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Just Friends
pairing: beomgyu x reader
summary: Just friends, just friends. That's all there is, all there's ever been but have you really ever been just friends?
warnings: gn reader, dom reader, sub beomgyu, thigh riding, handjob, lots of groping, car sex, mentions of masturbation, possibly more that i forgot
word count: 2.2k
a/n: writer's block is so real, i literal pulled this out of a sleep-deprived haze at 4 in the morning so feedback would be appreciated<3
Just friends. He tells himself over and over again.
Just friends. You tell yourself over and over again.
But friends don't do things like this on rainy nights in the back of your car. With your windows fogging up and the only light coming from a lone streetlight from the corner of the parking lot.
Friends don't clutch his hips, grinding him down against your thigh. Friends don't pant heavily at the feeling of his fingernails digging deep into the skin of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.
At least they shouldn't.
But maybe you and Beomgyu have never really been 'just friends'.
"God," but it's never gone this far before. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"
Sure there's been teasing touches and lingering looks, meaningful conversations that maybe meant more than either of you had wanted to admit.
But you hadn't expected it to go this far.
To have him clinging to you. To have his lips all over your neck and your hands all in his hair.
To have his pants discarded somewhere in the back along with his boxers in your haste...
To have his dick rubbing against the rough material of your jeans. To have him sobbing into your ear to not stop, to never stop, that he'll die without your touch.
You suppose your best friend has always been a touch dramatic.
If you could even call him that anymore-your best friend.
"Don't worry baby," every nerve ending in his body feels like it's on fire. His ears feel like they're ringing, replaying your words over and over like a broken record. "I won't."
It feels so good, it hurts so bad.
Tears stream down his face from both-from everything. From you calling him baby like he's yours. With so much affection and adoration, like he's the most important thing in the world to you right now.
Like he isn't shaking against you, crying out like some kind of wounded animal (in heat), thinking or maybe even muttering how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants you so bad, how he'll die before he lets you go.
Your hand guides his lips to yours, soft and sweet and hungry. Devouring every one of his whines up and replying with your own want for more, kissing him like your life depends on it. You'd always thought that he'd sound pretty, but not this pretty, not this pathetic or needy.
"Fuck, Beomgyu."
Your mouth clashes against his over and over, saliva dripping down his chin as he tries and fails in trying not to drool. You're too preoccupied in nipping at his lips that you're faintly aware of his hands slipping under your shirt until they're on your chest, squeezing and exploring everything he's only fantasized of.
He hasn't felt this good before. Ever. Not from past partners or from his own hand. Toys feel like nothing compared to this, the unforgiving bite of denim somehow lightyears better than vibrators and dildos and whatever else he's used to replicate your touch.
The friction makes him feel like he's burning but his hips just rut faster. He wishes it was your skin, soft and comfortable and you-but he doesn't think he can be patient enough. Doesn't think he can find it in himself to let go of you long enough for you to take your pants off. He has his nose in your hair and the taste of you on his tongue, and he can't stop now.
He can't stop. Not when he's wanted this for so, so long.
Okay, so maybe you've never truly been 'just friends'.
Well, maybe before that first time you were out at a party together and a friend of a friend approached Beomgyu, trying to talk him up while you stood right next to him.
Before you'd watched, something ugly simmering in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't fully decipher-that you weren't sure you wanted to decipher.
It was only until Beomgyu shot you a pleading look that you were able to keep your cool and then you'd very kindly told that friend of a friend to back the fuck off and leave the two of you alone.
And maybe, just maybe Beomgyu had gone home that night and let his hand wander past his waistband to wrap around his aching cock.
Jesus christ.
With each stroke of his hand he conjured your image in his mind. It was you looking at him, watching him-touching him. Talking to him in that same cold, mean voice you had talked to that friend of a friend.
Hating him and loving him all in one, rough and cruel but soft and caring. He wanted all of it, all of you.
And then afterwards it was basking in an afterglow of remembering the way that your eyes softened once again when they landed on him and your hand touched his shoulder and you asked if he was okay.
Friends do this...right? He'd thought, not ready yet to admit that maybe it was something more.
Just friends that brought you to his apartment a few weeks later, slightly ashamed and very drunk and looking for some kind of comfort after you'd been out drinking for better part of the night.
Just friends that had your hands all over his body and your lips all over his throat, sloppy wet kisses making his head spin and his body heat up. That'd had you shoving him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, pushing your knee between his legs as your cold hands slithered up his shirt in search of warm, smooth skin to lay claim on as yours.
Just friends with the way that you promptly passed out on top of him and conveniently remembered nothing of the night before. Of groping your best friend, of telling him how pretty he was, of whispering that he was a good boy.
