered the warm place, and as Arlo’s transparent glasses started to fog up, she noticed the place was quite calm compared to a usual weekday night. Usually, students that had forget a super important deadline came here to get their caffeine levels fixed, while working on their last-minute papers. She took a few seconds to scan the room, noticing a brown set of hair she seemed to be familiar with. She could recognize that face out of a million others. She quickly yanked Arlo’s arm to grab his attention, and he looked around with a puzzled look. ‘Is that…?’

The bright, red-dyed hair girl didn’t need to look twice to know it was him. After all, he was her best friend as they said, and she could make out his silhouette even in the dark.

‘Don’t tell me you’re going to go talk to him,’ her friend sighed. ‘You’ve been avoiding him all week and made it until now.’

And she was thinking he was right. Firstly, Beomgyu seemed too concentrated on his work to even notice her, and she decided it would be just unpolite to go and bother him when he seemed so focused on the task he was handling. But the thing about these two is that they had developed a bond so deep that she swore they could feel each other’s presence in a room. And perhaps her theory was proven right tonight, as the boy she was deeply in love with suddenly straightening his back. She could see him stretching a little, relying on the back of his chair. Then, his head looked up, his eyes locking with hers instantly.

‘Well, guess it’s too late to avoid him now.’ At this point, Arlo might as well have been talking to himself since she wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening around her anymore.

The whole course of the week since the incident suddenly replayed in her head. The part when she left his flat early in the morning, after he had fell asleep on his bed, her lying next to him but starting at the ceiling, not as able as he when he let himself go to sleep. She literally ducked a corner to avoid bumping into him in the hall of the university. Her avoiding Yeonjun, too embarrassed about what happened to answer his texts asking her if they “could talk.”         She had replied to Beomgyu’s texts that she was sick, and it was maybe not a clever idea when he asked if they could hang out. She posted a story the same evening hanging with her band to make music when Gyu had asked her if “she was avoiding him because she didn’t seem too sick to hang with her bandmates.” Y/N insisted that she was sick, really, but she couldn’t get out of band practice if she didn’t want Soren to murder her. Gyu restrained himself from going to her flat and ringing the bell until they could talk it out, overthinking that maybe she just didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.

On the other side of the café, Gyu thought about what to do for a few seconds. Then, he just decided he’d wave at her awkwardly and would rethink his course of action based on her reaction. She waved back when the young woman behind the register asked what their orders were. She seemed new - the regular baristas now knowing their orders with how frequently they were coming in when on writing sessions.

‘Caffeine, and lots of it.’ Arlo said in a sigh, making the young girl giggle. The usual Arlo-charm like personality always worked. ‘One iced americano for me, and one iced latte for her, please.’

While the blonde woman was casually flirting with Arlo, who seemed to enjoy the situation, Y/N decided that she should stop this bullshit and at least properly say hello to her best friend. While she was walking towards him, she took in his appearance. Usually, Gyu wears some make up around his eyes. But not this time, as he was bare-faced – how Y/N preferred him, even though she always surprised herself at how beautiful she found him. He was wearing his large grey zipped hoodie, that had unfortunately turned to a cropped one due to a washing machine mishap. His hair was kind of disheveled – he must have passed his hands through it often, a habit of his when he was trying to concentrate on something. And lastly, she noticed the small blush that started to creep up his cheeks.

‘Hi you,’ Beomgyu jumped out as she approached his table. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I’m with Arlo!’ She nervously let out, then realizing that it was obvious she was with him since he was literally right next to the counter, under his sight. ‘Well, you can see him, what an idiot I am’ she let out a nervous giggle. ‘We’re getting some caffeine in our systems; we’re trying to finish this song that we’ve been working on for a week now and we’re kind of stuck. So, while we waited for the others to answer our plan, we came here. What are you doing here?’

While she was explaining the reason for her presence, Gyu also took his turn at checking her out. Her cheeks are still pink from the coldness outside, her head covered in his beanie and the large scarf she had decided to knit one year ago when she was in her “handcraft” era – her words, not his. She seems fidgety, toying with something hiding in her pocket.

