#beomgyu scenarious

[beom-pyu]

cologne ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ choi beomgyu

choi beomgyu x fem!reader , tags; lakeside cabin vacation funtime yay , summer , frenemies w beomgyu , annoyed reader , more friends to lovers bc why not! , some enemies to lovers? , jealous!beomgyu , nsfw , reader is in deep denial , silent pining , can't be a beom-pyu fic without fluff at the end!

warnings: smut (minors dni!) , slight frottage , thigh fucking , jealousy , subtle perv beomgyu? very subtle , beomgyu is a little possessive , cursing , needy beomgyu

( inspiration: cologne by beabadoobee!! literally has nothing to do with the song, but the vibe just reminded me of this fic so! :] )

a/n: just something cute and simple since it's almost summer!!! also, THANK YOU ALL FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!! im oh so grateful for all of you readers and your lovely comments as well as cute tags and reblogs <;3 you guys make my day!!!

wc: 4.1k+

12:01 a.m

you place the last pillow in between your bodies, humming in approval at your makeshift pillow border. you clap your hands once to get beomgyu's attention, the brunette looking up at you with exasperation from the other side of the small bed.

"okay, so the rules are very clear. don't cross this line, don't—"

"don't touch your stuff, and don't talk to you. i know. you've repeated yourself like twelve times," beomgyu finishes your interrupted speech, ending his sentence with a roll of his eyes.

your face contorts into disgust at the boy on the other side of the pillow wall, rolling your eyes back at him. "whatever. don't steal all of the blanket either." 

beomgyu's lip curls up in an equal amount of repulsion, running his annoying fingers through his annoying hair. you abruptly turn your back to him, laying down to pull the sheets up to your chin. 

it’s just your luck to be stuck with beomgyu for your friend group outing. you are now solidified in your belief that flipping a coin was the most idiotic way to pick roommates. 

how did you end up with the single bed and choi beomgyu? this has to be some type of spiritual karma. maybe you should've given up your seat on the bus for that old lady after all.

"don't tell me what to do," he mumbles as he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table next to him, settling into the covers. you have half the mind to shoot a snarky retort back at him, but you decide to be the bigger person (for once) and just go to sleep. 

this does not mean he wins though.

rule  #1 (don't cross the pillow border) seems to be the easiest rule to follow. you both sleep with your backs to each other, bodies fully separated by the plush cushions you’d stolen from the cabin’s couch. it may be the littlest bit uncomfortable, but you rather wake up with a stiff back than feel beomgyu's annoying foot touch your leg under the sheets.

a shiver racks down your spine simply at the thought.

rule #2 (don't touch your stuff) is a little harder for choi “annoying bitch” beomgyu, much to your dismay. when you get up at 3 a.m. to pee, you notice your charger plugged into beomgyu's annoying phone, your own phone sitting sadly next to it at a whopping 23%. when did he even…?

you inhale deeply to calm yourself.

now, you would’ve… should’ve chucked beomgyu's phone across the room and poured ice down the back of his shirt in retaliation to breaking your rule, but when you look down at his sleeping face, you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

beomgyu's annoyingly pink lips are slightly parted, his annoying hair all messy and flopped over his annoying forehead into his annoying eyes, and his annoying chest rises and falls deeply.

he looks peaceful. cute, even.

...

wait.

what. the. fuck?

you silently gag at yourself, shaking your head before pulling a face at the passing thought. you must really be sleep deprived if you think choi “assface” beomgyu looks cute right now. even after breaking rule #2 (don't touch your stuff)!

you shake your head, shuffling over to unplug his phone, pretending to hit him with the device before you toss it to the foot of the bed. you happily plug yours back in before carrying on with your mission to the bathroom.

by the time morning rolls around, rule #3 (don't talk to you) is beyond broken.

there is no reason, no reason at all, as to why you are awoken to beomgyu's shouts bouncing off the walls of the small cabin room. 

"SPIDER! Y/N, GET UP! THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER!"

you groan as you try to blink your eyes open to assess the situation, but the blinding sunlight through the sheer curtains of the room burns your corneas, your eyes squeezing shut again.

“just kill it then!” you whine, burying your head back into your pillow in an attempt to tune him out and fall back asleep. you couldn’t have been any dumber though—in a single beat, the warm white blanket over your body is pulled off, the cool morning air attacking your skin immediately. “what’s your fucking problem?!”

“get your ass up and kill it for me!” beomgyu’s annoying voice fills your ears, and that was your final straw, grabbing the pillow from under your head to chuck it in the direction of the noise, successfully hearing a muffled ‘oof’ in the distance. you smile in victory.

“damn, what did i do?” 

instead of hearing beomgyu’s complaints of getting hit, you’re instead met with his loud cackles. you peek an eye open to see soobin standing in the doorway with a pout on his lips and a pillow in his hands. wrong target.

“sorry, soobin! i was trying to hit that loser,” you apologize, sitting up to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you point toward beomgyu’s annoying figure. you see soobin give you a small smile, shaking his head slightly, and beomgyu frowns at the name you called him. serves him right.

after a good 5 minutes of soobin attempting to chase down the spider and get rid of it with beomgyu on his tail recording the entire interaction, you manage to drift off to sleep again, happily spreading your entire body out in the starfish position now that you have the bed all to yourself.

another few hours pass before a hand is shaking you awake.

“5 more minutes,” you grumble, turning onto your side to curl up into the fetal position, blanket still long gone.

“c’mon, y/n! get dressed—we’re going to the lake!” kai announces enthusiastically, shaking you again until you finally open your eyes, feeling a little disappointed at the fact that the voice doesn’t belong to beomgyu.

…

only because you're in the mood to argue! that’s why!

that’s totally why…

3:36 p.m

"soobin!" you shout down the trail, waving a bit as said soobin stops in his tracks, turning around to wait for you to catch up. you jog a bit to meet him, a wide smile crossing his face.

"hey y/n. you coming from the lake?" you guys fall into stride together, nodding mindlessly at his words.

"mhm. i forgot a towel.” you motion to your drenched body, and soobin hums in confirmation.

“i’m heading back too. yeonjun’s rod broke,” soobin informs you, holding up the broken fishing rod with a small, sheepish smile. you laugh a bit at the poor sight, covering your smile behind your hand.

“how did that even happen?”

and from there ensued a step-by-step breakdown of how yeonjun managed to break a pro-grade fishing rod, trailing into a bunch of other crazy stories soobin has to tell as you trek to the cabin. once you get back, your stomach hurts from laughing so much. soobin has his arm slung over your shoulders as he continues to tell the most embarrassing story of his life and you just can’t help it.

"stop laughing at me! everyone saw naruto my underwear," soobin whines, but the smile on his face gives it all away.

“maybe stop wearing jeans that are 2 sizes too small? you’re not in one direction,” you tease as you walk into the cabin, slipping off your flip-flops by the door. you hear soobin half scoff and half laugh at your comment, his hand coming to your waist faintly as to move your body so he can slip past.

you see beomgyu sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, watching you guys with narrowed eyes as he bites into an apple slowly. you feel uncomfortable with his intense gaze on you, suddenly aware of the wet bikini on your body, wrapping your arms around yourself self-consciously.

“you try finding a good pair of jeans when you’re 6’1,” soobin retorts, taking his own shoes off before looking around for the fishing supplies. you puff out a chuckle, heading over to the kitchen, you brush past beomgyu’s figure to dig in the freezer, your back fully turned to him.

“you want a popsicle, soobin?” you call over your shoulder as you pick out a strawberry one for yourself and a cherry one for soobin, already knowing his answer.

“yes, please!” he responds in a silly voice and you smile a bit at the action, turning around to make your way back over to him. your brows furrow at the sudden disappearance of beomgyu’s presence but shrug it away, making your way over to your lanky friend.

“did you want me to walk you back to the lake?” soobin asks from where his head is ducked into a closet, sounds of clanking filling the space as he digs around. you think for a moment as you lick your popsicle.

“no, you go ahead. i’m gonna shower and then help taehyun set up the grill,” you respond, soobin letting out a little noise of triumph as he finally locates the fishing rods, standing back up straight. 

“thank you,” he speaks as you pass him the popsicle, patting your head affectionately. “i’ll see you later!”

“see you!” 

and then he’s swiftly out the door, leaving you alone in the front room of the cabin. you’re reminded of your drenched body when you look down to see the puddle you’ve trailed across the hardwood floor, mentally promising to clean it up before you make your way back to your shared room.

you knock on the door before entering, just in case someone just so happens to be inside changing or something. when you receive no response, you push the door open to see beomgyu on the bed, headphones covering his ears. they don’t seem to be doing the best job though, considering the fact that you can still hear the music blasting through the speakers.

the eardrum damage must explain why he ignored your rules last night. you accidentally let out a cackle at your own inside joke, somehow gaining the attention of beomgyu who looks up at you with startled eyes. he removes his headphones to settle around his neck before the infamous lip curl appears on his face.

"you fucking scared me. why were you creeping like that?" beomgyu shoots towards you, venom in his voice. it doesn’t phase you one bit though, pursing your lips as you shrug your shoulders, licking your slowly melting popsicle as you head over to your bag on the opposite side of the bed.

"i knocked but you didn't hear cause of your loud ass music. not my fault."

you can feel beomgyu's eye roll from behind your head, but instead of receiving a retort back, he remains silent. it’s odd. choi “always has something to say” beomgyu doesn’t have a comeback ready for you? you grab your towel and stand back up to face him, cocking your head. he’s acting weird.

"why are you acting weird?" 

very classy.

beomgyu looks up from his phone screen, squinting his eyes at you. his lips are pressed together tightly, his hair messy, and in his eyes like it had been that night, your mind flashing back to his sleeping appearance.

gross. totally not cute. he’s choi beomgyu—so he’s automatically gross. he has to be.

"i'm not..." beomgyu drags out as if he’s unsure of his own statement. "i'm just tired because someone decided to make us sleep in the worst position known to man."

you give him a small glare before focusing your attention back down on your bag to grab your body wash and loofah. a beat passes as he continues.

"you seem to be having fun with soobin though."

your head lifts back up, giving him an inquisitive stare. 

“what? you can’t stand seeing me actually happy and not trying to rip my hair out like when i’m around you?” you laugh in amusement, flipping your towel over your shoulder to reduce the clutter in your hands. you could’ve missed it—you almost missed it—the way beomgyu’s eyes slightly dull at your words, nibbling on his bottom lip in thought. you try not to think of it though, walking to leave the room.

“anyways, we’re grilling at the lake in like 2 hours so don’t try to say i didn’t tell you!” and that was that as you exit, an uneasy swirling within your gut.

2:23 a.m

you sit on the edge of the bed as you plug in your phone, making sure its in the outlet on your side of the bed this time to avoid any more rule-breaking. you adjust your tank top as you stand to retrieve some more pillows. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re struggling to ignore the way beomgyu has been acting around you all day. 

little touches at the lake, playfully wiping your mouth during dinner, sharing a blanket with you as you all sat around the campfire, his head on your shoulder. maybe he really was just tired today. maybe he was so out of it that he didn’t realize how out of the norm he’s been acting.

it’s not like you hate choi “mr. annoying” beomgyu. that isn’t the case at all! you’d even go as far as to consider him your… friend. he just has a knack for pushing all your wrong buttons, evoking such guttural annoyance out of your body in a way that no one else can. it’s always been that way since the day you first met in high school.

but he’s never been like this, you think as you grab the pillows off of the floor to rebuild your pillow wall. his voice stops your movement, though, your head whipping around to see a freshly showered beomgyu—his hair is all wet and wavy, his skin smooth and golden from the summer sun. the sweatpants he’s wearing hang low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his underwear.

you swallow a bit as your eyes widen at his figure. 

only because you’re not used to seeing him in such a minuscule amount of clothes!

yeah… that’s why.

“can we go without the stupid border? my back still fucking hurts from last night,” beomgyu complains as he makes his way over to the bed, looking a little too good in the warm lighting of the bedside table’s lamp, an orange hue casting over his skin. 

you’re frozen as you watch the way his muscles move as he climbs into the bed, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. his eyes meet yours, a brow raised in question. you blink, snapping yourself out of whatever trance you were in, clearing your throat as you drop the pillows back onto the ground.

“yea, whatever. just—don’t touch me with your gross feet,” you mumble, slipping into the bed yourself. beomgyu laughs a bit at your words, reaching over to turn off the lamp. 

“just my feet, huh? so you wouldn’t care if it were my hands?” he asks, obviously joking—but you feel your stomach swoop slightly at the thought.

no! you’re just tired. it’s been a long day.

“don’t touch me at all, loser. and don’t talk to me either! starting now.” you turn your back to him, a perfect mirror of the night before as you pull the blanket up and over your body. the room is silent other than the slight creaking of the wooden bedframe as beomgyu gets comfortable. 

as much as you want to ignore his presence completely, you simply can’t. he’s too close to your body, so close that you can feel his steady breaths on your shoulder, his body heat radiating onto your exposed skin. you try to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to just sleep, but he scoots closer. and closer. and closer—until his chest is fully pressed against your back, a hand coming to rest on your hip.

your heart pounds in your ears as you take in his touch. you should be telling him to get off of you, or push him onto the floor for breaking your rule! but his hand is heavy and hot on your hip, his fingers playing with the hem of your tank top for a second before they dip underneath, splaying his hand out onto your tummy. his touch is hot and searing. your stomach flips at the sensation.

you can feel his dick chub up against your sleeping pants, his hips slowly rutting up against you. you feel heat rush to your core at the simple action, your heart stuttering a bit.

“beomgyu, what are you doing?” you whisper, voice shaky and unstable as you feel him roll his hips onto your ass. 

“please, let me break your rules just this once,” he whispers back, deep voice filling your ears, clouding up your mind. his voice is breathy and low, holding you back against him. “i need—fuck, please, i just—”

his words come out sparse as he rolls his hips against yours again. your mouth is dry, unsure if this is even real. the beomgyu you know wouldn’t even dare to be closer than 2 feet near you, and now here he is, begging in your ear.

“what do you need, beomgyu?” you mumble back, biting your lip as he ruts against you a little faster, a small broken moan leaving his lips at the friction. you’re wet—you can feel yourself dripping into your panties as his fingers press into your skin. 

“you, y/n. i need y—been wanting you all day,” he whines into your ear, his nose nudging against your shoulder. it’s all too intimate, too intense—and you hate the fact that you like the way his breath feels on the back of your neck. “can i fuck your thighs, please? please, i won’t put it in—just your thighs, please.”

you inhale, wanting to weigh out the pros and cons—but you want him just as badly. your head is nodding before you can even think and beomgyu’s lips press against your shoulder, mumbling thank yous as his hands scramble to pull down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, before pulling his dick out. you feel it twitch on your lower back and you press against him, enjoying the way his breathing picks up a little too much.

you lift your leg a bit so he can slide his heavy dick in between your thighs, his shaft nudged up against your wet pussy. you sigh at the weight, beomgyu’s hand pressing flat against your stomach to hold you in place.

“thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whimpers out as he begins thrusting quickly, going dumb at the way your cunt drips onto his length, easing the glide. you tilt your head back a bit and beomgyu’s immediately kissing up the expanse of your neck, nipping at your skin, moaning in your ear. it’s so lewd and dirty and your hand comes down to rub at your clit, moaning quietly at the relief.

beomgyu notices your movement, brushing your hand away to do the work for you, his soft fingers rubbing delicious circles on your bud as his thrusts quicken, your thighs becoming wet with a mixture of your own slick and his precome. you can’t help the quiet moans falling out of your mouth at the feeling, his fingers moving just right over your sensitive clit, the drag of his veiny dick applying the perfect amount of pressure against your entrance. 

“‘m better than soobin. so much better than him. only i can make you feel like this,” he mumbles into your skin, voice high and whiny as he thrusts against you, pressing down on your clit in a way that makes your gut tighten. you can barely process his words—something about soobin?—but you’re too lost in beomgyu’s touch, his hips stuttering against your gushing pussy.

you’re unable to control your noises as your hand grabs onto his wrist, feeling your orgasm rushing upon you quickly. beomgyu’s dick is twitching against your folds and the combination of his breathy moans and stimulation on your swollen bud is too much. your body tenses up as you cum, pleasure washing over you in waves as you whimper in beomgyu’s arms.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my cock—fuck, just like that,” beomgyu talks you through your orgasm, fingers only slowing on your clit as he cums himself. you can feel the stripes of burning cum shoot onto your thighs, his thrusts faltering as he whines, mouth hot against your skin. you lay there catching your breath, head spinning as you gradually come back to reality, beomgyu’s hand still pressed against your rising and falling stomach.

his forehead rests on your shoulder, breathing heavily for a bit before you feel delicate kisses on your skin, trailing up your neck. you lean into his touch, letting those butterflies swarm your stomach again at the little action. 

you don’t want to speak first—you don’t know what to say. after all these years of fighting with beomgyu over the pettiest things, all the tension has led up to this point. you aren’t sure how to feel… but you think you kind of like it.

and maybe you kind of like choi “annoying loser” beomgyu as well.

you feel beomgyu slide out from in between your legs, moving over to the other side of the bed in silence. you feel a little disappointed at the disappearance of his touch.

“i’m gonna go get a towel, okay?” beomgyu speaks softly as he moves to stand, pulling his pants back up. his face is flushed and the tips of his ears are bright red, a shy smile on his face. 