'I want you.'
'You're so pretty.'
'Perfect.'
'My good boy.'
'Mine.'
Friends don't know the way his moans sound. Or the way his skin feels against yours.
Like tonight,
A movie. That was all it was supposed to be.
Platonic. Friends. Just going to see a movie together, get dinner after. Nothing more.
"Touch me! G-od, please touch me!" His hand flies up, fingers dig into your wrist as he pulls it down between his legs, his dick throbbing and needy.
It feels so much better-your hand-your skin, your fingers loosely wrapping around him, teasingly rubbing at the tip. "And why should I baby? Have you been good? Have you been a good boy?"
He doesn't know.
He doesn't knowHe doesn't knowHe doesn't know.
All he knows is you.
Just friends shouldn't let things get to this point.
...Oh well.
A movie. A quiet theatre. Darkness and eyes all too often glancing at the profile of the other.
A tension palpable in the air as fingers brushed against each other to grab popcorn. Hands aching, itching to hold each other. An agonizing one hundred and twenty minutes.
Nothing though.
Only getting into the car afterwards and driving off.
"What do you want to eat?" He only shrugs in reply and you roll your eyes. "Helpful."
"Well I dunno," he thinks, "the usual? I can place an order to your place and we should get back before it gets there."
You hum in reply. "It's late though, you planning to stay over for the night?"
"...Sure."
Hesitation. He can only think of the last time you stayed the night. So long ago now, he'd avoided either of you spending the night at the others ever since. From fear? From preservation? Or from hoping that your frustration would break the dam first.
'I want you.'
'Mine.'
Words that flash through his mind unbridled. Sounds and touches that flood his brain
'My good boy.'
He swallows, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of the phone. Trying to hope the darkness blankets how red his face has turned.
"Hey could you pull over here?"
"Sure?" You'd glanced over at him and the question on your face evident.
He didn't elaborate though and you didn't ask.
You'd pulled into a mostly empty parking lot. Only a few cars left in front of a grey, drab building. Parked beside a flickering streetlight that continued for a few minutes before doing out completely. Certainly the furthest thing from being romantic by any means.
Nothing specific broke the tension, the unspoken rules.
But the next thing the either of you know is he's on your lap clawing at you aimlessly, pure desire fuelling him to do such pathetic things. Like telling you how horny he is and how bad he needs you.
You don't seem to have any problem with his confession though.
Responding in turn rather appropriately you'd think. And then your lips are against his and you're tugging at his clothes and touching his body like he's your last lifeline.
And then you're in the backseat of the car, his pants and boxers discarded into the back, your lips curled into a smirk against his skin.
And then you're here.
Doing things that friends certainly should not be doing.
"M' a good boy, promise! Please, I'll be your good boy!"
You'd imagined how his face would look all fucked out all but a million times in the dead of night, thinking about things you certainly should not have been thinking about.
But you'd never know that your imagination would do absolutely no justice to the real thing.
To his lips slick with your spit and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Eyes fluttering like he's fighting to merely keep them open with every sensation he's feeling.
"Pretty~" you mutter.
Bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone-good thing it's nearly scarf season. Or bad thing, you're not sure you want him to hide these or if you want him to parade them around, show off your claim to him to everyone.
"So fucking pretty it's not fair-" a high, needy whine climbs up his throat and he lets it, because you don't even have to say it, he knows how much you love hearing how good you make him feel.
His eyebrows tug together as if in concentration. Concentration to stay sane while you let him fuck into your hand.
You trail a finger over his cheekbone, collecting a tear while everything within him tries not to let this end, because it can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet and he's not sure he can go again until later-if there is a later.
You lick the tear off your finger and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. "Not fucking fair to make me wait this long. Such a tease, such a whore."
Fingers press against his lips and he opens with zero hesitation. This is what you want, this is what he wants-more than anything.
You pull them out all too soon and replace your fingers with your tongue, letting him suck it into his mouth with a moan.
Your grip tightens, your hand moves faster and faster and his toes curl. Too much, too much-he can't...it can't, he doesn't want this to be over-
"No!"
His head falls into your neck with a strangled scream as he cums into your hand, staining your jeans and his shirt. You stroke him still to prolong the pleasure, milking him dry of everything he has before he lets out the first whine of protest and you stop.
"Please,"
His breath comes out in rushed pants, his head a jumbled mess of "more, please more-" followed by incoherent babbles and then, finally, "I can go again, wanna...wanna go again. Just...use me, use me however you want." as his hips work still, even if it only works against what he really wants, releasing pained whimpers all the while from the self-inflicted overstimulation.