‘Well see, while preparing for our wonderful gig coming up, I completely forgot that I had this paper to hand in like… 4 hours tops. So, I’m struggling, that’s what I’m doing.’ He answered her, accompanied by a tired smile. She looked back at her other friend, still talking to the barista, and guessed that she could pursue the conversation with Gyu.

‘Why aren’t you at your flat? It’s literally on the other side of the street.’

‘Because Soobin invited his girl, and they are being all lovey dovey and noisy and I heard them fuck and that made me angry.’ He explained, exaggerating the words “his girl,” making a shiver go through her whole body. She thought that surely, he had deliberately chosen these specific words.

‘Ah… I see…’ She took a glance at the register and saw Arlo coming back with her drink in his hands. He joined them, greeted Beomgyu rapidly, before telling Y/N they should head back. ‘You’re right,’ the young girl answered. ‘Text you later, Gyu?’

‘Sure, see ya! Have a good writing session, guys.’

‘Have a good paper writing session Gyu!’ She imitated him and gave him a sort of hug from the side, her skin buzzing at the sensation. Their eyes lingered a bit too long to be considered normal, and she finally broke the improvised starring contest before making her way outside, following her tall friend. Her phone instantly buzzed, and she looked at the notification that had appeared on the screen.

Gyu: Your song was playing while you were talking to me, haha.

            Y/N: My song? Which one?

Gyu: Dreams by The Cranberries.        

            Y/N: OMG. I love that song.

Gyu: I know, dumbass.

Gyu: it was good to see you even though it was quite short.

Gyu: I’m drowning in homework, help meeeee.

Gyu: We should hang out soon, are you free tomorrow?

Y/N: Depends on what time and if I finish this song tonight if I’m in the vibe you know.

Y/N: I’ll text you

Y/N Do you want to hear it when it’s done?

Gyu: Of course!!

When they entered Arlo’s dorms, they put their mind back into the song even though she was now quite disturbed since she had seen Beomgyu. She never knew what to think about him, even after all these years of knowing him. Things between them were always so… tense. And that tension had tripled since the ‘incident.’ She thought again of their gaze locked together and she scribbled down something on her notebook.

A knock made itself echo on Arlo’s wooden door. He got up, unlocked it, and saw Bowie, their fellow bandmate and best friend on the other side. The strawberry blonde-hair girl didn’t even waited for him to invited her to enter; she invited herself in and asked Y/N how she was and if she had seen a ghost with “that stupid look on her face.”

‘Might as well has been,’ Arlo chimed in. ‘We bumped into you know who at the café.’

‘Yeonjun?’

‘Worse. Beoms.’

‘Shit,’ she cursed out through her teeth. She was taking all her stuff out of her tote bag while asking ‘How awkward was it?’

‘A solid hundred out of ten,’ her best friend sat on the floor replied to her, nose still in her notes.

‘Oh, I’m sorry for you, girlie. Want me to beat his ass?’

‘Come on Miss Ziggy, this is a business meeting, no talking about boys until the end of the session.’ She rolled her eyes at his remark, practically sure he was going to bring up his crush at least once during their writing session.

‘What are you doing here, by the way? I thought you were supposed to be working with Ronan?’

‘He ditched me to go to his boyfriend’s recording or something.’

‘Heavy blow.’

As they worked on the lyrics all together, Bowie’s British accent kept coming out while she was analyzing the lyrics they wrote, making them laugh and mock her a little bit. Y/N felt relieved she was there. Bowie was her best friend, and she knew her like the back of her hand. She knew that if she showed she didn’t want to talk about it, Bowie wouldn’t try to bring up the incident as they called it, on every occasion possible.

‘Okay guys, it’s fun and all being a genius and helping you out, but I still have progress to make on this song with Ronnie even though he left me all alone. Song’s not going to write itself if you see what I mean. So do your thing, and I’ll do mine.’

She then proceeded to put her headphones on, and bumping her head along to whatever beat she was listening to. Her friends went back to the task at hand: writing some lyrics for this song.

‘Right so, what do you think about this: get lost in the moment, get lost with you but I can’t read your mind, when all you do is dance on the line.’

‘I see it. It fits. Let’s record this.’