“okay,” you respond quietly with a small smile of your own, acknowledging the way your stomach flips at the sight of him. what the hell are you going to do now?

it doesn’t take long for beomgyu to return with a wet rag, climbing over the sheets to clean you up. his brows are furrowed as he focuses on his task, and you cover your face in embarrassment at the closeness of it all—with his body in between your legs, gently wiping up the mess he made. you pull your hands away as his movements stop, helping you get dressed again. 

his gaze on you is heavy and you try not to meet his eyes, face hot and flustered as the entire situation fully dawns on you. he’s having none of it though, hovering over your body to turn your head so your gaze locks onto his eyes, his blown-out pupils a little too sparkly, making your heart flutter a little too much.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly—gently as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod in response. you want to shrink under his inquisitive stare, but there’s nowhere to run as you’re fully caged in by his body. 

you see the way his eyes flutter down to your lips for a quick second before they’re glued onto your eyes again. “please don’t tell me you regret that because i don’t. not at all.”

he sounds desperate, pitiful almost, and you reach up to brush the strands of hair out of his face with a small smile. because you don’t regret it either.

“remember that no talking to me rule?” you start, seeing the way beomgyu’s lips pout in disappointment, unsure of where you’re going with this. “how about you kiss me instead?”

beomgyu doesn’t give you a second to breathe before his lips crash onto yours roughly, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for years.

and oh fuck... maybe he has.

you sigh into the kiss, reaching to the back of his neck to bring him closer to you, his body lowering onto yours. his lips are incredibly soft, his weight comforting on top of your body. his hand comes to hold your cheek gently, thumb swiping over your skin. it’s everything and more—it’s something you didn’t even know you had been waiting for.

when he pulls away from you, it’s slow and gentle. beomgyu leans down to press a few more quick kisses onto your lips, a tiny smile settling onto his face as he rolls over to the other side of the bed, pulling you into his arms. you melt into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso.

“i swear to god though, gyu. your feet better not touch me,” you mumble into his chest, feeling his body rumble with laughter.

“rules are made to be broken, baby,” beomgyu speaks before his still-very-annoying foot touches yours under the sheets. you squeal in shock at his cold skin, but laughter quickly overtakes any annoyance that was bound to wind up in you.

you’ll let it slide. just this once.

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PAIRING ▸ Choi Yeonjun x reader

SUMMARY ▸ On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting. And with that second, first meeting came the idea to strike a deal - a mutual agreement to help both parties out favorably, till the end of summer. Luckily, or unluckily, it just so happens that the summer doesn't last forever.

GENRE ▸ strangers to lovers, highschool au, fake dating au, suggestive scenes, includes kissing, jock Yeonjun, kinda nerdy (?) reader (they're friends with Soobin and Beomgyu if that helps), fluff with angst, includes underage drinking and swearing.

PLAYLIST ▸ High School in Jakarta by NIKI, I Like Me Better by Lauv, Bubble Gum by NewJeans, Ghosting by TXT, Ditto by NewJeans, small town by Clara Benin.

WC ▸ 12.9K words

A/N ▸ She's finally here 😭🥹 I'm quite proud of this one guys. It's loosely based off my own high school relationship (which unfortunately, didn't end as great as this fic did). It's also my first time writing such a long story, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, and please do let me know how you guys felt about it. Love you!!

PART OF THE ANTHOLOGY SERIES

The world as you know it is ending. There’s meteors and asteroids crashing down, balls of fire and smoke rapidly descending on your world. The world you’d built since middle school. 

Not the world as we know it, of course. No, the world with its 8 billion population and sprawling cities and countries wasn’t coming to an end - but it was your world, with its own islands and own niches coming down to debris rapidly. 

Your world meant the things you did - it meant how you stayed up all night on school nights to play Minecraft with Soobin and Beomgyu, your two closest friends since childhood. It means the music you listened to. Usually that included whatever preppy tune that used to overtake the charts. The One Direction boys’ perfect harmonies were all the rage of 2014. Justin Bieber had the hearts of young girls by the fist. But that was middle school. That was 2014, which ended a few months ago. 2015 was the incoming year of the new batch of freshmen in their town’s high school. 2015, and there’s new artists and new bands and new games. It’s 2015 and the world you crafted with wide-eyed dreams and glitter pens is over, and the swooping lurch of reality hits you square in the chest just as the summer heat settles over everyone. 

The First Summer - summer before freshman year 

“Soobin, can you pay attention maybe? Fucking hell.” Beomgyu’s loud usually. Beomgyu’s louder when irritated however. And today he decided to be loud, irritated and angry, and the unnecessary screaming match between Soobin and Beomgyu was just the strike of the match of patience you had needed. “Enough!” Seriously, if you’re gonna fight this much, just beat each other up! I’d rather have you both in battle than this silly screaming match.” Your voice is shrill and the annoyance is heavy. Yet, it does nothing to affect the pair. Instead, all they did was give short laughs. “You can’t shout at us like that you '', the pouty eyes and whining tone of Beomgyu softened you up immediately, and you grinned back with a retaliation ready. “Beomgyu, let Soobin text his sweetheart next door, or else he’ll wilt like a plant deprived of sunlight.” The statement leaves the both of you in a fit of giggles the moment the entire sentence left your lips, and left Soobin to be the pouting one this time. “What do you both even know? To be in love with someone?”, the dramatics were oozing off Soobin, the sore subject of his very strong feeling for his next door neighbor making him more susceptible to teasing from you and Beomgyu. “And what do you know? You haven’t confessed either!”, accusatory, as you told him. It would be wonderful, absolutely delightful for Soobin to pull up his big boy pants and finally ask the other girl out. Not only because they’d make a delightful couple, but also because maybe he’d shut up about the qualms of unrequited (which honestly was quite requited if he just stopped being so blind) love. 

“How’s the existential crisis popping along, you? Are we still the lamest duo you could hang out with that will kill your nonexistent street cred?”. Chucking a throw pillow at the boy, you sighed, the dramatics being your concern now. “You guys don’t get it, do you? This is highschool. The real deal. The next four years of people’s cherished memories.” “You want to peak in highschool badly, don’t you?” “Shut up Soobin!”

They wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t get how highschool mattered to you. How being 15, then 17, then 18 happens only once in life. You’re young in love as a teenager once, and you’re living life on the cusp only one. Romanticizing highschool was a silly cliche, and you were by no means a daydreaming romantic (Eh, maybe sometimes). But living, to experience, to feel, to love, meant something to you. It meant something to the little girl who watched those romcoms in the darkness of her room on a blue light screen. Watching how wonderful guys fell in love with wonderful girls. Watching how the boy loved the girl regardless of status quo. High School was a lake and you were a small pebble ready to skim its surface with accuracy and precision. 

“Are you Machiavelli or something? Stop making that scheming face, seriously. It’s giving me the creeps I’ll be honest. This just resulted in another pillow to the face.

The summer heat, a slow wave of buzzing energy that rolled over the entire town, made most of its residents lethargic. But lethargy wasn’t an option for 15 year olds, especially 15 year olds in the Y/L/N household. Several nags and a good scolding from your mother had you working at the convenience store two blocks down. A job that you were certain of, might just be the first of its kind in the way it could kill the employee of boredom. “At least you get the AC. And us!”. Huening Kai was an absolutely wonderful person. Honestly, there was no way to say anything negative according to you, which made Taehyun roll his eyes often. The two boys would frequent the store often. The first day because Kai was craving an ice pop to battle the heat. But once the pair had seen you prettily working the register all by your lonesome, and the boys not having anything interesting to while away their time with, began to visit you on your shifts, eating the almost expired stock and chitchatting. 

Even from the corny sentence Kai had just said, you could only bring herself to frown, but not get annoyed at the sunshine boy. The summer reinvention was in full swing. Calling it a reinvention made you uncomfortable sometimes. It was just a few tweaks right? It’s not like you were going to lose yourself completely.  A harmless fine-tuning of the machinery, shinier gears and fancier covering.

Convenient store afternoons were idyll - no customers, and usually no Kai and Taehyun, who’d take the most deep afternoon naps they could take. Today, however, they’d decided to forego the naps, and they hung around the back, to analyze which candy was the best for the summer. 

You're sitting at the till, bright light shining right through the spotless plexiglass, hair gently swooping over your face, illuminating the strands. There’s a slight breeze from the droning AC that cools whatever sweat was beading your forehead. A lazy afternoon, light and airy, with the low hanging summer making the world around simmer like a boiling pot. It was this afternoon, that the bell tinkled as the convenience store’s door opened, the sound jingling faintly over the sound of buzzing cicadas and grasshoppers. It was this afternoon, uneventful like the rest, until it wasn’t - that you looked up to meet the eyes of Choi Yeonjun. 

“Any ice cream?”, the older boy asked, eyes shining like two pebbles under a clear lake on a summer’s day. Breaking out of your stupor, you just nodded, a bit frantic considering how you were caught in such an awkward way. Brushing whatever hair that had surrounded your face, you got up with a slight metallic screech of the chair you sat at, stumbling to where the freezer was. Opening up the box, you gestured to an assortment of cold treats that were laid out for the customers. Humming to himself, Yeonjun just scanned the ice creams, then shifted his eyes to you. You, who was already staring at his sharp side profile, the way the sunlight seemed to poke out from the sharp bridge of his nose to the way his lips seemed more plump than they were with the way he was chewing at them. Making eye contact with him, he simply asked with a slight smirk, “What do you suggest?”. “Huh?”, you asked dumbly, not catching his question with the way you were busy ogling the older boy. “Which flavor do you like?”, “Oh! Personally, I’d say you can never go wrong with chocolate. The chocolate chip choco cones are wonderful for this season. But if you need something to beat the heat, a lime popsicle would be the best.” “You seem to have a PhD in ice cream.”, the boy teased, as he eyed the way your cheeks grew warmer and your pupils widening slightly at his jest. “Oh sorry if that was too much! Um yeah, I guess th-that’s my suggestion.”, hurriedly avoiding his eyes and going back to gesturing at ice creams. A pale veiny hand reached into the ice box to pick out two ice creams - a choco chip cone and a lime-berry popsicle. Slightly waving the two at you with a smile, he proceeded to strut up to the counter, head turned back at you as he said with a voice that made your heart constrict and release butterflies, “ Why not both then? Can’t go wrong with recommendations from the master, can I?”. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was quite obvious now. You were absolutely enamored by Choi Yeonjun. Hurrying up to the counter and reciting his bill, he paid the money and a bit extra with a wink, for the “pretty cashier at the register who has a thesis on sweet treats.”. And just as easily he’d appeared, with a flirtatious smile and charm to knock any girl off her feet, Yeonjun was gone from the store, with ice cream and quite possibly your senses and bearings. “TweedleDee and TweedleDum, you can come out now. I can see the tops of your head. I can also feel your annoying presence”, you groaned as a sheepish Hueningkai and Taehyun appeared, both clamoring about how they didn't “mean to eavesdrop” and how “they were leaving the back store room when they say the interaction between you and Yeonjun take place.” But honestly, that wasn’t your biggest concern right now. The two kids were harmless, anyways. What concerned you was how the image of those dazzling eyes wouldn’t leave your head. How smooth his voice was when he spoke to you. For someone ready to break out of the daydream land you found yourself in, Choi Yeonjun was insistent to keep you under. And for him, maybe going breathless was worth it. 

The Second Summer - summer before junior year

It’s 2018 and it’s the end of your life. Well, to be fair, your life has been “ending” since freshman year, and your two friends have been watching you become the one who cried wolf every single time. “You don’t get it Soob,” with the cellphone perched on your shoulder, “I don’t know how you and Beomgyu aren’t freaking the hell out right now.” Soobin lets out a disinterested hum, deciding to conference Beomgyu in, because why would he be the sole victim to this torture? Sitting down on the bed with a force and a breath of indignation leaving your lips, you just continue your rant. “Soobin and Beomgyu. This is the year it gets real. College prep. Entrance exams. Volunteering and extracurriculars. Don’t you get it? At least Rin gets it. Rin’s with me-” “And that must suck for you, Soobin” a teasing Beomgyu interrupted, while Soobin stayed wordless, probably sulking behind the phone, too pouty to retaliate. This sudden remembrance made you laugh, and joining in on the fun, you said, “Yeah Soobs, how have you still not gotten the balls to ask her out?”, but you regretted the words that came out of your mouth, immediately anticipating what was coming and what's next. And just as you predicted, Soobin launched off on his monologue, “Crushing on Yeonjun isn’t a problem then huh? What about that? You’ve spent a year and half pining for the most wanted guy in the school, Y/N? Isn’t that funny?”, all the words spilling out in a single breath of a sentence. “Alright Soobin, I’ll lay off your case if you lay off mine. Besides, it’s easier to target Beomgyu, no?”. And with that the bickering went off again, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

A lot has changed since that summer in freshman year, with the chance encounter with Yeonjun. For one, you stopped working there the moment summer ended, which disheartened you slightly considering you would see less of Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun, the two boys you’d grown quite fond of in this short span of time. But the missing soon expired the moment the duo entered highschool themselves in your sophomore year, growing slightly closer to your friend group despite the year’s gap in age. They were the new addition along with Rin, Soobin’s neighbor and longtime crush, to your lunch table. A moment in time where SAT scores and classes, crushes and heartbreaks ceased to exist, and it was just your friends and you, suspended in an emulsion of feelings of friendship, and youth. 

Another thing that had changed since that summer was you yourself. Though your reinvention didn’t go the way you had planned - you still had matured. The crybaby 14 year old had grown into someone who knew how to stand up for themselves. The same person who’d spend nights crying because of mismatched schedules was moving up the academic ladder. 

And reappearing on that same lunch table on the first day of sophomore year, and then sticking it out till the end of the academic swing, with a whole new set of expectations crammed into binders and assignments, and the promise of new memories to make, was your friend group and you - a couple of kids ready to take on the world. Hand in hand, laughter shared and fondness obvious, it was going to be a good summer. You could feel it, in the jokes Beomgyu shared and the shrieking laugh Kai let out without fail. Grinning along to their antics, your eyes scanned the lunchroom.

One thing hadn’t changed with the seasons, and that was your fascination with the school’s IT boy, Choi Yeonjun. A wonderful enigma - athletic, kind and good looks all combining to create the most perfect gentleman you in your years of living had had the chance of meeting. He sat at the table diagonal to yours, and with a piercing heart did you remember that with all the changes, Yeonjun changed too - in the sense that he’d gotten a girlfriend. A girlfriend whom he adored, which was obvious to anyone with two eyes. 16 nearing 17years old and a heartthrob with a heart of gold himself, it was written clear as day in the leaflets of destiny, that Choi Yeonjun would be someone who would make a mile-wide crater of an impact on people’s lives. And as your eyes moved away from where Yeonjun sat with an arm slung around his girlfriend, the disappointment was quite evident in them, that you found yourself locking eyes with Rin, who held a look of pity. Shaking your head and offering a smile that said, “No worries”, you shifted your attention back to your friends. 

Choi Yeonjun may be at a school lunch table less than a foot away from you. But anyone who had lived through the apocalyptic land of highschool could tell that in reality, he was miles away. 

And this summer, he would be light years away - no longer a friendly customer at a convenience store where you no longer worked, but rather a fading memory of a golden summer’s afternoon, where you could for the first time, feel sparks lighting up inside your eyeballs when they looked into his. The first time your heart would do somersaults to be in his presence. The first crush. Your first crush, the golden boy. 

Being in the middle of the food chain of status quo meant having its own advantages and disadvantages. And a certain disadvantage was that sure, you were moderately more liked then the people above you, and you weren’t picked on nor where you shunned into isolation. But it meant that a very mediocre position came with a mediocre life. Your friend group wasn’t the type to be firstly favored to be invited to parties and blowouts with the older kids like some of your peers were. And frankly, your friends weren’t the type to be dying for those coveted invitations either. They were the ones who’d rather watch the Scream movies in order despite the fact that the entire group, minus Taehyun, were deathly afraid of horror movies. And honestly, you were all content with that - to make bad predictions to the endings and have Taehyun poke fun at the way you all fell for the jumpscares every single time.

But to reach to maybe even the periphery of Yeonjun’s area meant having to put yourself out there, just a little bit. And the time was no better than now, when Miyawaki Sakura, the foreign exchange junior you had the opportunity to help out when she first arrived in the beginning of the year, invited you to a blowout on the last day of the school party being held at her place. The lovely Japanese girl, who’d been meek and as quiet as a mouse had blossomed just like the flower her name signified, and grown out of her shell to be one of the rather popular girls in not only her year, but the entire school. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, but also possessed the kindest of hearts - evident in the way that even after her rise to popularity, she hadn't forgotten the helpful sophomore who had shown her the ropes around school. 

Scoring the invite wasn’t an issue but rather convincing your homebody, introverted friends to tag along was - Taeyhyun and Kai were already on their ways to their respective family homes, so it was between Rin, Soobin and Beomgyu and if luck would have it, all three. 

“Guys please. We always have some other time to do these things - Rin I promise you, I’ll sit and finish the lego set with you myself. Soobin, Gyu - be so serious right now. You’re missing the hottest party of the year to watch freaking anime? Guys please!”. The whining and pleading and pouting along with shining up big puppy-dog eyes at all of them was all you had in your arsenal. “Y/N.” A single, serious utter of your name has you shooting another helpless look Soobin, putting quite possibly all your charm into this one. “We’ll go. Shut the hell up now.”