You smile and he can practically hear it before he's flipped into his back, spread out and pinned against the slightly uncomfortable seats of your car as you press apart his legs, eyes roving over him before beginning to undo your pants.
"Use you, huh baby?"
Yes.
However you want. Use him however you want. That's all he wants. All he's wanted for so long.
The pads of your fingers press against his thigh, too close and he squirms with oversensitivity.
"We'll still be friends after this though right?"
He lets out a noise between a cry and an affirmation, eyes sliding shut as your body presses against his.
"Friends!" He gasps.
Your fingers lace together. You smile.
"But not just friends now are we...?"
a/n: y'all please forgive me if this is absolute bullshit. i feel like i haven't written anything for real in forever and i feel like rusty now lol. but lmk what you think (to possibly give me inspo to write more lol😭)
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smau ; right place, wrong person.
eleven. bro is begging
pairing ; idol!beomgyu x gn!reader
summary ; in which a failed proposal at a txt send-off leads y/n to beomgyu, who can’t help but meddle a little bit.
author's note ; just realised i have a LOT planned so this is a (painfully?) SLOW burn beware :)
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Hii!! It’s been a while since I requested something here, but I had an idea yesterday soo 🎉
Okay, first I saw that in TXT’s comeback showcase Soobin was coughing a lot, so my idea was gn reader Taking care of Soobin because he’s upset because he got sick right on comeback day. He gets annoyed at first but ends up crying in your arms because his throat is sore and his nose is congested so he can’t sing well and feels like he’ll mess everything up.
I imagined it with soobin first but this would be really cute with Beomgyu too. Please do whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you!!! 💕💕
BE MY ETERNITY, SAY MY NAME
pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count 623
notes: thank you for requesting !! i just posted a soobin fic so i chose beomgyu for this one, i hope you like it <33 implied 06th member kinda, beomgyu cries a little bit, starting a 2k event pls consider checking it out !! title from txt - deja vu
“are you alright?” beomgyu’s tired eyes only meet your own for a second before he nods, brushing your concerns off with a simple “i’m fine” mumbled beneath his breath. you weren’t the first person who had asked him that dreaded question that afternoon, but you were the first person who called him out on the lie.
beomgyu pauses when you reach over, gently resting your hand against his shoulder. he can feel the way your eyes study his features: red-rimmed eyes; sluggish movements; quiet, raspy words. all the tell-tale signs of the flu.
“are you sure?” you’re closer now, reaching up to rest the back of your free hand against his forehead. beomgyu’s skin is slightly clammy and overly warm to the touch. “you feel really warm. did you catch a cold?”
“...i feel fine.” the words are hollow. beomgyu poorly stifles a cough beneath his breath - like his scratchy throat is karma for trying to lie to you. “my throat just hurts a little.”
you don’t believe him. he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow just a little bit and how your hand has now fallen to his side, your arm wrapping around beomgyu’s waist to support him - even indirectly. “let’s take a break. you can lie down for a little while.”
you’re coaxing him to rest. to go to sleep - hopefully long enough to starve off the worst of the sickness before it comes. you won’t say the words outright because you know he’ll deny you in the hopes of making it through the rest of the week without having to mention how he feels like he’ll fall over if he stands upright for too long or how his nose is so stuffy that he can’t breathe properly. he knows exactly what you’re doing.
but unfortunately for beomgyu, he can’t say no to you. and laying down for a while doesn’t sound like the worst thing right now.
“okay,” he nods, silently following after you. you smile softly when he agrees, slowly leading him towards your bedroom. beomgyu bites his tongue as you guide him towards your bed before you pull the blankets over him. he almost feels a little helpless - forcibly wrapped up in your covers and being unable to stand for more than a few minutes without becoming dizzy.
he doesn’t protest when you slide into the empty space beside him. instead, beomgyu wraps his arms around you, leaning his face against your chest. you pull him a little closer in return, gently rubbing a hand against his back. “you don’t have to push yourself this hard, you know. it’s okay to ask for a break.”
he remains silent for a few minutes. you don’t ask for a response; your hand rubs soothing circles against his skin. your reassurance is given without any expectation for a response.
“i just… don’t want to let anybody down,” beomgyu whispers. he sniffles before nuzzling himself even closer to you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck. “we worked so hard on the comeback and now i can’t even perform it.”
“you could never let us down. i know how hard you worked for this, and so does everybody else,” beomgyu clings to you a little tighter when you move your hand upwards to run your hand through his hair. the strands are soft as you tangle them between your fingers. your nails gently massage against his scalp. “all that matters is that you try your best. and i know that you do.”
beomgyu doesn’t answer. at least, not verbally. he simply closes his eyes, letting your whispered reassurances fill the room and hoping you don’t mind the stray tears that occasionally land against the skin of your neck.