The pair did this for quite a while, going back in forth between brainstorming some ideas, recording, and listening to it. At one point, Bowie being too curious, she took out of her headphones and paid attention to what the other two were doing.

‘Maybe at this point you could add something like ‘I know what you’re thinking, I can feel it, but I need you to tell me first.’

The brit girl really had more difficulties writing than the others, she thought, because she was always too self-conscious. Even though writing songs was an act of being vulnerable – you literally had to put your feelings out there, she didn’t want to pass as inferior compared to her friends and brought the ideas but never went all the way into forming it. Y/N had caught on to this fact a while back, and instead of bluntly bringing it up, she always danced around it.

‘So, you’re saying like: I know what you’re thinking, seeing on your face but just say it first?’

‘No, it doesn’t sound quite right. Wait, let me think about this for a second.’ She paused, furrowing her brows. ‘Let’s say: I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. And in the second verse, right before the thing you wrote add the thing about the face.’

Y/N smirked, knowing the trick always worked. She continued a little bit with this, making Bowie come up with some bits and pieces here and there.

The thing is Bowie kind of caught on after a while that Y/N did this to help her, and she was so appreciative of her friend. Even more so because the boys in their team seemed so clueless about it.

After three hours of working like that, midnight nearly striking on the clock, their reached a satisfying point. The verses were nearly full. The beat needed mixing, and the vocals needed proper recording, the harmonies still needed to be thought about. But they were happy about it. As per tradition, they played it a couple times, memorizing the freshly wrote lyrics, and recorded a video of them vibing to it, to send it to their bandmates and to post on their socials.

The members of Dreamline weren’t the only people to get that video that night. As Y/N promised Beomgyu, she had sent him the video of the finished first draft.

The time displayed on his laptop screen was now 00:01 am. He had hand in his paper right on time. He stared at the screen satisfied with himself, taking in all the iced coffee cups now melted surrounding him on the table. He was starting to pack his stuff up to walk back to his shared apartment, where a notification appeared on his screen.

Y/N: Here’s the song. It’s only the first draft. Let me know what you think of it!!

He unlocked his phone, opened the messages app, and looked at the miniature of the video. Bowie, Arlo and finally Y/N were all standing up, probably dancing to the song in question. He put his volume to maximum, took a deep breath, and played the video.

“Say it, say it—you do this all the time, no sense in holding back tonight. I can’t contain it, even if I tried. I get lost in the moment, get lost with you, but I can’t read your mind when all you do is dance on the line. Can’t read your mind, all I need is a sign. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. The look you’re giving me gives you away; you’ve finally found the high that you’ve been chasing, only one more choice you got to make. I need you to tell me because I can’t read your mind—all I need is a sign. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. So close to your body—can you feel it? Come and spend the night with someone new. You’re talking with your hands, but do you mean it? Baby, all you gotta do is say the word. I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, just for a second in my arms. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. Say the word.”

The more it went along, the more it made him think of last week’s incident, as he liked to call it. Was she referring to this? Of course, she hadn’t wrote the song by herself, he knew that. But it could strangely relate to every line of this song. His heart strung at the sight of her, completely lost in dancing, looking proud of herself. He wasted no time before answering her, knowing how stressful the moment you were waiting for a judgment was.

Gyu: I think I’ve just hear my new favorite song for the first time.

Gyu: it’s so good.

Gyu: did you record all the guitar lines??? It sounds so good, really.

Y/N: do you really like it??

Y/N: I recorded the verses, but the chorus is from Ronnie.

Y/N: We’re having a session with Chris next week to record it so the sound will be better!

Y/N: Having some trouble tuning my guitar once again, my chords need a change

Beomgyu knew how badly she hated changing her chords. She said she feared it might snap in her face at any given moment. And a face was hers was too pretty for guitar chords to snap, that was for sure.

Gyu: Let’s hang out and I’ll change them, I have some spares in my room somewhere.

Suddenly, the answers, who were flowing in until now, took a stop. The three little dots on the screen were moving, but no sign of her message. Then, they disappeared. Shit, he thought. He made his move too soon. He fucked up again. He still waited a few seconds before getting out of the café. But no more messages from her appeared on his phone that night. Though he still waited until the early hours of the day before finally drifting off to sleep.

[angelhyuka]

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