Jumping up from where you were sat on the floor of his bedroom, you shot off to where he and Beomgyu were on the couch, browsing through streaming services for new animes, to engulf him a bone-crushing hug that had him releasing his own expletives and swears, begging to be released, but chuckling along, nonetheless. Pulling Rin along with you, with a complaint from Soobin and Beomgyu about where the two of you were going off without them, giving a loud laugh, you just called out - “It’s a party, we have to dress up!”

Rin was humming along to whatever pop music had begun auto-playing as the playlist you both had put together for the process had exhausted itself, and it was something neither of you paid mind to, too busy concentrating on fixing eyeliner wings and choosing the right accessories to match your outfits. It wasn’t that you and Rin weren’t friends - no it was great having a girl in the group to help you handle Beomgyu and Soobin’s antics. But it was rather that Rin was the closest to Soobin, which had made conversation stall a bit. Yet the silence was friendly and not awkward at all. A few more beats and a song later, Rin off-handedly mentioned something that had you freezing in your spot. “Now that Yeonjun’s single, it won’t hurt to make your move Y/N.” “Yeonjun single, since when?” you asked perplexed. “But they were sitting together at that table just last week?”. “That’s the thing, Y/N. Right on that very day, Yunha and Yeonjun unexpectedly broke up. There’s no news on why, or how. But many speculate from what they saw that Yeonjun was the one who cut it right off, the one who initiated it.”

Your mind was spinning. A perfect guy and a not-so-perfect girl. What could’ve gone wrong with them? What made them fall apart like that? And so much so - it wasn’t that you were one of those people who would see him as an object on the market again. No, he was fresh off a relationship he recently broke off - and it surely would leave a stain on any person’s life. So many questions and so many feelings, and the nagging reminder of your own crush on Yeonjun felt like an anchor inside you, pulling at your heartstrings in a way that made them creak the most bittersweet tune. A boy you’d loved from afar, was now slightly closer in the binoculars you viewed him with. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still distances away. 

“I don’t think so Rin”, came your thought-out reply. “Freshly broken up with? I don’t stand a chance. Not to mention that it’s not only me, but half the school that likes him”. Looking up to where Rin sat snickering, you pointedly asked her, “What?”. Halting her laughter, she just said with a warm twinkle in her eye, half turned towards you, pulling a hair brush through her locks. “The school may have a crush on Yeonjun, but you, Y/N, are head over heels.”

And this was something that weighed heavily on your mind all the way to the party, crammed in Soobin’s mini SUV which he borrowed from his parents for the night after incessant begging and pleading. Rin had a point, you thought, when you glanced at her from where she sat up front next to Soobin, the two lost in their own lovesick bubble. You really were head over heels of Yeonjun, and it had you tripping on your feet and falling more often than not. Pulling up the street crammed with several other cars, the bass reverberating through a specific house on the cul-de-sac lined curb made it obvious what the destination was. Finally managing to tightly squeeze the car into a spot far down, the four of you made your way down to the house, now emitting different sorts of LED lights and boosting party hits, with a hand wrapped around Beomgyu’s, both of you stuck in your own conversation that was continuing from the car. 

Standing at the door were two heavy-set boys, part of the school football team - Seo Changbin and Lee Chan, both coincidentally being Yeonjun’s closest friends. The fourth of their little musketeer squad was Jung Wooyoung, the wild spirit of a boy, filled with spunk and charisma, was probably inside the house, tearing up whatever makeshift dance floor the party provided. Nodding slightly in recognition at you, no doubt already informed about your invite by Sakura, Changbin just shot you a charming grin, accented with the obvious amounts of copious liquor he’d already downed before your arrival, and said, “You know Y/N, I’m not going to lie, I always thought you were too pipsqueak to come to one of these”. He’d given a look to Chan to man the doors himself for a while, and an unspoken second agreement between the both you couldn’t quite decipher. “Well, I couldn’t turn down Sakura at all”, you laughed sheepishly, flanked by Soobin’s lanky frame who was clutching on to Rin, and Beomgyu next to Changbin, all of you crossing the threshold to the zone of booze, loud music and people ready to share some skin. Changbin seemed insistent to talk to you, for some reason, as he continued, “Whatever magic Kkura played on you, I’m glad it worked, because you’re here.”, he beamed with a confident sort of happiness. “O-oh, me too.”, blinking at the sudden confession. “I’m glad I’m here too. This is Yeonjun’s house, is it?”, you cringed slightly at yourself. Of course it was, everyone knew this was his party. Barking a short laugh, he said, “Yeah, of course. Resident party boy couldn’t help himself on the first day of summer.” You had no idea where Changbin was leading you to, but judging from the way you guys were walking towards an ajar patio door, you figured he wanted you in the backyard to hear you better over the music, where the number of partygoers were much less. Why he wanted to hear you at all, was still a mystery. 

With all the questions and slightly flirty lines being thrown at you from Changbin, you’d managed to completely ignore how you’d lost your friends in the crowd, how Soobin’s comforting presence was not near you, or how you couldn’t hear Beomgyu’s raucous laughter anymore. Finally breathing in the fresh gale of air as you guys stepped on to the wooden flooring of his back porch, it seemed Changbin’s agenda was made clearer - the way he cupped the curve of your cheek, staring deeply into your eyes. And it made you brake in your steps, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Y/N. You’re cute. I’m cute. Cuter, maybe”, he giggled with a wink, as the thought that he might be quite tipsy had already washed over you. “Let’s get out of here?”, he said, beckoning towards the back gate of the house. And you, were absolutely fucking frozen. Here was an attractive boy asking you out, and all your stupid mind could think of was how badly you wished this was Yeonjun, and not his friend. And maybe you wished too hard, because from right behind the waiting figure of Changbin seemed to materialize Choi Yeonjun, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, smiling lightly as he met your eyes. The sharpness of his nose and the way his eyes seemed to crinkle around its corners. God damnit. Even in the worst of your moments, you seemed to be absolutely haunted by this six feet tall soccer player. 

“Hey, convenience store. Is this guy bothering you?”. Your mouth was open, but it seemed that no words would be coming out anytime soon. Glaring at his friend for icing his game, which just hardened when Yeonjun put an arm around his friend’s plentiful bicep, he just ushered Changbin away from you, still smiling at you as he explained, “He’s quite drunk right now. I’m glad you didn’t answer him anything, I’m surprised this dumbass can even stand on his own two feet, with the way he was pre-gaming before. Again, my bad, uh- what’s your name again? Can’t keep calling you convenience store now, can I?”

Here was Choi Yeonjun, talking to you about more than just ice cream flavors and homework. Here was Choi Yeonjun, helping you from making a dumb move with a drunk guy. Here was Choi Yeonjun, awaiting your response while you continued standing there mum. 

“U-uh yeah! It’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. I worked at the convenience store, yes. But I stopped working there now!”

There was some odd spirit cursing you, for sure. If there was a god of embarrassment, he seemed to have taken a liking to you. 

It seemed that Changbin, who was now reeling from the alcohol in his system, hunched over, ready to hurl, which seemed to distract Yeonjun from your nervous rambling. Hauling his friend over to the side of the patio, he entered with a Changbin hanging limply on his side. Looking back to where you still stood, he just smiled and asked, “You planning to help me out here?”

The floor of the bathroom where Changbin was sitting, curved into the toilet bowl, spilling his guts out was cold. Cold enough to make you and Yeonjun move to the baby blue ceramic tile bathtub, knees pulled into your chest while Yeonjun’s long ones were draped over the rim of the tub. Honestly, your jitters are much less now. The nerves had already made you almost forget what a disaster the first meeting with Yeonjun was, and it seemed he paid no mind to it either. “So Y/N, how do you know Kkura?”. And thus began a short and simple conversation with Choi Yeonjun in a baby blue bathtub, while his friend hurled in the toilet next to you both. 

“I don’t know how to do it.” The conversation was streaming steadily like a river, and the topic started digging deeper. Yeonjun asked about highschool, and how it was going for you - your plans for the summer and then junior year, the same way you asked him and how he felt about his last year in school. “What do you mean?”. “I wish I had a guidebook, you know? To tell me what sorts of things I should do, how to be someone in highschool who makes memories. Who lives. I’ve been trying ever since that last summer of middle school, and I’m still coming up short.” This just made Yeonjun let out a few giggles in amusement, which had you snapping your neck, shocked how he found your problems so funny. Shoving him lightly with your shoulder, you laughed too. “It’s not funny! I’m serious. Everyone except me knows what to do!” “Including me?” asked Yeonjun, head tilted towards you slightly in curiosity now. “Well..” and the look he gave you spurred you on. “You’re the Choi Yeonjun. You’re popular, smart, funny and talented.” “I know”, a lazy grin that had you clenching your fist in response to the butterflies. “So you get it right? You know the ropes.” This had Yeonjun’s smile faltering a bit, as his gaze dropped down to the floor. “If I knew Y/N, I’d know why I’m never enough for my girlfriend.” But as sudden as that confession was, he seemed to return to his original state. And you didn’t like that one bit. Sliding up a bit closer to him, you offered a token of friendship. “Wanna tell me about it? Sounds like you need a listener, and that’s something I’m good at.”

“Well, for starters, the rumor going around that I dumped her is false. It was the other way around. I would say it’s not that the relationship was running smoothly, but I guess I was holding on to that bit of whatever we had, floating a piece of driftwood. Splintering me, but I was holding on. She let go, I guess.”

You’re not sure what it is about you that has him baring open his soul so vulnerable only to you, but you’re glad. Because you saw the boy as more than just a shimmering silhouette in the distance now. He was much more up close, and much more beautiful.

On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting.

The Second Summer - June

The days after the party at Yeonjun’s - where after you both had let each other read each other’s stories like open books on display, he’d walked you home due to “his extremely generous and chivalrous nature” (his words, not yours.), you’d been caught yourself far too many times revisiting that night in your head, replaying the smiles and the laughs, the banters and the jokes. You had something else too. Something that your friends were unaware of. Sure, you’d told them about your escapade with Yeonjun and why you were so absent at the party, which had led to hours of teasing from both Soobin and Beomgyu, with Soobin, roping Rin on to the antics kept making smooching noises at you, and Beomgyu, in the most Beomgyu-esque fashion ever would loudly and immaturely sing “Y/N and Yeonjun sitting on a tree” on the top of his lungs. But something you had yet to reveal to them, mainly because your patience would give out if you had to hear more taunts from them. But in your phone, locked away in your contacts, Yeonjun’s number.

“Lemme get your number, tubs”, he’d said with cheek as he called you that nickname he’d decided on the spot and a tongue poking out cutely from his lip, as he thrust his phone into your hands, still strolling along with one hand in the pocket of his black baggy jeans and the other brushing your own, sending sparks shooting right down your knuckles. Typing the digits in, he smoothly pulled your own phone out of your purse that he was carrying upon his insistence, and entered his own number, no doubt saving it under some sort of stupid name. “Why am I Tubs?”, you asked curiously. “Because I just had the best conversation of my life in a tub with you, tubs. Can’t let someone like you fade away now, can I?”. The street was lined with harsh white lamps, and little moths fluttering around the buzzing lamp made shadows dance around on the pavement. “So would you actually use a highschool guide if you got one?”, “Yeah, why not? A Popularity 101 or Escape High School for Dummies might be nice.” Humming, he seemed to be contemplating something, that you had to nudge him out of with an inquisitive look. “Nothing, nothing”, he said, shaking his head reassuringly. “Just something I thought of. Something that might help the both of us out.” “What do you mean?”, you asked him. “I’ll tell you about it. I’ll text you.” And just as elusively he’d entered your life, he left you on the front of your doorstep, with a promising smile and an electricity that wouldn’t leave your palms. 

The nickname had left a blush warming your cheeks that you hoped he hadn’t noticed. And when his contact lit up your phone screen, it was the same blush making its appearance on your face again. 

[Yawnzzn] 11:32 AM: meet me at the convenience store, tubs. kinda wanna talk to you ab smth

While the text’s ominous nature did leave you a bit nervous, the excitement of seeing him again, as a friend, as someone he wanted to hang out with by his own volition, overshadowed it. You knew it had to do something to do with what he’d referenced that fateful night. And skipping down the avenue, past the winding streets of the suburbs lined with trees and their apple green leaves, you made it to the convenience store on the corner, where Yeonjun stood staring into the ground, head bent, wearing a new pair of washed up baggy denims, a white form fitting shirt and a red-and-black cap turned backwards on his shaggy mop of black head, that seemed to highlight the brown undertone in the sun. Spotting your appearance from the sound of footsteps, he smiled and beckoned you into the store where you followed him, settling down on the outdoor seating arrangement shaded by the roof of the store. The sweat was starting to bead on the back of your neck which you tried your best to ignore. Focusing on the boy in front of you, meeting his twinkling gaze just set off an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. 

“Alright, before I say what I have to say, promise me you won’t be weirded out, okay? And I swear it only sounds as complicated.” He seemed nervous, and slightly uncomfortable about what exactly he was asking, which just made your fingers twitch slightly in anticipation. Anxiously biting your lip, you just nodded for him to continue, mustering up the best reassuring slight smile you could manage. “What if I taught you how to master highschool? And in return, could you pretend to be my fake girlfriend?”.

You blinked at him once. Then again. Honestly, you were awaiting that burst of ebullient laughter from him, where he’d then say how he was joking. Why would I date you Tubs? I’m not mad, he’d say. But none of that came. Instead there was still a patient Yeonjun eagerly awaiting your response. Sputtering in confusion and disbelief, you just asked him, “What? Why? Why do you need a fake girlfriend? Why do you want me to be the fake girlfriend?”. Giggling at your discombobulated state, he just waved his hand in the air in a gesture to relax. “Look. I’ve thought long and hard about this. You need a High School for Dummies, and I want to, well, show Yunha that I can be the boyfriend she needs me to be, you know? When she sees what a good boyfriend I can be with you, she might want me back!”. His radiant smile of excitement was throwing shadows over the cracks in your heart. Of course, he wanted her. Perfect, wonderful, Yunha. This would be severely, severely bad for your heart.

“I’ll do it.”

Recounting this debacle was shaping up to be exactly the kind of drama you were expecting from Soobin,Beomgyu and Rin. “You’re not serious. She’s not serious guys.” Rin was still in the denial stage of the process your friends were going through - with Soobin on anger and Beomgyu on grief, clutching your plushie on your bed and looking at you with sorrowful eyes as if you’d kidnapped his dog in front of him or something. Soobin’s mouth seemed to fly at miles a minute, berating you for how badly this would obviously end.

“Maybe this will help me, Soobin! To finally get over him! Clearly staying away just made me yearn more.” This just had Soobin turning more red. 

The both of you had drawn up unspoken rules about this of course - that the agreement would continue until the goal was met. Hopefully, it will happen by the end of this summer itself, Yeonjun had added. There was, of course, an agreement of mutual platonic feelings from both parties. Strike one in the deal.

You didn’t like doing things that your friends disapproved of, who despite their silliness and playfulness, were still your best friends. But God, did holding hands with Yeonjun as he led you through the colorful lights, bustling stalls and zooming rides of the carnival feel good. His hand was encasing yours and tugging your fingers, which had your own heartstrings cinching with each pulling movement. There was a wide smile on your face as he sped towards the stall selling animal headbands, insisting that you both needed matching ones. 

“You know, Yeonjun. If you’re secretly a furry or something, you can tell me. It’s okay, I won’t judge. I mean I will, but you know”, you said in faux sympathy while patting his shoulder jokingly, which had him adorably pouting at you. “Shut up, don’t you want to know what makes me so cool? These headbands do. Chicks and dudes alike dig my childlike whimsy.” He said proudly, which just had you raising an eyebrow at you. Stubbornly placing the matching fox ears on you, he pulled his cellphone out while explaining - “Okay, so step one. Kiss my cheek in this photo so that I can upload it to my story.” Kissing Yeonjun (albeit on the cheek) was like tasting heaven to you. Surely your heart would give out, if you even got closer to him. Kiss on the cheek?

“Come on, quickly! I wanna get a corndog after this”, he said signaling at the dimple on his cheek. Breaking out of your stupor, you hesitantly pushed your lips on to the soft flesh of his cheek, as he titled his more towards you, making your lips plant firmly against his dimple. Your mind was raging as the brightness around you, and his body warmth made your head spin. The sound of the shutter of a camera from his phone seemed to push you off your rollercoaster thoughts,moving quickly away. “Nicely done, Tubs.” he praised, examining the picture and wasting no time to post it. The sudden ding on your phone made you check the device, seeing the same picture being sent to you. “Set it as your wallpaper. Gotta make the gimmick more believable.”, he added nonchalantly. Nodding, you did as he told, until he said in an afterthought, “Plus, I look sexy as hell in that picture.” Scoffing at his confidence, you jokingly said, “And what makes you think I wanna stare at your face every time I open my phone?” “No rebuttals on the sexy part I see”, he winked at you. 

If your chances at surviving this date with an intact heart weren’t already horribly low, Choi Yeonjun was hell-bent on leaving you an absolute goner by the end of the date. 

The second date commenced equally as smoothly, with you taking the initiative this time by taking him to a pottery studio which doubled as a cafe - painting each other small trinkets to keep to remember the good friendship you were both fostering. And as you both opened up more to each other, you found yourself regretting what you’d said to Soobin. Because if anything, being close to Yeonjun just had you spiraling more into this lovestruck rabbit-hole. And you had to dig yourself out, fast.