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some things you learned about love. ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: writers block kind of being a bitch rn. get friendzoned lol😂. its so easy and difficult to write angst ykwim?? count how many times i said ‘love’ here.
💫: Bsf!Beomgyu x GN Reader
Content: Just pure Unrequited Love with best friend Beomgyu.
WC: 817
It hurts. It hurts being the bestest of friends with Beomgyu. As well as being in love with him. It’s ironic, isn’t it? The person who makes your whole day better with just their mere presence, also makes it worse.
The constant reminders that he would never be yours lurk at the back of your head, but you paid no mind. If being his friend is the only way to keep him here, then so be it. You don’t care anymore.
You don’t care if all those hugs dragged on too long because you wished to hold him in your arms, as your lover. If you held his hand unusually tight so he wouldn’t run away and be yours forever. You continuously stare at his eyes that would not look back that same way you do, whatsoever.
For him, he hugs you for so long because he has a lot of affection to display. He holds your hand, not for the reason you desperately want him to convey. He looks at you endearingly, unbeknownst to him, you return it in a different way.
His oblivion truly knows no bounds. Unfortunately for you, this would cause you to be stuck in a constant loop.
The loop of you falling in love with him, realizing it can’t be, and then he does a stupidly endearing thing, triggering the cycle all over again.
He taught you so much about this trivial thing called love. Yet, he can’t be your love. Your whole life, feels like falling apart just because of him. Why? Just because he happened to take the chance of being your first love? Or is it because of all the little things he showed you that love could be?
Giving you meaningless things he found that you would keep for years onwards.
Sharing his earphones to you so you both could escape this mundane world and listen to his playlist instead.
Giving you the fuller, well made drink to enjoy (after sipping on it himself obviously).
Long, thought over birthday letters from him for you to melt over as you read it in your room.
Remembering each of your favorite colors so he knows which item to get with which color.
Idiotic, really. Everyone would know these actions don’t automatically mean romantic. So why did your heart decide to take it otherwise? It grows painfully heavier by the minute as you think that, it won’t be you. Somewhere, in the future, someone else will steal his heart. His precious, precious heart that you want only for yourself. Cruel, is it not? He, unknowingly, shamelessly, steals your entire heart but ends up not giving his to you in return.
To him, who reminds you of days where the sun is close to setting and it’s so pretty…but suddenly, there’s rain. The rain isn’t heavy, no. Just weightless drops accompanied by the sun’s warmth. That’s why it’s so Beomgyu to you.
His presence consists of the sun warming your monotonous days that limps along the passing seconds, minutes and hours. But it also has its rain. The pattering of rain reminds you that he’s always here. He’ll always let you know he’s here. Despite all that…what is real, you threw to the very back of your mind. Hoping to be forgotten. The continuous sound of the rain tells you that it simply cannot be. A story of you and him? It would be lost to a book filled with fantasy, tied to a tragic ending. You wouldn’t want that, would you? You wouldn’t want to see his smile fade away.
It prevents you from reaching out to the full warmth of the sun; you’ll get drenched on by the rain. The sound of the raindrops is comforting, albeit regretful. His ceaseless presence that supposedly provides you comfort, still keeps reminding you of your painful reality. You should’ve never fallen for him from the very start. You shouldn’t have but you did anyways.
How could you not? After all the time you spent with him, it would be impossible not to fall. You fall yet again and again with no regards to how hopeless your situation is. Yeah, it still hurts but you can numb it out…a bit.
You hope that one day, you will stop falling in love with him. Somewhere, there will be someone who like you like you like him. You will bring along all the love that you had stored in your heart and give it to someone else.
Then we move on and forget.
But how?
There are some things you learn about love. This one, however, is the only thing you cannot bring yourself to understand. How would you move on and forget about someone like him? You really don’t know but…
Until then, you’ll stay by his side, even if he stays in yours for not the same reason as you.
A/N: no you guys dont see that laufey and w2e reference shhhh. also no. neither did i expect the rhymes lol. the sun and raining scene was inspired by what actually happened while i was writing this.
also guys pls dont look like bots. how am i supposed to know ur a breathing human😞 just put a cute little pfp or smth and thats good enough. im getting worried my stuffs are just being liked by bots lol.
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⚝ LIFE SUPPORT
Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.
Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader
Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.
Part 1.
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txt reaction to you asking to suck them off for the first time.
txt x gn reader
[note: i'm only writing smut for the choi line in txt. i don't feel comfy writing smut for huening kai and taehyun.]
☾ Choi Yeonjun
He pauses with his lips against the skin of your neck, unsure if he heard what he thinks he heard. He pulls back to look at you and asks you to say it again.
“I want to suck your cock,” you say, looking into his eyes, voice raw with desire. He kisses your nose, your lips, your cheek.
His warm breath tickles your ear as he says, “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
You get on your knees and undo his jeans, looking up at him with adoration. It’s taking all of his will power to remain calm. His breath gets caught in his throat when he feels your tongue taste him for the first time.
He lifts a hand to your face, his thumb caressing your jaw. He closes his eyes when you take him into your mouth. His heart is beating so hard, he thinks it’ll kill him, and goddamn, what a way to go.
☾ Choi Soobin
Soobin licks your release from his lips as he makes his way back up your body. He grins to himself at the blissed out smile on your face. This is everything he wants. You panting beneath him, happy and content because he made you feel so damn good. He kisses your neck softly, and you ask him if you can suck him off.
His eyes widen and his cheeks dimple with his smile.
“You sure you want to?” He asks, just to be sure. “You don’t have to.”
You nod, brushing his hair out if his face.
“Please, Bin?” Electricity travels the length of his spine. “Please let me suck your cock. Want it so bad.”
He would never deny you when you ask so sweetly. He sits back on his calves and pulls you up with him. He gives you a languorous kiss, trying to impress upon your body that there is no pressure and you can stop at anytime.
You push him onto his back and pull his joggers down just enough. When your lips touch the tip of his dick, he shivers with pleasure. You’re absolutely perfect to him.
☾ Choi Beomgyu
Beomgyu wakes up with you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest, and he can’t imagine anything better than this. He hugs you tighter and you wish him good morning.
“Mm, didn’t realize you’re awake.” He kisses the back of your neck.
“Mhm,” you agree. You feel his morning wood against your ass and and chuckle.
“What’s funny?” He asks.
You reach behind you and take him in hand, “You’re hard.”
“Think that’s funny?” He says, nipping your ear and rolling onto his back, pulling you with him. “Gonna help me out with it?”
You know he’s joking, but you answer honestly, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Mhm, wanna suck you off.”
He quirks an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
You roll over and straddle him, sticking your hand down his pants, “Please, Gyu?”
He's quiet for a moment and you kiss his chest and stomach before looking up at him again.
“You can do whatever you want with me,” he grins, brushing your hair back.
You kiss his hip and pull his shorts down.
When your tongue touches his cock, he moans.
“God, you’re the best,” he chuckles breathlessly.
And he fucking means it.
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> summary : bsf!txt as texts me and my bsf have had, part two
> warnings : crack ? profanity, me & my friend aren't that funny, suggestive jokes, reader not understanding 'Heathers' references, reader is a vegetarian bc i say so, mentions of a gun being held at Kai's head, gn! reader lmk if I missed anything REST OF THE MEMBERS UNDER CUT !
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→ choi yeonjun, choi soobin & choi beomgyu
→ kang taehyun & huening kai
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⋆Tall Enough - Beomgyu⋆
⋆Special Thanks Too: Beomgyu, TxT
⋆Note: not sure if this was requested or not, I can't seem to find who it came from so...HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Only 5 more days not even a week left!! I had emo Gyu in my head while I wrote this so....
⋆Prompt: Tree Topper
⋆Taglist: @mxlly143 - @jisvngc0re1 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid
⋆TW: teasing : low-key ass hole beomgyu : mentions of cookies and popcorn : cocky beomgyu : joke mention of gaslighting :
12-18-23
Beomgyu watched with an amused smirk on his face, as you struggled to reach the top of the tree. You and Beomgyu decided to decorate the tree together, by together I mean he's leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face while he watched you struggle to reach the high points, eventually giving up to help you. But this time he didn't help you, he didn't even comment, pulling out his phone he quickly snapped a picture setting it as his lock screen.
"Gyu!" You turned around the semi heavy star in your hand, "your tall enough to reach come help" you said holding out the star, Beomgyus smile grew "why? I'm sure eventually you'll get it up there" he said amused, your pout grew "please! Ill bake those cookies you really like" you said putting on your best puppy eyes. Beomgyu shrugged "you still owe me those for helping you reach the popcorn last night" he said flipping his head to get his bangs out his eyes.
"are you serious..." You said dropping the cute act, beomgyu nodded "100% I would never lie to you" he said in a defensive tone holding his hands up in a surrender motion, "are you trying to gaslight me?" You asked narrowing your eyes at him, Beomgyu laughed "of course I am" he joked walking up to you, turning you by your shoulders making you face the tree, before you could question Beomgyu grabbed your hips and hoisted you up.