One of those moments where clarity hit you about digging out, you’d decided to meet up with a fellow classmate of yours - Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin was a family friend of yours and you both had been quite close in your childhood years. Your mothers were best friends, who honestly wanted their kids to end up together. But they also didn’t want to force any unwanted romance on you both as children, which is why they’d left the matter alone all together. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, it didn’t. 

Your mothers shared such a deep friendship that they even had their own anniversary - the day they first became friends. And along the years, it turned into quite a wholesome celebration for them, celebrating their friendship together. And this anniversary was coming up soon, which is why when Hyunjin had texted you, asking if you wanted to help in throwing a little surprise party for the both of them, you’d eagerly jumped at the opportunity, ready to do anything to distract you from the boy you were so hopeless for. 

Pushing the grocery cart around as Hyunjin mindlessly added to things that might be required for the party, you both idly chatted, catching up with each other’s lives. Hyunjin was a quite good looking guy, and had all the girls in your class breaking their necks to get a good look at his prince-like beauty. Maybe you would’ve been one of those girls currently, if a different guy didn’t have your head up in the clouds. 

“And what’s up with you and Yeonjun? Don’t play with me and tell me, ‘cuz I saw that story of his? Does the shy Y/L/N finally have a man? The most fine, coveted man in school, even?”, he said, his cute dumpling smile and nudging making you blush slightly. “Well, we’ve been hanging out and stuff, I guess? He’s a good guy.”, you said bashfully. Hyunjin opened his mouth to say something but froze midair. Looking forward to seeing what had halted Hyunjin, you made eye contact with Yeonjun’s warm caramel brown ones. 

“Hi Y/N”, he said with a slight edge to his voice, eyeing you and Hyunjin suspiciously as he did. With a clipped voice, he also threw in a “Hey Hwang”, out of whatever courtesy he could find within the unexplainable pit in his stomach and the slight anger clouding his vision as he kept staring at how Hyunjin had an arm loosely wrapped around your shoulder while he was teasing you. He didn’t like that hand. At all. And he needed it off of you, immediately. 

“Hyune, take the items up to the cashier, please? I’ll be with you in a moment”, you requested, gulping as he left your side understandingly, leaving only you and Yeonjun standing in the fresh produce aisle. “Tubs, looks like you don’t need my help getting cool at all, if Hwang is the kind of guy you hang out with.”, he said light-heartedly, even though he felt nothing of the sort currently. Seeing you with another guy had put him off so much, so suddenly that it had him reeling. But, of course anyone wouldn’t be mad if their fake girlfriend was with someone else, right? Even if the word ‘fake’ gave him a bitter taste in his throat?

“Hyunjin is my family friend! His mom and my mom are best friends, you see. And we’re throwing them a little party, you see.”, you explained, suddenly feeling shy in his gaze, intense and burning right into you. His eyes seemed to soften at this, and he nodded. Feeling this odd urge to add more, you hastily spit out, “Do you want to come?”. The invitation was out of the blue and frankly had you feeling stupid. Who the hell would want to come to this? “You bet. I’ll be there in my finest suit and everything”, he added jokingly. “What time?” “Huh?” “What time is it starting?” “You actually want to come?”. “‘Course I do. Gotta impress my in-laws, right?”, he said cheekily. 

“You’re burning up, Y/N-ie!” Hyunjin later said, as he felt your skin as he had gone to poke your cheek. “Was it something in the store?”. Seeing how frozen you were, he slyly put two and two together and asked, “Or was it someone?” 

There were some streamers put up in the living room, and some balloons blown up by both your dads, who’d also become great pals because of their wives. You and Hyunjin were setting up the table, when the doorbell rang. “That can’t be them already?” you asked perplexed. “No, their spa appointment only ends at 6PM, I checked thoroughly”, said Hyunjin’s dad. Moving towards the door, confused about who it could be, you opened the door to find Yeonjun, casually dressed and clutching two small bouquets. “I’m not early, am I?”

When your moms arrived, your mother was pleasantly surprised to find you chatting happily with a boy who was not Hyunjin or any of your friends. Noticing the knowing twinkle in her eyes as you introduced her to Yeonjun, you silently promised her an explanation as you both moved around the room to where Hyunjin was, as your dad beckoned the parents over to the living room while letting the youngsters socialize on their own. With the three of you moving towards the backyard while cracking jokes, you could feel the one-sided tension between the both melting away, which made you glad. Settling down on the lawn chairs on the yard, the three of you streamed through various topics to talk about, with Yeonjun and Hyunjin bonding over their mutual interest in dancing. “I didn’t know you danced.” you’d voiced a bit quietly to him as Hyunjin went to his house just next door to get some beers for the three of you. You hadn’t drank before, so you were planning to sit this one out and let Yeonjun and Hyunjin get tipsy. “Yeah, it’s just been something I’ve always wanted to do. And my teacher before sophomore year reckoned I’d be good too.” “Why’d you stop?”, you asked him. “It was interfering with soccer practice. And soccer gets me into college - dance doesn’t.”. He seemed a bit shut off about the topic, and sensing how this was a sore spot for him, you didn’t press for much. “Well, there’s a life outside college. A life where you could do both - and maybe more dancing like you want.” you offered him in reassurance, which seemed to spark an interest in his eyes. Looking gratefully at you, this look on his face seemed different this time, like there was something deeper simmering beneath the cool guy smack he’d always give you. Your hand which was quite close to his own, hanging limply across the handles of the chair, suddenly was encased in warmth, with his own palm giving yours a grateful squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. I’d like to show you one day, perhaps.”

And indeed, there was something cooking underneath that aloofness of his, because for the first time, he wished that he could show you his dance skills as his girlfriend, and not just a platonic agreement of the season. 

“Beer wench has arrived!” exclaimed Hyunjin, as he set down three bottles of Beer Lite on the wooden table in front of you. “Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I’m ready to get cracking. Now Yeonjunnie, did you know that when Y/N was 11 she-""Shut up Hyunjin! You swore you wouldn’t talk about that!”. 

Hyunjin and his parents had departed as the evening neared its close, and the sky was black with dark maroon clouds spread out shielding the glimmering stars. Yeonjun had insisted on helping clean up for the party, claiming it was the least he could do as a guest. He was helping your dad clean up stray paper plates and napkins, until you showed him the way up to your room to get a garbage bag to dispose of the waste. His lanky body was right before you as you both bounded up the stairs, and opening up the door, a sudden realization hit you - Yeonjun was going to see your room. Your kind of messy, lame, postered up room. He was already two strides in when you were frozen up, terrified for the teasing onslaught that was bound to begin anytime soon. “No way, you listen to HONEY too? I freaking love that band.”

This was odd. No teasing. No making fun of your weird posters or your figurines and stuffed toys. Only a very heavy compliment on your music taste. Whistling long as he eyed the rest of your room, he seemed to giggle at the obscene number of plushies on your bed, which you took offense to. “It’s our year of the lord 2018 and you’re gonna make fun of plushies on the bed? Really, Yeonjun?”, you told him off with feigned disappointment as he laughed at this, chuckling while shaking his head. “Not making fun, just admiring.” His speech was only slightly slurred, indicating that he was only barely on the cusp of tipsy and sober. Moving towards your closet to bring out a garbage bag, he ambled up to stand right behind you, his arm resting against the wooden frame of the wardrobe as you ruffled around till you found what you were looking for. “Alright! Let’s go then”, spinning around only to bump your nose slightly against his hard chest. This caught you off guard, breath catching in your throat as you stabilized yourself by lightly holding on to his forearm. “Yeonjun?” you asked unsurely as your eyes hesitantly looked up to his pupils blown wide as he stared at you in an entirely different way. Like you were the only person he wanted to look at for the rest of his life. His lips were tantalizingly plump and pink, like easy to grab, low hanging fruit, the smell of cranberries and beer wafting on to your face gently in the most tempting way possible. Inhaling sharply, you saw how his vision flitted between features of your face, as if he was memorizing every curve, every mole and every lash. Eyes blown wide as saucers, you could only stand in bated breath, expecting nothing and everything at the same time. His lips were scanning your lips, and you swore your legs would give out right then and there, from the way he licked his own lips while eyeing yours. 

A call from downstairs seemed to separate you two like similar poles of a magnet, coughing slightly and silently going downstairs, garbage bag in your hand. There was a soft smile on both of your faces as you handed him the bag, going to join your mom in washing the dishes. Your currently flustered state was all the explanation your mom needed about who Yeonjun was to you in your life.

You and Yeonjun ambled by the door just killing time, neither of you wanting to say goodbye. But he knew it was time to go. Standing on your front porch, he offered the last sucker-punch of feelings to your gut as he said, “You know what, Tubs? I still don’t think you need my help. I think you’re the coolest person I know.”

The night when you laid in your bed, an hour after bidding him goodbye, you found yourself staring at the HONEY poster and smiling like a lovesick fool. This summer, you swore, was going to be beautiful.

The Second Summer - July

If you smile at your phone any longer, you’re afraid the shape would be etched on to your face forever, and everyone would know you as the lovestruck idiot who can’t stop smiling. At Least that’s what Soobin says, and obviously he’s never wrong. But even you had to admit, the rate at which you and Yeonjun had spent every waking moment together, including digitally over text messages, was just abysmal. Something seemed to have shifted in him ever since that encounter in your room, and it seemed like he’s exploded with affection. Almost everyone in your school knew that the both of you were in a relationship. A fake one, a snide voice in your head reminded you. That’s what this was for, anyways. A way for him to show Yunha how perfect he was. He wanted to be perfect for Yunha, and you were just practice. But the dark thoughts seemed to evaporate from your mind as another text message from Yeonjun lit up your phone, the wallpaper - the photo of the carnival - just making you more giddy. He’d invited you to your new date/hangout (you weren’t sure which word to settle on during this convoluted situation), a movie night at his place, after you’d relentlessly teased him for not knowing some of the most famous rom-coms. He’d apparently already watched Princess Diaries, which was a shock to you at first, until you found out it was only because his friend Chan had insisted that it was pure cinema, which it was. So tonight, you’d decided to make him watch the second installment of the series, a superior romance with just the right amounts of tension and tropes. He was picking up snacks from the supermarket while he was messaging you, asking you your preferences, the thoughtfulness melting your heart. Your leg was bouncing up and down in excitement as you laid on your bed, ready as ever for the night. 

At 7PM sharp, you had made your way to his house, rapping sharply at the door. He’d confirmed previously that the house was going to be empty save for his younger sister, since his parents had already jetted off for an anniversary couples vacation, leaving their two children in charge of the house. Fully expecting Yeonjun to open the door, you were surprised to find a smaller girl standing at the door with unblinking owlish eyes. From the similar fox-like features to the jet black hair, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that this was Yeonjun’s younger sister, Yena. She seemed to smile, metal braces glinting under the yellow porch light as she welcomed you in. His sister, who was due to start freshman year herself this fall in the same school as you both, seemed to spend no time in starting to talk to you, treating you like a friend she’d known for a long time. “You’re her, right?”, she seemed to ask mid-ramble, “You're Y/N. God that idiot can’t ever shut up about you! Of course, I see why considering how gorgeous you are, but please, some of us are sick of hearing about how much you like spending time with her!”, her voice growing louder and angled towards the staircase you both stood at the bottom of, clearly as a dig towards Yeonjun. His loud footsteps ran down the flight of the stairs, hair damp as if he’s just hopped out of the shower and bangs flopping against his forehead, clad in gray sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. “Yena, don’t you have idols to ogle at on your iPad like a middle schooler?”, he asked with a huff of annoyance towards his sister, who just promptly stuck her tongue out at him, and walked away, not without giving you a teasing wink before she did. Clearly, this targeted teasing seemed to run in the Choi family genes. 

“We’ll watch the movie in my room, so that the little parasite doesn’t bother us”, he explained as he grabbed your hand to pull you up, almost like it was natural to him. A faint “I heard that!”from Yena in the living room made you chuckle wholeheartedly, loving their sibling dynamic. The sound of your laugh seemed to liven up Yeonjun even more, who could feel the warmth in your hand in his igniting a spark in his heart. So much for pre-made plans of how things go. It is the first time, he thought to himself, that someone’s made me feel this way. And I like it.

Settling down on his queen sized bed, the navy blue duvet and bed covers complimented with gray pillows surprised you, because to be honest, you were expecting some sort of Pokemon bed covers. Which earned you a frustrated and angry sound from Yeonjun, who in his annoyance often behaved exactly like a toddler. Endearing. 

Pressing on the button on the remote, he settled down comfortably right beside you, elbows touching yours as a bowl of popcorn mix was precariously balanced on both of your thighs, his body heat making you feel like a furnace. 

It got worse as the movie continued. Every minuscule move he made, every tiny shift or brush of him against you had you writhing in your head, having to restrain yourself from just imagining. Imagining what it would be like if you were both a regular couple having a regular date night, with your head on his chest, just above his beating heart. He would run his fingers through your hair that would probably soothe the next ten years worth of worries in your life. He could cup your chin and just dip down, giving you a taste of what it was like to be kissed by the magnificent boy. But that beating heart you fantasized of listening to, was currently beating for Kim Yunha. 

You’d never had your first kiss. You frankly saw no big deal of it, and you didn’t want to share a meaningless kiss with some boy who’s name you’d probably forget in twenty years during those eighth grade spin the bottle games at birthday parties. You didn’t know what your first kiss would feel like. If it would be the sparks and fireworks, the bubbles of champagne kind, or the comfortable one, like the breeze that enters through your window at night. Like home. The kiss you currently craved, you guessed, would taste as sweet as candy.

“Hey, hey she did the foot pop when she kissed him! That’s what she wanted in her first movie right!” Yeonjun exclaimed, deeply interested in the movie while you dealt with the dilemma in your mind. He added on, “Oh man, a foot pop kiss would be fun. Different to the kisses I’ve had. Have you had any of those, Tubs?”. His questions seemed to fly over your head, until he asked again, inquisitive eyes looking at you, the dialogue a dimmed background in how close he was. Gulping, you didn’t really feel shame or embarrassment as you told Yeonjun about your lack of experience (read:none) in that department. It was Yeonjun, of course. You couldn’t find anyone else to admit this kind of information to. 

Yeonjun doesn’t know why he’s said it; it flew out of his mouth faster than he could register. But all he did know is that he did want to kiss you. To give you your first kiss. A foot-popping, rom-com, magical kiss. You deserved it. He wanted it. 

“Wanna kiss me?”

His voice has a low timbre to it when he asks this.

There’s an ocean ringing in your ears in the midst of your raging emotions - confusion, shock, and above all, glee. To be kissed by Choi Yeonjun, was like plucking a star from the sky and handing it to you. 

Your neck moves almost mechanically in a single nod. And then his lips are on yours. 

There’s colors yet darkness behind your eyelids that flutter close. Your lips are moving softly and shyly against his, which are gentle yet firm. Like he wants this as bad as you. Like tasting you wasn’t a chore, but a reward. 

You think Yeonjun tastes like popcorn and excitement. He thinks you taste exactly like summer.

The Second Summer - August

The windows in the car are slightly fogging up, and beating heat outside isn’t quite helping. The heavy and quick breaths, the faintest moans of pleasure, from the bitten lips to the few scattered hickeys on your neck, as his lips, as unrelenting as ever, kept devouring your mouth would make anyone feel shy enough to look away. His eyes are slightly dimmed and he looks up through his eyelashes at you from where he’s nibbling on your collarbone, which sends a searing flame down your spine and making you whine a sound barely audible to anyone who wasn’t in the kind of proximity to you that Yeonjun was in. The whine just got more loud as you complained when he pulled away from his ministrations as the sound of his phone dinging from messages from the rest of the Three Stooges which was his friend group - all of them asking how long exactly would he take to go on a simple beer run for the party they’re holding tonight at Wooyoung’s place. Shushing your complaints with a sweet peck on your swollen lips, he said, “Sorry Tubs, but these guys won’t leave me alone unless I get their alcohol. ‘Swear they’re like impatient babies about this stuff.” Starting the car as you got out, he held your wrist just as you were about to close the door, tugging as he asked, “I’ll see you at the party, right?”, eyes gleaming with hope. Smiling, you reassured him with a simple yes, and walked over to the short distance to your house, where the rest of your friends had already gathered, waiting in your bedroom. Already bracing yourself, you opened the door to find Beomgyu funnily gasping and shouting about the marks and your messed up hair, with Rin high fiving you and Soobin, while pretending to be a mad dad at you, just hugged you with a smile that had broken through. “You know Y/N-ie, not even Olympic athletes are this dedicated to reaching the goal like you did. I’m proud of you kid.” “What’s up with all this ‘kid’ stuff, old man?” you asked him laughing as you plopped down on the beanbag next to Rin who was sorting through your wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit for you to wear to the party, which would be your first public, public appearance with Yeonjun.

If you weren’t going to lie, you were quite nervous. Yunha was supposed to be at this party too. And Yeonjun and you hadn’t talked about the ‘deal’ you both had made, the one which would end with him being with Yunha again, at all since that kiss in his room. The rest of the days since then had since been blurred into kiss-filled memories highlighted with more dates and more memories with him. With not a single mention of what happened before, or what would happen later. If this was the only way you could have Yeonjun, in an unspoken way, the self-destructive, addicted part of you was okay with that. But all good things did come to an end. You had spoken to Beomgyu about your predicament, who had been nothing but a patient and attentive listener to you, despite the boy’s regular nature. He offered you some advice - the kind that you knew was so realistic that only Beomgyu could offer it. 

“Confront him about it at the party tonight. Perhaps being this publicly out with you might make him remember your contract too. Then you guys could come to a conclusion, hopefully a good one.”