Squealing you quickly tried to regain your poster, taking a moment before reaching up and putting the tree topper on, once getting it settled Beomgyu sat you down, your feet gently touching the ground as you held yourself up. "Thank you" you sighed looking at the tree seeing if anything needed to be fixed "your welcome I guess" Beomgyu shrugged waving his hand dismissively.
While you fixed the tree Beomgyu went to grab blankets scattered about your shared apartment, making a small nest like thing on the couch he put the movie you didn't get to finish last night on. Sitting on the couch waiting for you to join him.
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could you write something with sub!beomgyu who acts jealous after you spent a little bit too much time with another txt member, he gets super pouty and possessive over you and you're not sure why until it finally clicks and you make it up to him? <33 it can be short! i love ur work, thank u for feeding us in the sub!txt drought
i am happy to keep the people fed!! as proven with my most recent overspending in buying txt albums and their recent deco kit (which i can't even regret, it's so fucking cute </3), making sure they have dinner on their tables frfr, but thank you so much for the compliments!! as for jealous clingy beomgyu yesyesyesyesyesyesy-
☆ very very very suggestive but it never actually gets to smut? idk how to rate this
☆ 1967 words (whoops) (i made up for how long it took me to post with the length)
☆ jealous beomgyu, hair pulling, tiny tiny leg riding/dry humping (im starting to notice a pattern of things that i like to write bye), mean talk but it's more condescending than actually mean
beomgyu knew it wasn't right for him to feel this jealous. i mean, seriously, there's no way you'd ever look at hueningkai the same way you looked at him. but still, he can't help the way he monitors your interactions with the maknae out of the corner of his eye.
it was just the way the two of you played around so much, so touchy. always light slaps on each other's arms, giggling and laughing right in front of him, and he smiles and laughs too because he loves you both so much, but he just can't help the thoughts creeping in. what if there was something going on? maybe you liked the idea of younger, taller men-
beomgyu almost wanted to kick himself for thinking that way. you wouldn't do that to him in a million years, and huenginkai wasn't that type of person either. but still, he winces at the curl of jealousy in his stomach as the two of you play around during your friday gaming sesh.
he hadn't even noticed he was staring until you did, catching his eye and giving him such a loving, happy smile that it made his stomach do flips. how could he ever doubt you?
"you okay?" you ask lightly, tilting your head and looking so content that he couldn't help but smile back.
"i'm doing great," he replies, doing his best not to side-eye the shit out of you and one of his closest friends for the rest of the night. to his credit, you didn't seem to notice anything, only pouting and kissing him sweetly once you had to go back to your own apartment.
he loves seeing you smile, he realizes (although it really wasn't anything new) as he watches you jokingly blow him a kiss goodbye. he catches it and cheesily tucks it in into his pocket, making you giggle. he just really really doesn't like anyone else to be the reason you smile.
and everything's fine until beomgyu starts acting weird enough for it to be brought to your attention.
"you haven't come over for our gaming fridays in a while!" hueningkai complains one day, the comment meant to be light and off-handed. but it makes you pause, hand stuck midway into a box of popsicles. you were here in the boys' dorm for the first time in weeks, waiting for beomgyu to finish getting ready to go to a new boba place that opened a little while ago.
you hadn't even noticed how many gaming fridays the two of you had missed, but now that you thought about it, it's definitely been more than 4 already. beomgyu had been insisting on dates a lot more recently, going out to eat or watching a movie, or maybe just chilling and cuddling on the couch—in your apartment. you didn't even notice the way the time was flying by, more invested in your boyfriend's pretty eyes, his soft lips trailing kisses down your neck and on your collarbone, fingertips pressing into your skin as he begs you to call him yours.
"huh, yeah, i guess it has been a while," you ponder, finally pulling out a popsicle before patting huenginkai's head with your free hand. "you can count on me being here next friday," you promise, ruffling his hair and giggling at his whines and protests. so caught up in your platonic affection for the boy, you didn't even notice beomgyu until his arms were wrapped around your waist, chin plopped on your shoulder.
"i'm ready now, let's go," he huffs, words muffled into your clothes. you halt your ministrations, biting down the last of your popsicle before giving hueningkai one last smile.
"alright, be a doll and throw this away for me please! thank you-" you shove the popsicle stick in huenginkai's hand, barely able to finish your words before beomgyu is tugging you towards the door. you let out a noise of surprise, but let your boyfriend drag you to the door as you frown in confusion. hastily returning hueningkai's worried wave of goodbye before you're out, you wonder what has beomgyu so riled up.