You’re fidgeting with your fingers on the way to the party, non-verbal and staring out the window in Soobin’s car as the three of them sensed you needed your space, left you alone. Tonight was an important night. 

Jung Wooyoung’s house was no joke. A sprawling mansion with five private jacuzzis, countless bedrooms and more space than required, the party teeming across the entire property seemed to be in full swing when you all arrived. A text alert on your phone from Yeonjun made you look away from the sheer grandness of the house,

[Yawnzzn] 10:26 PM: come meet me at the jacuzzi marked number 3. it’s the one behind the fountain 🙂

Fountain? Jacuzzi? God, was Wooyoung rich. The number of amenities had your head spinning, and it was almost like deja vu, the way you found yourself separated from your friends again at a party. Fortunately enough, this time you’d told them about the message and about meeting Yeonjun. Beomgyu had given an extra reassuring look when you left, silently cheering you on for what you were planning to do tonight. Pushing past sweaty bodies and handsy couples, drunk teenagers and passed out bodies on the floor, you tried to find your way to the location that Yeonjun had messaged. The enormity of the house didn’t make it easy, and honestly you were getting quite dizzy from all the overstimulation around you. But you had to find him first. 

Finally spotting a cluster of palm leaves and an artificial water fountain, made of polished rocks and lighting from below making the water look ethereal, you ambled your way there, pushing past the leaves to get behind the fountain to where Yeonjun said the jacuzzi was. Making it past the rocks, you saw the jacuzzi, where your boy sat with his feet in the glowing blue water, the shadows of the water rippling across his face. There was your beautiful boy, sitting right next to Kim Yunha. 

You didn’t know what to say. Or do. He was looking at her the way you swore he looked at you, with all that hope and all that endearment in his face. Then his face fell, with a tinge of visible anger clustering in his furrowed eyebrows, when you heard the words in her voice, “So what, you gonna extend your contract with your pathetic little fake-girl? Or are you just man up and come back to me?” There seemed to be some sort of satisfaction in the smirk Kim Yunha wore, amplifying when she looked right at you, gleaming with some sort of vengeance. As soon as she did, Yeonjun did too, with a look of utter bewilderment and helplessness. Sort of like how you felt. 

It was like piercing a knife right through you, hot and searing which led to the same kind of tears running right down your face. The look you wore had something inexplicably sharp poking Yeonjun deeply in the chest. He was trying to get around the wet floor, trying to reach you, screaming something. 

But you didn’t hear anything. It was like there was that ocean in your ears again, raging violently this time. Your breath was quickening like falling sand. You didn’t know what to think right now. The summer was supposed to end, and this was the end of your summer, and fuck, he got what he wanted, didn’t he? And left you with nothing. You didn’t know what to do, so you did the only thing you could do, and you ran. 

The Second Summer - Yeonjun’s Summer

If you had asked Yeonjun how his summer was going, he would just say one thing. “This summer, I fell in love.”

74 missed calls have accumulated in your phone over the past three days, where you’ve laid just rotting in your bed. Your eyes are probably still puffy from the way that when you think the tears have ended, they begin again. Rin spent the night over the first night, after hearing your broken recount of the events that had happened to the best of your abilities, amongst the gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop and the horrible ache in your heart that just wouldn’t stop. The second night, it was Beomgyu, accompanied by Taehyun and Kai, who had come back from visiting their family and been filled in by the rest of the gang on the current happenings. Beomgyu seemed quite angry at himself, after all he was the one who had suggested that you seek out Yeonjun at the party. But when you limply just grabbed his hand while tears streamed down your face noiselessly, the three boys just gathered around you in a circle, encasing you and trying their best to shield you from pain; even though the pain was deep inside you, like a hurtful wrench determined to dig right into you. 

Soobin was here on the third night, declining all the calls from the boy who broke your heart, who seemed to be relentless in his attempts. He had gotten what he had wanted, didn’t he? He got his precious girlfriend back, and was he stupid enough to expect the both of you would continue to be friends? “I don’t get why he called me there if she was going to be there as well”. Your voice is as frail as a dying leaf in winter, thin like paper and watery that had Soobin himself tearing up for his friend. 

You did have quite a lot of unanswered questions that would remain a mystery to you, you guessed. Did everything really mean nothing to you? Was I the only one calling it everything? Do you miss me? I miss you. I miss you a lot even though I shouldn’t. I miss you all the time. I hate you. I miss you. 

Another buzzing call on your phone had you break out of your headspace. “Soob”, you began in a watery voice, “I’m gonna go shower. Maybe get rid of this stench and sadness on me. You go home and get some rest, okay?””But-” “Trust me.” He understood that this was something you needed, and giving you one last hug, he walked out, leaving you alone in the room where you first felt Yeonjun. 

He’s been driving around aimlessly for the past three days. Ever since that night, he’s been sleeping in his car, which had gathered protests from the rest of his friends. But he couldn’t stomach going into his room, where he’d kissed you for the first time. He was haunted now, by the most beautiful ghost. A ghost whom he’d hurt. 

He has been cursing out Kim Yunha in his mind continuously, but not as much as he’d been cursing himself. When she’d overheard the conversation he was having with Changbin, Wooyoung and Chan about how he was ready to cut the contract-deal bullshit between you both, to finally put an end to the Yunha business, and finally ask you to be his as much as he already was yours, he should’ve taken some action. He shouldn’t have fallen for her innocent act, where she pretended to be actually interested in hearing about you. He should’ve cut her off immediately, and then run to you and kissed you long and hard.

But he didn’t. He didn’t and now you were hurt because of him and he couldn’t find you at all. There seemed to be no activity about you. You hadn’t blocked him, but you didn’t pick up his calls. His texts were still going through, but left on delivered. He was lost, and you were the only one who could compass him back to shore. 

He doesn’t know when to pin-point to the moment being the moment when he realized that he’d fallen hard and fast for you. Every date with you made him crave your presence more. Funny jokes seem funnier when he hears your laugh. Movies were more entertaining only when you were sitting next to him, pressed up to him so that he could smell your shampoo and hold your hand, the pads of his fingers tracing every crease on your palm. Or maybe it was when you became the first person to take an interest in the real him - the Yeonjun who liked dancing and animal ears and popcorn and ice creams from the convenience store. Maybe he was a goner the moment he sat in that bathtub at the party with you. Losing an anchor like you meant he was back to being adrift at sea.

It’s the 4th day of being on no-contact with Yeonjun. Since that fateful day where your heart had been shattered to pieces. You’re back at the convenience store you’d worked that summer, on some sort of heritage tour of the moments you had before you were crushed. You walked on over to the ice cream box, chuckling sadly when you noticed the exact ice cream you’d recommended him still being there. You weren’t sure how or when you’d stop remembering him in the small things. But in some deep, deep part of you, you wanted to remember him. You wanted to remember how high you felt around him. 

“Y/N.”

It's like the temperature in the store drops significantly when he says your name. You’re refusing to turn around, shoulder seized up and taut. He’s here, he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Y/N, please.” He doesn’t want to get too close to you just yet. He wants to give you the space you need. But fuck, if he just didn’t feel the largest wave of relief in his chest when he spotted you entering the convenience store. 

“Y/N, Tubs. Please. Just hear me out. Please? I promise you it’s not what it looked like.”

He sounds so utterly desperate and broken that it makes your heart ache enough to make you turn around, making you gasp at his disheveled appearance.

There’s dark eye bags under his eyes which have lost any spark they held before. Despite the brightness of the sun outside, he seemed to look almost gray in color. Like life was sucked right out of him. His concerning appearance had you shuffling hesitantly towards him, which he was ever-so welcoming to. Opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as began explaining everything. 

You’re both seated outside that store again, where that godforsaken deal began. He seems much lighter now, and much better. His hand is inches from yours, and hesitating to close the gap. The moment is so tender, so precious, that even one wrong move has him fearing that you’d leave, and he’d be broken again. “Is the deal over then?”, you ask him, which has his eyes widening. “Fuck the deal, baby. I’m so sorry that it even was a thing. I like you, Y/N Y/L/N. I might even just be in love with you, and I’m mad enough about you to admit it. You’re like breathing to me, Y/N.”

He’s here again, and he’s so, so beautiful again. This time, it’s you closing the gap between your hands, his palm bringing back fond memories to your mind. “Well, Yeonjun, I hope the deal is over. I’d like to declare it over, because I would prefer it a lot more if you became my real boyfriend, instead of my fake one.”

It’s the summer before junior year and you’re only sixteen, but you swear that this is love. You may not know much, but you’re sure. Reaching here might’ve been hell, like fighting modern Sparta. But you wouldn’t have ended it any differently, with you and him and a summer in a convenience store, eating ice pops and sharing frozen kisses. 

Bonus: The first fall

You’re standing in front of your locker. The first day of school jitters were significantly lesser compared to your previous years. Picking up the singular post-it that had seemed to have found itself in your locker, you turned it around to find Yeonjun’s scrawling handwriting saying only one thing. I love you. And just as you grinned from the message, the boy in question wrapped his arms around your torso, planting a sweet kiss on the right side of your neck, and then deeply inhaling your scent, which made you laugh happily. “Cool people write post-its by the way. That should also be a tip you should consider for your highschool journey.” “Of course, my cool boyfriend. I’ll definitely keep in mind that post-its are for cool people.” If Yeonjun was a star, you were his star charter. You’d still have to get through the battleground of high school. But doing it with Yeonjun just made the whole journey much sweeter, didn’t it?

“Just for the record, I still don’t like him.” ”Shut up Soobin!”.

[thetxtdevil]

The Haunted House

~Chapter 1~

Ghost Beomgyu x You x Ghost Taehyun

summary: You move into a very obvious haunted house, but you're not running away since the house is cheap and you're not afraid of any ghosts. Only afraid of talking to them.

content: introduction, paranormal themes, human fem.reader, beomgyu and taehyun are implied but not truly introduced

word count: 1.6k

Chapter: 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> ...

Dark cloudy skies loom over the old wood of the house before you. You could’ve sworn that creaking sounds came from the house almost tipping over. It was an original Victorian-style mansion not considered a mansion in these modern days but still big for you to live alone. The brick exterior made the building look taller than it was, with steep roofs that pointed sharp making birds awry to conjure about it. Its intense atmosphere however had some fun characteristics with rotted-away gold trimming, faded colors of stained glass windows, and the wooden porch steps indented in the middle as a sign of once frequent use. 

There was no doubt that this place was haunted. The place even contrasted with the neighbors’ bright green grass lawns and summer-colored houses. Never been on the market for its history, but of course, you had to blab your mouth to the real estate agent and say that you don’t have a lot to offer and you come from a long line of spirit mediums. The agent put two and two together and now you’re here, taking your first step the wood crumbles underneath your feet. Looking up in disgust at the agent the woman laughs and continues to show you around.

The front door creaks open revealing an even darker interior, coated with dust each step you take leaves a trail of footprints not to mention the suspicious footprints you see already made going into another room. Heading into the family room the space was cozy, your eye caught the grand fireplace walking towards it to take a better look. You imagine the crackling sounds of the fire and the warmth hitting your face. Looking up on the mantle the only decorations left in the house seemed to be two framed pictures of young men. Inquisitively picking up one photo surprised by the stark blond adorned on his dark hair, quite unusual at his time.

“This house does need a lot of fixing but it's been taking up a valuable lot so we would give you extra money to help renovate if you take it”

Putting the picture back on the mantle, you chuckle “So you’ll pay me if I move into this house.”

The lady nods, fear consuming her aura, eyes watering, eyebrows tilted, you can tell she wants to make a deal right away so she can leave the place. You lean your head up breathing in the dust almost reminding you of the scent of pages of a book. You continue to look around at the beauty that hides behind the vacancy. Going back to the two pictures of the men you suddenly feel an unexplainable warmth blanket you.

“I’ll buy the house.”

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You come from a long line of spirit mediums but your body and mind have yet given in to the gift of speaking to ghosts. Maybe your mother was wrong and you didn’t have the power or perhaps you secretly didn’t want to have any connections with the dead. You became tired of the constant tarot card readings depicting you as the fool, your mother constantly saying it’s telling you to embrace the tradition but you ignore it. Not making a life as a medium you went another route of becoming a nurse in the ICU. You’re still surrounded by death but at least you can cheat it and not have to see what comes after the heart monitor stops.

You have become accustomed to brushing sounds for the past few weeks. It was taking a lot of your time trying to scrub years of dust off the cracks and crevices of the house. The first thing to do is fix the porch stairs you broke through and the rest of the porch wood. Calling builders who were experts in renovating such things you divert your attention to other matters the molded torn wallpaper. The leftover burgundy wallpaper was faded, and some parts drooped down showing off a dirty cream wall. Tearing away the paper a domino effect happens, you jump at the sudden movements of all the wall coverings being torn down. Walls cleaned and primed you open a can of emerald green paint, dipping your roller brush, and you start covering the panels.

“Wow, do you need help?” a worker from the porch says. You look at him with disgust, you just started painting why would he judge so soon? Bending down to absorb more paint into the brush you straighten your posture to notice the walls already covered with the vern color. You spin around seeing the whole house was already poorly painted. Walking closer to an area of the wall that hasn’t been touched you study the way the paint has finger-like swipes running through the yet-to-dry pigment. Your head starts to feel heated a warmth consumes you making your vision falter, a green handprint materializes before you slowly streak down. Your mouth dry you decide to walk away, thinking the toxic fumes are already killing most of your brain cells.

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The Victorian house was restored to its former glory, it was less daunting than before but you kept its darker aesthetic to match the peculiar nature. The musky scent of mature wood was long gone and now had a fresh new car smell mixed with your vanilla candle enveloping the entire estate. The walls were cluttered with pictures, shelves as little trinkets, and cozy furniture that made the house seem a little smaller than it was. All is well except for one thing, you constantly have to vacuum up dust bunnies that trail around the house. Another thing that you have yet to renovate is a locked portion of the house. You would think the realtor would give you the key but that wasn’t the case. The dusted footprint trails to this mysterious room all the time, you were not excited to see how overgrown it looked behind the closed doors.

Rummaging through each closet, drawer, and corner of the house to find the key. A glimmer shines in your eye when you walk past the entertainment room. The wooden floors were sturdy and creaked every so often but the shine came from one tiny hole in a floorboard. Kneeling, you curl your finger in the hole opening the floor and there you see a key. Eyes widen in victory once you move your hand to grab it a sudden chill rushes through you the wood falls and slams on your hand. “OW” you hiss grabbing your hand and rubbing the pain away, “you really don’t want me to get in there do you?”

You were talking to yourself and the key, but after thinking over the unexpected motion of the woodboard you might be talking to someone else. Quickly reaching for the key, your suspicions came true when you watched the panel lift to drop down where your hand would have been. Someone doesn’t want you to go through the locked doors. Contemplating the consequences that might occur when you do go through those doors, you stare at the key in your hand the metal feels weird against your palm. One second the item felt warm and heavy pushing your hand down and another second the metal turned cold and light. 

You made up your mind, this is your house and you’re going to see everything you own. Snatching the key so the sensations stop, you get up to walk toward the double doors. The closer you get faint wispy sounds evolve into whispers however the conversation isn’t quiet it seems like an argument between two people that you couldn’t hear clearly. The voices stop when you push the key into the keyhole. The doors went flying open revealing an extraordinary library, walking in and spinning around to see the walls filled with books you felt like the beauty who was shown the beast’s castle library with high ceilings to fit the many bookshelves that shined from the tall windows. The curtains were outdated and probably held a family or two of spiders, and the books seemed in good condition compared to everything else in the room as if they were constantly opened and read. Turning around once more to see another fireplace in the house and above it a big painting of the two men from the mantle of the living room’s fireplace. As you walked closer, you couldn’t help but feel like their brown eyes were following you. Strangely alluded to the men, their beauty seemed more advanced almost touchable. How you would love to talk to them, play with the long strands of hair on the taller one, slice your finger against the other’s sharp jawline.

As your arm extends to touch the delicate colors of the painting a big smack awakens you. Looking around to find the cause of the sound you see an open book on the floor. Forgetting the two men’s painting you walk over to pick up the novel. Getting closer to the open page you’re hesitant at the illustration that is shown before you the book was a guide to tarot readings. The page shows Nine of Swords, from your memory of the meaning someone wants you to fear them, you felt sick instantly getting anxious as to what is to come. Looking back at the big painting you see the two men were gone, a painting of deep reds and black. An unexplainable gust of wind strikes you like a cold sharp dagger into your gut sweeping you off your feet.

You lay there unconscious shivering with closed eyes hiding your fears.

-> Chapter 2

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

[itgirlgyu]

fallen over, choi beomgyu.

🥥 ﹒ ! (＞人＜;)ᶻz ﹒★ beomgyu x fem!reader.

ꜝ ওফ্ফো  ! WC1072. ₍synopsis: during a sunny evening, whilst running away from your daily existential crisis you understand the importance of exercise. and,

sort of acquaint yourself with a charming fellow with kind of slippery fingers, and the prettiest face you've ever seen.

✫ this is dedicated to my best friend @itz-yerin i hope you like it baby!!!

"Don't mind me guys," you choked out despite trying your best to conceal the fact that your lungs were desperate for a steady source of air going in and out consistently, and letting you know that the lifestyle you had chosen for yourself all this while might be the case of being eaten alive if a zombie apocalypse did end up occurring in the near future.

"Go ahead," you were too focused on making sure your nostrils weren't flaring more than usual than speaking in coherent sentences, "Go!"