"woah, hey, is everything alright?" you question, stumbling a bit in your attempt to keep up with his pace. his grip on your hand is tight, possessive, but there's a pout on his lips. beomgyu's the type to pout cutely, trying to appeal to you or get on your nerves, but this time he seems genuinely upset.
he doesn't answer your question, and you fall into a heavy silence as you walk down the darkening street, the warm rays of sunset making beomgyu look pretty even when he's upset. you don't say anything until you're passing by your apartment (you really didn't live far from them).
tugging on the hand the still hasn't let go, you force him to look at you, irritated and not bothering to hide the glare in your eyes as you look at him for the first time in 7 minutes.
"what the hell is up with you?" you hiss, your aggravated tone visibly making beomgyu flinch as bothered look only worsens. he looks away from you, opting to stay silent as he stares at the brick walls of your apartment complex. your patience only thins, and beomgyu yelps as you harshly shake your hand out of grip.
"look, if you're upset then we don't have to go on this date, because i have no clue why you're even mad at me for-"
"i'm not mad at you," beomgyu grumbles, holding his discarded hand close to him as he still stubbornly refuses to make eye contact with you.
"then what is it," you sigh out, exasperated.
a few more beats of silence pass by before beomgyu lets out a noise of discomfort- embarrassment. he groans and brings up a hand to mess with his mullet, "it's just...i don't like how you keep spending so much time with hueningkai" he admits, ears burning red as he stares at the floor.
you stare at him, shock and just a bit of relief flooding through you. you finally let a long, tired sigh escape you. your boyfriend wasn't mad, he was just fucking stupid.
"come on," you command, turning around and starting to walk up the stairs to your apartment. you make it up a few steps before turning around, beomgyu watching you with wide and confused eyes. your own eyes narrow at the sight.
"now."
the tone of your voice makes beomgyu startle and hastily walk up the stairs behind you. he didn't mean to get you mad, he thinks sulkily. maybe you were mad at the fact that he was jealous, mad over the fact that he had the audacity to get possessive when he obviously didn't own you.
you feel his gloom behind you as you walk up to your apartment door, but don't say anything, opting for silence. it's only when your keys jangle to open the white door that there's finally any noise, and you motion beomgyu to go inside first once it swings open. he hesitates before stepping in, hearing the door eventually close behind him as you walk in as well.
he only has a few moments to acknowledge your presence before suddenly he's gasping as the wind gets partially knocked out of him, pinned against the door.
he wants to wince at the feeling of his back crashing against the wood, but he doesn't get much time to think as your lips crash onto his. he whimpers into your mouth, lips parting open to let you have your way with him as his arms drape over your shoulders and claw at your back. one of your hands grips at his waist, the other gripping his chin in order to lead the kiss where you want.
his lips are soft and you can faintly taste the honey from his lip balm, but it's not nearly as sweet as the feeling of beomgyu melting into your body. he manages to groan out your name as you pull back, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth in a way that has him staring back at you with a pathetic expression.
you let go and his lip falls back into place with a wet 'pop' and you take this time to properly glare down (metaphorically, the bitch is 5'11 </3) at the man.
"jealous, huh?" you scoff, making beomgyu wince as he whines at your mean tone.
"you were just being really touchy with him! always giggling and shit during our gaming fridays," he huffed, his worries finally revealed. the mention of the gaming days makes your eye physically twitch. no wonder he's been scheduling friday dates all of a sudden, this brat.
"touchy? touchy how?" you press on, voice cold as you focus on making the man squirm under you. you roughly shove your leg in between his thighs, ripping a mix between a gasp and a moan from his throat as it presses against the half-hardness of his dick. "like this?" you ask, peering dangerously close at his expression as he pouts and hesitantly shakes his head no.
"not like that? what about this?" you reach up to grab a fistful of black hair and yank beomgyu's head back, earning a soft cry as his head thunks against the wood of your door. you suck and bite harshly at the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling him squirm in your hold as you force the flesh red and irritated. beomgyu doesn't know if he should focus on the throbbing pain in his scalp or on the way he's steadily getting turned on by your aggressiveness.
"probably not, huh," you comment, releasing his hair to softly grab at his chin again. his eyes are barely focused, and you almost want to coo at the pretty sight of his dazed look and spit covered lips. you fucking adored beomgyu, it almost offended you that he thought you'd be looking at other guys.
"still think i'd touch hueningkai like this? think i'd like having him here instead of you?" you ask harshly, seeing beomgyu wince as he tried to shake his head no despite the grasp you have on his hair. his vision starts to get blurry, and he realizes that his eyes have started to water up, but either you don't notice or don't care enough to stop talking.