Your best friend, albeit initially confused but upon noticing and analysing the hunched over cycle posture and the sweat dripping off your body like a waterfall, had taken her befuddled, and slightly concerned boyfriend for a lap, or four while found a nearby bench to sit down to recollect your breath and think over how to expand your lifespan by a few more years.

Battling the urge to completely abandon the cycle onto the street, you lugged it with you as you crawled to the section with the grass, and collapsed beside the fallen torture device. The exhaustion gradually evaporates off your body like dewdrops under the scorching gaze of sunshine in the mornings of june, as a stealthy serenity sneaks in amidst the chaos of your surroundings, transforming all the clamour into a state of halcyon white noise.

You closed your eyes, allowing the gentle breeze to graze your heated cheeks, adorning you with the fragrances of all the florals it has been carrying. The sunshine played hide and seek with the clouds, drawing an array of inane shapes on your face like a toddler, tickling you with its sparkling mischief.

It felt good; it felt fine, despite the concerns that had kept you awake all night. It felt like you were alive in the moment and that's all that mattered. The blades of grass prickling your back, the June sun showering you with its rays and clouds coming to your aid. The warm gust of wind consoling you as well as the slight droplets of ice cold rain—ice cold rain?

You opened your eyes to uncover the mystery behind the whiplash of the capricious weather but to further push into a frenzy of perplexity, the clear blue yonder mocked you as it boasted an expanse devoid of any dark clouds—but the fog cleared up, and the reason behind the sudden downpour was someone's passionate participation in a topic you couldn't quite over hear. The sugary droplet falling off your cheek, and onto the green blades, only to be replaced with a few more similar ones when the conversation took another swift swerve increasing the ferocity of the words coming out of your assailant's mouth—so fast you were even a lip reader would have to suffer.

A few droplets were already a hassle as they dried off on your cheeks leaving a very sticky residue, but you had to seriously draw the line when the entirety of the popsicle slipped from his fingers and hit you right on your face. Before you could even process the piece of ice that was stuck on your face, you heard the man gasp, followed by another gasp from the person he was arguing with, both of them rushing over to make sure you don't sue—except the other one ran to another direction for some reason.

You should be sitting up by now and giving them an earful and but for some reasons, you couldn't—one of the major one being the fact the twenty minutes you actually enjoyed cycling, and the other half an hour you forced yourself to continue transforming itself into a bothersome back pain, and secondly it was quite amusing your main assailant's slightly long shag hair moving up and down from this angle. Removing the popsicle from your cheek, you tried to sit yourself up.

"Are you okay?!" You attacker crouched down to meet you at your current height. His concerned laced eyes analysed your face before fumbling with his jeans pocket to get his handkerchief out, offering it to you, "I am so sorry for this."

You touched your cheek before accepting the handkerchief to dab it onto your cheek softly putting on a show for him—except water and a good few seconds of rubbing the syrupy consistency wasn't leaving your face. You knew that, he knew that, but the world depends on such unspoken courtesies.

"It's alright." You assured him meekly, focusing more of your energy to get yourself off the ground so you don't seem like a brat—despite it taking a little more that what it takes other people, as in like seconds, you were at least able to get your ass off the ground for a few inches when you noticed the concerned expression glazing over his pretty face, "I was cycling for a few hours so my legs just gave out," you lied.

He nodded and extended his hands for you to take, "I am Beomgyu," He introduced himself, and you gave him your name in return.

"I am sorry for what happened! I promise I will buy you a good cleanser of your-" Before the beautiful man, whose name you had just learned to be Beomgyu, could finish his benevolent promise to take care of any arising skin issues you may face, his friend whom you had deemed to have abandoned his friend in need, came running as though he had something important to announce—conveniently missing the laid out bike on the ground and as a result crashing into Beomgyu's back who in a sick game of domino had fallen over you before he could even process what had hit him.

You cursed under your breath when you clearly heard a few of your spine break, with the added weight of two men laid out on top of you earning the questionable looks from every passerby. You couldn't even complain if you wanted to after all it was your own fault leaving it laid out instead of just properly putting it away on standing.

"I went to go get wet tissue for the blunder you created," The top part of the stack, the runaway friend, groaned while wiggling his way out of the giant dog pile.

"And you couldn't announce it, Taehyun?!" The one directly on top of your stomach croaked before turning to look at you, "I'll pick up a tab of your chiropractor I promise."

COPYRIGHTS RESERVED TO ITGIRLGYU 23'. FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! PERM' TAGLIST: @impureperhaps @full-sunnies @ox1-lovesick @jisungsdaydreamer @wonioml @1921choi @forever-in-the-sky2 @gyuletters

[chaeinedup]

TXT as my liked songs

Yeonjun as

You can't tell me this doesn't sound like him;

I might be a little biased since I think he just fits KAYTRANADA vibes in general but I can't be the only one that sees this;

Maybe it's because he likes Dominic Fike and in my mind that's connected;

But anyway R&B + Yeonjun = the perfect combination.

Soobin as

A pretty song for a pretty boy;

This song reminds me of a sunny breezy day, reading by the beach, the sounds of nature as the soundtrack;

It's comforting and who else is comforting????!!!!!! CHOI SOOBIN;

He does like indie if I'm not mistaken so I guess this was bound to happen.

Beomgyu as

I also feel like this is a given;

The image of him listening to this while in the car, looking at the window, just taking in the scenary;

Tell me you see it too;

I love loud gyu but I also love quiet gyu, and that's where this song comes in.

Taehyun as

Takes an intellectual to know good music and appreciate it;

That's Taehyun for me;

I feel like he'd find it really soothing;

This also reminds me more of his quiter softer side (he swears he's as cold as Antartica but really he's just lying t himself).

Huening Kai as

This is such a sweet song;

Who's sweeter then Huening Kai??!! No one!!;

He radiates love and happiness and I hope he knows;

I juat love him so much!!

Side note: These are all based on sonority and not lyrics.

[bgomtori]

03 : moonlit skies

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" y/n! " you turned your head around to the voice calling your name. beomgyu slowly made his way towards you, immediately grabbing your shoebag, helping you carry it. you quickly said goodbye to the girls before leaving with beomgyu. you quickly noticed the bag of things beomgyu was holding in his empty hand.

" you had time to buy these? "

he hummed in response, passing the plastic bag filled with food to you. it contained your favourite onigiri flavours, and a drink to wash everything down. you smiled brightly at beomgyu, opening the wrapper of the onigiri.

" did soobin kill you for being late. " you teased, beomgyu rolled his eyes, not responding to your question.

" he made me stay back later than usual, that's why i'm still here " beomgyu sighed, taking in the scenary infront of him.

" look! it's a full moon tonight. " you exclaimed happily, tugging onto beomgyu's arm. your words slightly hard to interpretate due to the food in your mouth. beomgyu looked up at the moon and back to you, taking in how fascinated you are by the moon. beomgyu's lips tugged up in a smile.

" omg. a cat " you call out, slowly walking towards the orange cat, petting it happily. beomgyu took out his phone and took a picture of the moment secretly.

" let's goo, it's getting late. i'm tired " he yawned, making you frown over the short time you had with the cat. you waved to it goodbye before chasing up to beomgyu, walking side by side with him.

[traqi]

HELP!!

i want to find a dom!beomgyu x reader fanfiction i read before. its tags are smut, enemies to lovers and swearing smth! the context is that yn and beomgyu’s parents are friends and they decided to go on a holiday together. yn and beomgyu had to slept in one bed. after one night or smth they do the cha cha things and the next morning they just go outside the beach to see the scenary. thats all i could remember 😭😭😭😭😭

plsss help! i rlly need to read it again cuz its such a wonderful ff. thanks anyway! 💖💝💞💓❤️‍🔥🌸💗❤️🎀💕

[carpexiem]

6 or 9 from the first list (you choose which one) & beomgyu pls !

for i lost my sunshine, love, your moon

in which beomgyu glimmers no longer, for his sun has gone, and he is the reason why.

prompt. "i didn't know i was such an inconvenience."

pairing. prince!beomgyu x princess!reader

genre. royal!au , romance , angst

w/c. 1.8k

warnings. infidelity, angst

a/n. i absolutely loved writing this. thank you anon for requesting this!! i think i got too carried away with this but i love me alot a bit of angst 😁 feedback will be welcomed <3 if you'd like to request, please see the prompts here

you loved beomgyu. you truly did.

you vividly recount the first time you eyes had set upon his godly stature, shoulders wide and erect, face moulded into a charming grin as his eyes traced your figure, clad in your heinous, extravagant ballroom attire; his eyes held something that drew you in than never before, dark but beckoning you closer with every passing second.

your surroundings seemed to dissipate into muteness as your eyes were stuck to him and unknowingly a grin crawled unto your lips, screaming secrecy and the utmost crave for passion. love's spell had bound you two tightly like shackles to a wanted criminal.

both of your eyes challenged each other; you stood mightly, back poised with discipline and power as his did the same, yet neither eyes tore away. you loved the unheard rivalry between you two, it galvanised something jittery in you, something that longed you jump out and wreak havoc in its trail.

the sound of a metal object being struck against a glass pierced through the blithe atmosphere, and the both of you subconsciously ceased the battle, heads turning to the front as your father stood from his throne. you rolled your eyes, kissing your teeth; the irritating revelation as to why this gathering was held in the first place rushed back into your memory: a suitor for your older sister. oh did you despise the annual festivities that took place in desperate need to find your sister a husband, yet to no avail.

it took everything in your 18 year old being not to storm out of the banquet hall each year, but for the past 2 annual gatherings, a specific boy had caught you eye and truth be told, you couldn't complain after that.

after your father's long speech of explaining how the dance was to be carried out (like everyone was not aware already), you rushed to find that mysterious boy that had your mind in a ridiculous state of ambivalence. your head whipped from left to right and it was almost as if he had disappeared into thin air before a voice sounded from behind you, "looking for me, princess?"

a small shriek left your lips as you placed a hand on your heart, rolling your eyes as you turned to the mischievous young man, "do you seriously want to give me a heart attack?"

he cocked his eyebrow, the knowing smirk forming once again, "i would definitely not want you to, your highness," he bowed mockingly as your eyes widened, slapping his arm gently repeatedly.

"no no, i severely despise when people bow to me, stand straight boy!"

he chuckled airily, ascending from his bent position before stretching out his hand.

"care to dance, my princess?"

you nodded as you smiled, gently placing yours into his, and a surge of warmth rocketed through your arm, pooling at your heart. you could get used to this for however long you had left on earth.

his arm softly but firmly wrapped around your waist as you calmly drifted throughout the dance floor and your head had unknowingly fallen to his shoulder. god did it feel so right, though you had no idea of who he was...or what kingdom he belonged to.

time seemed too short, differing from what a minute would seem like an hour when you attended these useless banquets. you both had to depart and exchange goodbyes as the time had come to an end. you had began walking away before you halted, shuffling back to him as he seemed to have that everlasting smirk everytime you saw him, "couldn't leave me for a second i see," he joked and your eyes found themselves at the back of your head, "no, i just didn't catch your name."

he smiled a charming one, crouching down to your ear, "the name's choi beomgyu, princess y/n."

and he walked away.

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you couldn't deny that your clandestine activities with beomgyu added some flavour to your monotone life. every night, either he or you would change out of your royal attire into something more casual, before sneaking out of your rooms, and squeezing through thorned hedges that guarded your kingdoms. guards seemed to be on low alert during the night despite the expectation of it being the opppsite; you couldn't blame them, however, it was draining protecting a kingdom, especially when many guards opted out of their jobs because of your father's nonsensical idealogies that came with the job.

choi beomgyu was your moon, your light in the darkness. the smiling soul that shattered the malevolence that encapsulated the pair of you daily, stuck in a prison full of fake happiness and strict guidelines. you took every second in his arms like a precious, inestimable stone, cautious that one simple slip from your fingers would make all you had formed vanish in an instant.

to choi beomgyu, you were his sunshine. he couldn't glimmer without you; "the moon would be useless without the sun," he proclaimed greatly as you both basked in the contentment that blossomed. to say you were his one, true love would be an utter understatement because he couldn't fathom life without you. he had you now, and wouldn't dare let you go.

when both your father and his announced your marriage to each other, you couldn't thank the heavens more. you two were afraid. afraid that your families wouldn't accept each other for you knew how close-minded your father [especially] was, and thus resulted to meeting each other behind closed doors.

life was a gift you cherished in the moment. your married life was something you wouldn't trade for the universe, and for the first 2 years, choi beomgyu was the most exquisite husband you could ask for. you didn't need to worry about any unscrupulous actions because you trusted him more than you trusted yourself. you could've given your life in his hands, and you believed that there was nothing to second ponder about, because it was choi beomgyu. your moon, and you, his sun.

so the day you found him, rich in his infidelity, lips hungrily against another woman's, your heart tore into aching shreads. the sight had you sick to your stomach, and you ran away from the mask of the door, mouth covered by a shaking hand as you sobbed vigorously.

what had you done wrong?

had he fallen at out love?

these unanswered questions left you distraught and shattered. for a second, you believed your eyes were failing you, conjuring a mind-twisting image to manipulate yourself, but the haunting image flashed in your mind ever so clearly and god, did you cry.

months passed, and you had kept track of every mail leaving and entering the palace, not to beomgyu's knowledge. you gradually found out that his covert doings had occurred since the first year of your marriage, and it was then that you began to hate yourself. you hated that your were too dumb to realise a change in his actions, and never even once thought that maybe he was just too talented in acting like nothing had changed. his lips still locked with yours, aware that they had whispered sweet nothings and declared false love with another's. the sensation of disgust clawed at your arms and legs, yet it didn't hurt as much as the heart break, that had fueled such saturated fury, and before you knew it, you were stood in front of the man you called the love of your life, your moon, face in a neutral façade, arms crossed.

"beomgyu. is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

his face showed confusion, and boy did it boost your loathe for him.

"what do you mean, sunshine? i don't have a clue on what you're talking about," he gazed into your eyes, and it was right there and then that you could see that they began to shake with fear.

"choi. beomgyu. i won't repeat myself."

his eyes widened, hand immediately reaching for yours but you snatched them away, you couldn't fall back into his trap, you'd come to far trying to get back on your feet.

"sunshine, i truly don't know-"

"tell me you don't have a mistress, beomgyu. tell me that you're not cheating behind my back and i swear to the heavens and upon this damned monarchy, i will file a divorce quicker than you could deny it."

your words left him utterly dumbstruck. he looked ridiculously honestly, eyes and mouth wide open as his hands began quivering like leaves in a storm.

"p-princess, i think you've gotten it all wrong. i don't have a mistress, or whatever you call it."

you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking to the window as the scenery did somewhat to calm you down.

"so you're saying i'm lying? that i didn't see you with my own two eyes kissing another woman that happened to be my sister?"

your voice held so much pain that the boy winced, he felt so sickened of himself. he had hurt his sunshine, and now your light had dimmed, and he was just a lump of rock, orbiting the earth with no soul within him.

"sunshine, hear me out please-"

"no no no, i can't do this right now beomgyu. just hearing your voice makes me sick to my stomach."

tears cascaded down his cheeks, and you couldn't help but scoff. what made him think he had the right to cry over this? he wasn't the one who had their soulmate share their affection with another. who had false endearment etched in their brain, heavily convinced that it had some sort of truth behind each word.

"i didn't realise i was such an inconvenience to you that you had to do this, beomgyu. what did i not have that she had, huh? was i that intolerable- no, were you that shameless, that disrespectful to go to my sister of all people?"

his head was buried in his arms, and by second nature you would hold him ever so tight, ensure him that you would be there for him through thick and thin. through darkness and through light. in sickness and in health. for richer and for poorer. til death did you part.

"it's over beomgyu. we're done. gone. don't waste your time trying to contact me 'cause you've lost me for good now."

his head whipped up, and he ran towards you, grabbing your hands and his pled for redemption, but your mind had been made up, as solid as stone. this was the retribution of his infidelity, and he had to live with knowing that forvermore.

you slipped through the door with a slam behind you, and for the first time in 20 years, beomgyu cried harder than he had ever done. he cried for for the lost love that had burned passionately in your live's infant days. he cried for the consequence of his actions, driven by his greedy, fleshly desires.

and he cried for you, his lost sunshine.

[nnight-dances]

SOMNIFEROUS CONFESSIONS

pairing: beomgyu x reader, with a side of soobin plot: where you keep saying things you don’t want beomgyu to hear exactly when he can, in fact, hear you. genre: fluff, smol angst warnings (not really): seulgi is your roommate (no this has got nothing to do with the fact that i would marry this woman on the spot if given the chance), i don’t completely love the name ‘boba’, which reminds me my knowledge of dog breeds is extremely limited so tread lightly, this trope of confessing to them when they’re asleep is also not my favourite but i think i tried to make it as realistic and not-cringe as i could :3

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"ugh, this class is so interesting but the professor sure ruins it with his rambling."

you nod as you sigh in relief when your foot meets the ground, the numbness from having sat on it for the past hour and a half finally receding.

"i swear if he could just shut up and let the slides do the talking," you follow soobin's tall figure as a guide as the two of you escape admist the crowd of students, all of whom are equally done with life.

"freedom at last," you let out a small yawn and soobin grins, "is it just me or is the air actually fresher out here?"

you're about to agree with his observation when you spot a familiar mop of black hair emerging toward you.

"gyu!!" you wave at beomgyu, who quickly meets your eye, jogging to catch up to you.

"i thought you'd be free at three?" he smacks your arm in lieu of a greeting.

you pout, "i thought so, too. but honest to god, this professor was hellbent on explaining the same term over and over. ask soobin."

beomgyu's eyebrows jump when you point at the boy next to you, just taking note of him, "ah, soobin, haven't seen you around for a while."

soobin chuckles, glancing at you awkwardly, "heh, yeah, shit's been crazy."

"alrighty, let's not waste any more time, gyu," you link your arm with beomgyu's, and throw a smile at soobin, "see you in class, soobin."

your curt tone is more than obvious making beomgyu smile in the slightest, especially when soobin throws a resentful glare at your joined arms.

soobin nods goodbye, abruptly turning around and leaving.

good riddance, he thinks.

"wow, you sure have become better at this," beomgyu nudges your shoulder as you begin walking.

"what do you mean?"

"that was the cleanest cock block i've ever witnessed in my time. that 'see you in class' was just the cherry on top."

you push beomgyu away with a huff, "hey! i wasn't trying to cock block anyone. i was just gently dropping hints before anyone got the wrong idea. your timing was perfect by the way."

beomgyu rolls his eyes, coming back to connect your arms again, "oh, whatever, i can't argue with your self-destructive methods. but i can tell you that i finally made that appointment to get my hair dyed."

"no way!" you preemptively reach up to ruffle his soft hair, "when is the big day, good sir?"

beomgyu laughs, "six thirty tonight."

you pause, taking out your phone to check the time, "oh, okay, good, we have time still." you grab beomgyu's wrist, "come to my place."

"why would i do that?"

"because we have to take care of boba while seulgi goes on a date."

beomgyu watches as you stop to open the texts from your roommate as proof, and hesitates for a moment before, "fine, let's go."

"hi, baby, did you miss me?" you coo at the small poodle as he rushes up into your lap as soon as you and beomgyu entered.

boba half-squeals, half-barks excitedly and your heart melts, "aww, boba, i missed you, too."

now, boba is your entire life

even though, all your life you'd been a cat person

and you always wanted a beagle when you were a kid

when seulgi had shown you a picture of hazel wonder, you were physically incapable of saying no to adopting him.

you love the doggo with your entire heart.

beomgyu, on the other hand, is standing by your side in confusion

because no matter how many times he encounters the sight

no, he will never be accustomed to hearing you use your babying voice

like you know

when you say everything in tiny

and you pronounce all your s sounds as sh sounds.

beomgyu is: conflicted

because on the hand, as your best friend of three excruciating years, he is in plain words revolted

buT there's this side of him that actually really loves how you curl up next to boba and pepper his face in kisses and giggle at his antics

and fuck, now he's getting butterflies.

"gyu? are you seriously going to stand there when you could get some of this?"

beomgyu's cheeks redden a little when he's brutally brought back into reality to the sight of you beckoning him towards you.

boba waddles towards the boy as soon as he kneels down to your level and sprawls out promptly.

you clap, "aww, he wants belly rubs from you, gyu."

fortunately, before you can subject beomgyu to any more of your baby voice, seulgi strides into your living room.

"oh, thank god, you're here on time!"

you stand up, raising your eyebrows suggestively at seulgi's flowy pink dress, "i see you've decided to take this huening guy seriously?"

familiar with your jabs, she points at beomgyu's crouched figure, "and i see you brought your lover boy to babysit boba."

despite having heard the same phrase every time you've dragged beomgyu to your apartment, you can't help as you blush at the sound of lover boy being used in relation to your best friend

because he's your best friend

even if he looks extremely attractive in his favorite black sweater

even if his long hair drives you to the verge of insanity from having to control yourself from just running your hands through it and tugging it

and especially, even if you think that beomgyu as lover boy is a concept you don't hate the tiniest bit

the fact remains that you're his best friend.

"i swear, it's high time you find another way to tease us, you know," beomgyu rises with a pleased boba in his arms, avoiding your embarrassed gaze much to your relief.

"dunno, feels like this one works too well."

you give seulgi a slight shove, "don't you have a date to be in time for? get out of here."

rolling her eyes at your urgent tone, she pecks your cheek, "love you, too, y/n."

you throw yourself against the sofa when she's gone, calling out to beomgyu, "you wanna eat something?"

beomgyu appears in your field of vision with boba in his arms, hair falling into his eyes as he leans over you, "all i know is i wanna eat boba up."

"hey~ i'm sorry to inform you but all boba eating rights have been bought by me," you sit up, bumping your head against beomgyu's who releases boba with a yelp.

you giggle as the poodle falls into your arms, kissing his forehead, "yes, boba, i know you love me more than this terrible man."

when the two of you have finally finished with asserting the intensity of your affection towards boba, you let the poor poodle drink some water and play around with his toys while you two lounge on the sofa, talking about random things.

"did you finish the assignment we—"

beomgyu, whose legs are in your lap, kicks your thigh to shut you up, "do not complete that sentence."

you slap his shin making him retreat his feet, "you little shit, i let you rest your feet and you choose to kick me? never talk to me and my top-tier lap every again."

you turn away from jokingly and beomgyu shoots up, chuckling, "sorry, you big baby. please let me test your lap with my head instead?"

you let beomgyu plop down into your lap but only because your stupidly huge obsession with his hair goes out of control when his fluffy hair splays out against the material of your jeans as he rests his head.

trust you not to wear shorts when it counts >:(

"how do you even see, gyu?" your voice is gentle as your touch when you bend slightly to pick out the freakishly long strands of hair that were right over his eyes, brushing them aside.

"i forgot what your eyes look like because of your hair covering it up," unknowingly, you smile sweetly at the twinkling of his soft brown eyes staring back up at you, equally mesmerized at the sight in front of him.

"you were the one who kept acting up every time i mentioned trimming my hair," beomgyu's voice has dropped a few octaves because of how close he is to you.

"it's true," you pat his head, "mullets are totally your thing."                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

beomgyu hates you and your darn complimenting ass

it's not like that you saying that mullets were his thing was stuck in his head and giving him heart spasms

but it kinda was..

you just looked so genuine when you said it

even though you always act like you hate complimenting him

and the way you were softly playing with his hair just sent him further and further into the infatuation he had with you.

"ah, fuck," he lets out a small sigh as if that might relieve him of his feelings.

"sorry, sir, did i hurt you?" the woman who had been washing her hair pauses on hearing the exclamation and beomgyu reddens, having sincerely forgotten about her, "no, no, please continue."

the reality of the salon rushes back into beomgyu's senses as he shakes off his lovesick daydreaming, focusing on task at hand: getting his hair dyed.

it was not going to anything big, just some streaks of blonde scattered through his hair uplift his hairstyle.

as the woman gestures beomgyu to sit up, he defeatedly wonders how you were going to pass the estimated 3 hours this whole thing was going to take.

you, however, seated on the surprisingly comfortable seats of the waiting room, are not concerned at all.

the air conditioning is hitting your scalp in the right places and your legs are comfortably folded under you

to add to this, you could finally catch up on the latest episodes of Haikyuu! and!! you think if you're subtle enough you may be able to sneak in handfuls of the chex mix you snuck into your small backpack.

life is good :D

well, this bliss lasts for a good while before your serene binge-watching session is interrupted by a call

and calls throw you off

like fuck people you know??

and you would have ignored the call like the badass you are

but of course, it's seulgi who's calling.

"hey, is something up?" you're worried because seulgi usually sticks to texting, calling only for urgent matters.

"y/n!!" she sounds... excited?? and a little drunk.

you're positive you left a perfectly sober seulgi when you left so you ask, "are you drunk, seulgi?"

"aRe yOU drUNK, sEulGi???"

you gasp at the mocking voice. yep, she is most definitely drunk. "hey! you're the one that called me. what do you want?"

"you're so nO fun, y/n!!! so stuck uP on the same gUY for the last year? what's sO great about him anywAY?"

"okay, seulgi, i'm going to very nicely hang up on you now because—"

"because whAT?? i'm saying the truth here. you reject eveRY SINGLE guy who approaches you and now men are—"

"god, i don't understand why you're so obsessed with my love life, seulgi!" you were actually starting to get a little upset at her comments which may be careless but hurt all the same.

"because!! i have to sit and watch while the two of you play this sTUpiD game of who is more dense when it's clear that you both should just shut up and daTE already!!"

now here's how the next few minutes go:

beomgyu finishes up with his hair quicker than he expected and he's immensely satisfied with the new addition to his looks so currently he's trudging toward where you're sat in the waiting room

and you are about to hand seulgi's ass right back to her because goD she's gotten on your nerves,,

which leads to beomgyu overhearing this unfortunate little snippet from the outburst you're having:

"— and for the last time, seulgi, and i hope you get this once and for all: i am not going to date, beomgyu, so please, i beg you, shut up about it!"

beomgyu stops in his tracks, slipping back against the wall that separates the salon into the waiting room, heart in his throat, lips automatically falling when he comprehends the undeniable annoyance in your voice.

he finds it perplexing that he would still be heartbroken on hearing your clear lack of feelings for him because he'd encountered how much you cherished the platonic relationship you shared with him.

and more than anything, he thinks it's a the sickest joke the universe has played with him: for you to be his closest friend and his first love, and to fathom that if he dropped his facade even for the shortest amount of time, both would be gone.

unaware of the inner conflict your heated words have propelled the poor boy into, you're still cooling down from your argument with your roommate, mad at yourself for losing it so easily.

you put your head in your hands, regretting your strong wording, especially because you could feel how wrong they sounded even minutes after they'd been said.

"hey, hey, look who's back~"

you jump up at beomgyu's voice, cheeks flushing when you take in his new hair.

"gyu!!" you stand, approaching him with wide eyes, unable to believe how it's possible for the sight of him to make you more flustered than you already was, "your hair!! wow, it looks better than i imagined."

you notice his smile is smaller than usual but pin it to your own muzzled headspace as you ask if you can touch his hair.

"when have you ever asked for permission before, miss manners?" beomgyu grins, effortlessly making the coil of tension in your chest loosen its grip on your expression.

"i don't want to end up with blond dye on my hands, no thank you," you step closer to him and hesitantly touch the tips of his hair, giggling excitedly, "ahh, it's so soft~ god, i can't believe i know you."

beomgyu fights the rise of heat in his ears at your thrilled exclamations, "i swear, i should be on the cover of vogue with the looks i've got."

you roll your eyes, hand on his elbow as you drag him out, "okay, time to treat me to dinner!!!"

"fuck, it's raining," you clutch your bag closer to yourself as the two of you step into the less than accommodating shelter in front of the salon.

"shit, i didn't bring my umbrella," beomgyu fusses with his jacket, imagining how he'd have to sprint through the rain.

"don't worry, i've got you," you produce a small baby blue umbrella from your bag, beckoning him to join you under it.

he shakes his head, "no, no, that looks tiny enough to only fit you, i'll use my jacket—"

you don't let him protest, pulling him under it with you, tapping his head with your unoccupied hand, "hey, do you really want to risk ruining this perfection because of the rain? i know i don't want to."

it's moments like this that beomgyu despises

when you're closer to him than you ever are, and your voice is all breathless, hair slightly messy but smile always bright and kind

because it's in moments like this that make his resolute to move on falter

and though the burn of your words is still fresh in beomgyu's mind, your questioning gaze as you call out "gyu?" at him, placing a hand on your shoulder, almost like a lover, is much more real to him

so like always, he gives in.

"let's get pizza for dinner."                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

you are about to murder beomgyu

the audacity of this man!!

he's 15 minutes late!!

you have proof of his text saying "stupid class ends at 4, pls pick me up im scared" and yet, the small box on the corner of your phone reads 4:17 with no sight of the now black-and-blonde head anywhere.

you're about to send the read-to-go "where the fuck r u????????? am about to bust into ur classroom with my special fire-arm u little shit" text when fortunately for him, you find beomgyu rushing to you.

you're about to scold him disillusioning you but you don't, because you remember he waited thirty minutes for you last time and also because his smile pushes your train of thought off its track.

"i am about to die if i don't eat something in the next two seconds," he declares, his bright grin not matching his grave words at all.

you snort, patting his shoulder, "it happens to the best of us, comrade."

beomgyu runs a hand through his hair like the damn shaman he is, groaning, "anyway, did something happen with seulgi?"

you stop walking abruptly at the mention of her, "what? why? did she say something to you?"

"nothing, i just saw her in the morning and she flipped me off for no reason. why? did y'all fight or something?"

you sigh in relief as you resume walking, "oh, don't ask. she was drunk off her head last night and i had to take care of her stupid tantrums..." you trail off, eyeing beomgyu with a smile.

"what? stop looking at me like that, it's creepy," he pushes your head away and you whine.

"gyu, do you love me?"

this time, it's beomgyu who fumbles over his step, "what the hell? why are you asking me this?"

you try again, "please, you're my bestest friend in the whole world."

he sighs, realizing you're doing this with an ulterior motive, "what is it you want, y/n?"

you perk up, "host me at your place for one night," when beomgyu stares back at you with a blank face, you continue, "please, please, please, if you don't let me sleep over, i will literally be so helpless. i will have to sleep on the hecking roads and you know what it's like for frail little women like me, i wouldn't be able to bat an eye and i could get run over—"

"you dumbshit, calm down," beomgyu cuts you off with an amused laugh, "stop rambling, y/n, of course, you can sleep over if you need to... but why?"

you huff in relief, "thank you. seulgi is having a movie night with huening and from what i heard, she's too whipped to not do the dirty with him if given the chance."

"so she kicked you out?"

"... more like asked me to stay cooped up in my room for the entire night.. to which i said heck no because i would rather not test how soundproof my bedroom walls are."

he laughs again, "sounds rough. but hey, now we can finally have the movie night we've been planning for weeks, right?"                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

beomgyu thinks this is stupid

this whole idea is stupid

why did he agree to you coming over and sleeping at his place again???

oh right, because of his big fat crush on you that made him physically incapable of uttering the word no to you.

(but also because he is a decent friend and would not want you to suffer all alone in your room but hey you didn't hear it from me)

he fans himself as you excuse yourself to use the washroom once you arrive in the apartment he lives alone in, scanning his bedroom in particular for any suspicious items that might somehow clue you in to his very, very obvious feelings.

you, unknown to beomgyu, are also losing your shit when you lock yourself in his washroom, surrounded by the scent of his familiar body wash

because you're only just realizing what you've gotten yourself into: a sleepover at beomgyu's house!!!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!!!!! you're stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you take a deep breath, wetting your hands and patting your face to clear your head, "it's okay, it's okay, you can do this, y/n. if you can do this for a year, what's another night, right?"

right?

when you step out of the bathroom, you find beomgyu comfortably in his bed, laptop open.

internally you are thankful he's not as awkward about this as you are

and why would he be? this is not your first time coming over.

so you swallow your thoughts and plop down next to him, to find him surfing through his netflix recommendations.

he lets out a small whine, "why have i watched all of this?"

you stare at beomgyu in shock, "you've watch all of this? i thought we were both college students, but turns out you're a monster."

"shut up, i use the animedoro method to study, it helps," he flashes you a thumbs up and you take hold of his laptop.

"let me look for something, you're useless."

"i'm loving the support."

after a few minutes of bickering back and forth, you end up opening a new tab on the browser, ignoring beomgyu's confused protests.

"we have to resort to movies not on netflix," you quickly type in the address of the movie-streaming website you grew up watching your favorite films on.

"wow, you're really courageous, aren't you??"

"one of us has to be."

so all in all, movie night progresses just fine, with the two of you agreeing to re-watch the minority report. your initial worries about the atmosphere being too tense are now nowhere to be found.

the whole time you sit back against the pillows, shoulder against beomgyu's bicep, and knees against your chest, smiling when you feel beomgyu shuffle closer now and then.

when the movie ends, you look over to beomgyu with a grin, "ah, beautiful."

"you know, the only reason i'm still friends with you is because you're the only person i know who sits through movies longer than an hour without sleeping off."

you laugh, wondering what must go on in his head for the first words out of his mouth to be that, "well, of course, anything to watch tom cruise dodging the shackles of his fate, am i right?"

beomgyu nods as he spreads out to stretch his stiff body, the pull of his muscles causing the white t-shirt he's wearing to ride up.

you cough at the sight of his toned stomach, looking away, "um, do you have snacks? the chinese was only enough to sustain me through the movie."

the boy sits up, glancing at the time on the laptop screen, "it's 12:30 AM already, are you sure you wanna eat now?"

you raise an eyebrow at beomgyu, "wait a second, do you actually have a healthy sleeping schedule? what the fuck, gyu, i might have to rethink our friendship—"

"oh my god, you dramatic little brat, i was just being nice but obviously, that was a futile move. come to the kitchen if you want ramen."

you hop after beomgyu excitedly, sitting on the kitchen counter while he cooks the noodles across from you.

the kitchen lights are dim and you can't help but notice how broad beomgyu looks as he cooks, his figure somehow still towering over you even though you're sat on the counter.

interrupting your thoughts before they could get any more inappropriate, beomgyu turns around, handing you a bowl.

"wow, that was fast," you hold out your open palm as a request for some chopsticks.

"i've done this way too many times," beomgyu heaves himself up next to you, placing the wooden chopsticks in your hand, and you bite your lip when his knee comes to rest against yours. "somehow never with you around, though."

"that's because you always insist to come over to my place when i could be over here raiding your filthy rich inventory."

beomgyu throws his head back at your comment, "ah, not this again. why are you obsessed with the idea of me being the heir of some famous chaebol?? please, stop, it's embarrassing for you."

"is it? do you expect me to believe that you have this entire huge-ass apartment to yourself just because you got lucky?"

the only answer to you is a disgustingly loud slurp from your side.

"are you good with this temperature?" you shout a yes! in the vague direction of beomgyu in the darkness, a little nervous as you hear him pad over to his bed.

alas, the much dreaded part of the night: the actual sleeping.

the bed dips as beomgyu slips in, the only sign that he's here because he's cautious enough to maintain a respectable (but disappointing) distance between the two of you.

"today was fun."

"i know. can't believe seulgi's horniness is what drove me here."

beomgyu finds it weirdly comforting to hear you talk like this. his eyes are closed so he can easily imagine you as just your voice, bodiless and hence, entirely his to love.

you seem to notice that he's closed his eyes though when it's silent for a while after you've spoken.

because he feels you shifting closer to him, with a soft, "gyu, you asleep?"

beomgyu's heart speeds up at the proximity of your voice, depriving him of his ability to speak, something that is only encouraged by his curiosity of where this may go when you poke his cheek as if to confirm he's actually asleep.

you prop yourself on your elbows next to his head, watching as the moonlight seeps in through the sheer curtains in his room, revealing the faint outline of his countenance.

you shake your head, chastising yourself for acting so recklessly and lie back down next to him, listening to yourself breathe.

beomgyu relaxes in his position, a little disheartened that you didn't do anything (??) and instead focuses on trying to sleep.

you, on the other hand, find it impossible to sleep for some reason, continuously changing positions and trying to distract yourself from beomgyu, a vain effort because like,,, he was right there!!

"fuck this," you give up, rolling closer back to him, admiring his features.

"gyu," you whisper, "you're so pretty." you pause, watching him for any movements.

"i... i wish i wasn't such a wimp when it comes to you, but you really don't make all this easier. aish, i'm, like, seriously in love with you, gyu, and i know you're just not into me like that." you pout as if he could see you and this were a perfectly sane conversation, "but i hope someday i can tell this to you when you're not dead asleep and maybe even kiss you. although that would be horrible for our friendship and i don't know what i would do without you so..."

you sigh, realizing how crazy you were acting, and roll away from, hiding your face into the pillow, willing yourself to sleep

completely and blissfully unaware of the twitching on beomgyu's face.                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

what

in

the

fuck

beomgyu knows he has an overactive imagination but no amount of reasoning could convince him that your words had been a part of his dream.

because when he opens his eyes for the millionth time that night, you're still there, asleep next to him, real as ever.

(he may have pinched your cheek causing you to adorably mewl in your sleep just to make sure....)

and when he's sure it's real, you're real, he spirals into a state of pure questioning.

were you serious

were you pranking him

were you framing him

why did you wait till he was asleep

why did he pretend to be asleep

why didn't he start screaming i love you too y/n you've made me suffer so fucking much you beautiful human being when you said what you said

why was he here

...yeah, it was bad.

safe to say, he has a fitful sleep that night, waiting for morning to arrive so he could... sort things out.                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

your least and most favorite part about the entire sleepover was easily the situation you find yourself in when your eyes flutter open — you wrapped around beomgyu's waist, his hair tickling your nose.

you panic and then you see him, somehow just as unbelievably gorgeous, and despite everything, you find yourself snuggling closer, mumbling, "nice."

talking to sleeping men was apparently your thing.

only beomgyu isn't asleep

are we even surprised??

boy barely made it through the night, so of course, he's awake to witness your comment, no different from last night, but with one exception.

this time, he answers, "i agree."

welcome to the world of the paralyzed

you freeze at his reply, combusting internally but too far gone to move.

instead you attempt to hide your face into his chest, "fuck you, gyu, warn a girl if you're awake."

"even when she's passionately declaring her love for me?"

...

....

..........

..............??????????????

"what..." you push yourself away from beomgyu, meeting his eyes, which were a little red from the lack of sleep but dead serious.

when the weight of the conclusion that choi beomgyu had heard you whispering how much you loved choi beomgyu at what you assumed was choi beomgyu's sleeping figure, one word rings through your mind: run.

in your head, you swiftly slide off the bed, sprint through the door of his apartment and conveniently board a plane to hell

but in reality, the blanket over your shoulders hinders your movements so that you're left flailing around like a fish searching for water.

beomgyu, however, realizes what you're doing and somehow the devil of a blanket doesn't suffocate him when he easily slides in next to you, strong arms stilling your movements and pushing you against his chest again, except this time you're facing away from him.

"please, let me go," you're on the verge of tears, ashamed at your failure to keep your feelings from your best friend and desperate to just get away from him.

but he is firm, "no, y/n, you—"

"beomgyu, please, i have to go. i'm sorry-"

"y/n, listen to me," his breath tickles your ear and you stiffen at the contact, too weak from embarrassment to move, "you have no reason to be sorry. you may think the magnitude of your feelings are scary but honest to god, i'm the one that's dangerously in love with you."

if it's possible, he feels you going even limper in his arms.

he turns you around, ignoring the way you refuse to look at him and brings your hand to meet his chest, right around where he can feel his heart hammering away.

"can you feel this? i mean dangerously. last night, i- i was too astounded to do anything... which is the dumbest thing i've ever done in my entire life, because unlike you, i'm a grade A coward, okay? i freaked out and then you fell asleep and i spent the entire night regretting not saying anything and— and i just love you. a lot."

out of words (and lowkey breath, because damn, confessing sure drains the life right out of you), beomgyu falls silent, letting go of your hand, a silent message: he would accept it if you choose to leave now.

and honestly? you want to leave. because somehow, beomgyu confessing turns out to be worse than him rejecting to you

because now you have twice the amount of feelings in your chest and your brain hurts from thinking

and you lose it when you finally feel yourself tear up, sending beomgyu into panic mode.

"y/n? hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? ohmigod, i'm so sorry if that was too much, i just didn't want to let you leave until you knew how i felt.. i didn't meant to make you uncomfo—"

you fist the fabric of his shirt over his chest, cutting him short, "you're an idiot."

you fall against him, letting whatever the fuck is making you teary wash over you, a few sobs escaping you.

beomgyu patiently embraces you, chin tucked over your head, a pang of guilt from the sound of you hurting.

"you..." you pull away when you feel yourself calm down, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, "you... love me, too?"

beomgyu releases a short sigh at your question, stomach constricting when his vision is filled by the sight of your pouty lips.

he leans in, "yes, you dumbass," and presses his lips against yours.                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"hey, y/n, have you seen my—"

you swear seulgi's jaw touches the floor when she walks into your room to find you sitting on beomgyu's lap, his arms clutched around your waist and your hands in his hair.

"yeah, what did you lose now?" you greet her as usual just because you can see her trying to figure out whether the two of you are actually a thing now or if this was just another acceptable facet of your friendship.

luckily for her, beomgyu doesn't seem to have gotten the memo and leans in to plant a kiss against your lips, whispering, "why is she just standing there?"

"I KNEW IT!" seulgi jumps high enough to scare boba into running into your room, "I HELPED YOU, DIDN'T I? I KNEW YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING AFTER THE WAY YOU SCREAMED AT ME OVER THE PHONE, YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BASTARD!"

you groan at your roommate's exclamations as you press yourself into beomgyu's neck, "please, kill me now, gyu."

beomgyu smiles when he hears your mutter, scowling at seulgi aggressively, "hey, woman, can't you see **we're in the middle of something?? and you're upsetting my girlfriend so please, leave."

you chuckle against beomgyu, letting out a "i love you, seulgi!" just as her frustrated figure leaves the room.

"babe?" your heart stops for a second as you digest beomgyu's nickname, pulling away to shyly meet his eyes, "yeah, gyu?"

"what did seulgi mean about the helping you thing?" beomgyu's hand comes up to rub in circles against your lower back as you grimace.

"uhh, it's a very embarrassing tale of how i lost my temper over a drunk seulgi screaming at me to shut up and date you..."

"oh?" beomgyu raises an eyebrow, "wait, was this that time at the salon?" he flinches a little at the memory of you profusely rejecting the idea of dating him, "you sounded so upset back then."

"wait, you heard that?" you gape at beomgyu, letting out a cry when he nods quietly, "why do you hear everything??"

beomgyu pecks your cheek laughingly, "you're just very bad at being subtle, y/n."

"yeah? is that why you had the guts to confess to me?"

"okay, now, that's a low blow, babe. you confused me so much, you know."

you frown, "i confused you?"

"sure, you did. one minute, you're fangirling over my hair and being overly nice, but the next second i hear you throwing up over the idea of going out with me. what's a man to do??"

you sigh, leaning in to touch your forehead to his, hands returning to his scalp, "in my defense, your hair is too soft to not play with and also, seulgi kept going on and on about how i'm a part pooper and will die single and telling me to shut the fuck up and date you when she knew how scared i was that you'd reject me and i'd lose my favorite person in the whole world."

you bite your lip to shut yourself up when you hear what you've said, looking up at beomgyu to gauge his reaction.

"i'm your favorite person?????"

beomgyu's face has softened while his grip on your waist has tightened in contrast, pulling you closer, causing your face to get mushed against his chest as he presses a big wet kiss to your forehead.

"you're cute."

"shut up."                                                         ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

[thewintermer]

hello! how about a reaction of txt being jealous of another guy flirting with you?

I know you wanted a reaction, but I ended up writing these imagines instead. This was me distracting myself from writing two papers due today :/

TXT REACTION: SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU

Yeonjun

You were hanging out with Yeonjun and the rest of the members when one of your long time admirers came over with a guitar in hand.

“Oh God.”, heaved Yeonjun, “What does he want now?”.

“I’m here to play Y/N a song I wrote about her” announced guitar boy as he fearlessly stood in front of you and the rest of the boys. 

“Please don’t”, Yeonjun scrunched his face as the boy continued his introduction.

The others snickered at his reaction, mainly at how ridiculous the entire situation was.

“The song is called “Every Night in My Dreams”, declared lover boy.

“Oh HELL no”, yelled Yeonjun.

He stood up from his seat and began to shoo the boy out of the room.

“We don’t accept song confessions, okay? I’m her boyfriend. She’s taken! Do you hear that? I’m her boyfriend! Now leave!”

Soobin

There was glitter all over the floor- on the carpet, the couch - everywhere.

So far, things have been quite ‘lit’ - no pun intended. There were strings and strings of fairy lights and candles all over the place and the ambience provided for a warm, comfy birthday feeling that you adored.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

You had helped yourself to your fourth serving of ice cream for the day and was now on the couch, sitting on top of all the glitter to enjoy the bowl of sugary sweetness.

You were only a spoonful away from an empty bowl when the seat plopped down beside you and someone who you were very much trying to avoid running into during the whole party now sat to your left. 

“Been looking for you all night”, declared the boy next to you.

“Cool”, you reply, “I’ve been looking at ice cream the whole night”.

“I can see that”, he chuckled, “Well, now that I found you. I gotta say, you look incredibly hot”.

He doesn’t waste anytime does he? You rolled your eyes.

You were about to reply when a tall shadow fell over the two of you.

“Why thankyou”, cooed a deep voice from above you, “I think my girlfriend looks incredibly hot, as well”.

Soobin walked from his spot behind the couch to sit to your right. 

“I missed you”, he pouted, ignoring the other boy and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

He leaned forward to peck you on the lips and on your response, Soobin moved his hand to support the back of your head as he indulged himself to deepen the kiss.

Soon enough, the party blurred out of your mind to only occupy your boyfriend, with who you were making out now.

When he finally did pull back, he was so darn pleased with himself to discover that there were no traces of the other boy that had sat there earlier.

“You came all the way over here to make him go away didn’t you?”, you deadpan.

“I did no such thing!”, Soobin protested dramatically, “Though, in all seriousness, I hope he knows where he stands”

Beomgyu

The glass of water was under his mercy as he clenched onto it with utmost resentment. His jaw was set and his eyes darted across the dimly lit room, looking at everything but you.

Invisible smoke settled into the air and you bit your lips, unsure of what to say to him. You could feel the weight of your heart in your chest as you began to explain, “Gyu, listen we -”

“Why is he still texting you?”, he questioned, growing tired of the whole situation, “If the guy won’t stop flirting, then block him”.

“He’s my friend and -”, you began to explain again.

Beomgyu snapped his head towards you. His cold eyes shot daggers at you, “Are you my girlfriend or not? Why would you even reply to him?”

“I didn’t want to seem rude”, you mumble under your breath, but he heard it loud and clear, “Look, him and I have common friends and -”

“Save it”, he retorted. He pushed himself off the chair and grabbed the coat that was draped on it.

“I’ll call you later”, he declared before making his way out the front door.

Later that night, he called you to apologize and you finally mustered up the courage to block your friend that had been stepping over your boundaries.

Taehyun

You were seated at the library around a long table with others from your Math study group. You had been meeting up with them between classes so as to prep for an upcoming quiz that counted for twenty percent of your grade. 

You were horrible at math and hence required all the tutoring you could possibly get and within the group, your only source of constant help was Daniel- someone you met during one of your lectures.

The two of you were going through some notes together when the notification on your phone went off.

Taehyun: Next lecture in 10 min ~ Let's go?

You: I'm at the library

Taehyun: Coming by rn!

Your classmate scooted closer to take a look at the problem you had solved the night before.

"Wow. I've never met anyone butcher math the way you do", he remarked, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Oh shush", you rolled your eyes as you shifted your book away from him.

"Don’t shush me”, he teased. There was a playful glint in his eyes. “What? Just cause you're cute you think you can tell me what to do?", he continued, reaching for your book again.

"Well, yeah", you scoffed back “I can do whatever I want”.

Daniel was now stretching over to grab the notebook from your hands and in a hurried attempt to prevent him from doing so, you jumped off your seat and tossed it in your bag and zipped it up.

"Aw, don't leave me. Stay. Just skip--"

"If you're done flirting, let's go."

You eyes dart upwards until they made contact with the owner of the voice.

Taehyun stood at one end of the table, his hands in his pockets and backpack slung over one shoulder. He had a unfathomable expression on his face as he waited for you to gather the rest of your belongings and leave with him.

Once you were all packed up and on your way out of the library, he couldn't help but toss a question your way.

"Are you really doing Math or just wasting your time?", he shook his head disapprovingly.

"We were doing Math until you arrived", you grumbled under your breath.

There was a soft silence between the two of you as you climbed down the stairs towards the entrance of the main building.

"I'm not convinced, but alright", he replied.

Huening Kai

The two of you were on a date at the movies when the incident took place.

You had decided to order a huge tub of popcorn at the food counter as you waited for Huening to return from the ticket booth.

Call it the boyfriend sixth sense, but coming back to find you talking to a prick who was standing way too close to you did not rest well with Huening.

When he approached you, he wasted no time in putting his arm on your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

"Y/N, Babe", he interrupted, a tight smile pulling at his face.

"Don't talk to strangers", he berated, aiming the last word at the uninvited guest before him.

You were taken aback by his sudden boldness. As for the the stranger in question- he shuffled in his spot for a couple of seconds before finally rolling his eyes and walking away from the scene.

This was new. You had never seen your boyfriend act the way he did before. Ever. He usually shrugs things off or engulfs himself into a hoodie ball of awkwardness. It was surprisingly uncharacteristic of him to be vexed with someone.

"Babe?"

A delicate kiss on your cheek brought you back to reality. You look up at your boyfriend who was now holding a tub of popcorn, waiting for your response.

"You okay? Show starts in 5 minutes", he smiles down at you.

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[smellysoobin]

making up with txt

/- tbh i would not give these heffers a second chance but you do you 

breaking up with txt 

yeonjun puts his big boy pants and admits that you might be as good looking as him. please take him back, he is trying his hardest. its kinda sad.

soobin, minty breath and all, shows up at your door with flowers. begs you to drop the domestic abuse charge on him. somehow ends up with you taking him back.

beomgyu literally sets up a tent outside your house. won’t leave until he has his girlfriend again. hes in the process of convincing your neighbor to give him money, as he is “homeless”, when you forgive him. your parents still hate him.

taehyun swears he will never pull grammar police on you again. you make him do your homework for the rest of the year seeing as he is “so smart”. 

hueningkai promises he will take things more seriously from now on! look he even made you this crafty heart that he bought a kit for at micheal’s. how romantic. 

[smellysoobin]

omg can you do txt and their favorite movies or genres?? kinda interested in what they'd put on for movie nights. love your works btw you're so funny <33

/- thank u hottie, here u go (also im not familiar with korean movies so lets just pretend they like american movies ok ??) 

soobin is a rom com boy for sure. he's giving 10 things i hate about you vibes. (sorry i love this movie) BUT HE IS THE BIGGEST UGLY CRIER LMAOO CANNOT HANDLE IT.

yeonjun likes sci fi. like i just know hes one of those weird star wars mfs. will try and talk to you about them, but aint no one paying attention to the plot when anakin is that hot.

beomgyu likes comedies. but like the REALLY dumb fucking ones. step brothers and superbad are literally his favorites. he can recite the “i changed my name to mclovin” scene from memory.

taehyun probably is a horror buff. its cool but hes literally FUCKING insane and watches them at midnight at night. like how can a mf sleep peacefully after that??

hueningkai probably likes specific animated movies. like the “not-really-for-kids-but-kinda” loop like shrek or the bee movie. honestly i dont take him as a movie watcher though, he probably talks the whole time <33