"you've got some nerve to be accusing me of looking at other people the way i look at you, choi beomgyu," you scold, releasing his hair in order to grab his chin again and tilt his head up to look at you properly. "couldn't look at anyone else even if i tried, so fucking pretty that it hurts my feelings sometimes," you simper, attempting to sweet talk but it only makes beomgyu feel like he owes you an apology even more.
"m' sorry," he mumbles, head drooping in shame. you almost laugh at the sight, sighing affectionately before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. beomgyu stills against your lips before crumbling at the affection, body melting against yours before he's gasping into your mouth. you can feel the way his back arches and his body presses into you, your knee pressing harshly against his clothed dick.
"it's ok, you know how to make it up to me," you smile, beomgyu's hair tickling your cheek as his head falls forward onto your shoulder. his hips slowly start to rock against your leg, precum staining his boxers at the friction—at the feeling of your body caging him in. you grab the arch of his back, roughly forcing his hips harder into you as he cries out your name against your neck.
guess you'd just have to reschedule your date for later.
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You were tired, it had been a long day for you so of course the only thing you could think of was getting back home, flopping yourself onto your fluffy bed, and going to bed.
And that was precisely what you were doing, making your way back home after your date with your boyfriend Beomgyu. You both had hopped into a taxi late at night and went out for dinner.
You didn't want to cook and your were worn out so you decided to text Beomgyu if he wanted to go get dinner with you so that you wouldn't have to go alone.
Truthfully, saying ‘dinner date' sounded too fancy for only going to a simple and cheap fast food restaurant. Couples made the word dinner sound too luxurious when in reality, a simple trip to subway could also be categorized as a dinner date.
This taxi luckily had a bit more privacy due to the curtain that hung between the driver and back seats, of course that would not muffle your voices but something was something.
Beomgyu leaned over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, giving you the very needed comfort as he noticed you falling asleep.
“You're making me more sleepy than I already am-” you muttered, hearing him hold back a chuckle as he lightly played with your hair.
You looked up at your boyfriend who looked back at you, feeling your gaze become stuck on him as you were unable to pull your eyes away. He grinned.
“Am I just that hot that you can't even look away?” he teased, the smirk never fading off his face as you frowned, shaking your head rapidly while doing an ‘x’ with your fingers.
“Not at all, I just got l-”
“You just got lost in my eyes.” He interrupted, making you lean up and slap his chest, “What the heck Beomgyu?” this time he burst out laughing, making you roll your eyes.
Choi Beomgyu, never had any shame even when it came to a public setting. You were unfortunately somewhat grateful for him because if it hadn't been for his unseriousness and immature behavior you probably would've been sound asleep by now.
You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his warm breath touch your hair as he lightly brushed your shoulder with his hand.
“You better not go to sleep, I'm not your personal pillow.” He scolded, to which you simply nodded.
“I'm sorry, but upon signing the contract of being my boyfriend, you agreed to all the terms and policies which includes: Being my personal pillow.” You finished, causing him to pout which made you begin chuckling, slowly feeling your voice fade as your eyes naturally shut.
He looked back at you, lifting an eyebrow upon hearing your heavy breathing and eyes gently pushed against one another. He smiled, partly chuckling in disbelief that you actually ended up falling asleep. However he knew you deserved it and it would break his heart to wake you up.
Knowing how far away your house was from here, he reminded himself of his own place which was only a couple minutes away. He also didn't have the key to your place and he didn't want to look through your personal belongings.
He leaned over to the driver seat, lightly patting the driver on the shoulder.
“Can we switch the location?”
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smau ; right place, wrong person.
fifteen. y/n in da washig machine
pairing ; idol!beomgyu x gn!reader
summary ; in which a failed proposal at a txt send-off leads y/n to beomgyu, who can’t help but meddle a little bit.
author's note ; y/n will be the new party thrower mark my words
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guitar strings | choi beomgyu
synopsis: your boyfriend teaches you how to play the guitar.
pairing: idol!choi beomgyu x gn!reader
genre: established relationship, idol au (on gyu’s end), fluff
warnings: mentions of scars, touchy gyu, gyu encourages reader, gyu is deeply in love with reader <3
“baby,” beomgyu hummed against your skin as you sat on his lap, his guitar on your own as you attempted to play the strings to his acoustic guitar. “do you need my help?”
you asked your boyfriend to teach you how to play the guitar, and it resulted in you struggling to read his annotated sheet music in the iconic livestream room of hybe.
“no, i’ve got this, seriously,” you said exasperatedly, struggling to read the several lines of notes, your hands awkwardly shifting around the fretboard of the guitar.
“sweetheart, it’s okay if you need help.” beomgyu placed his slender fingers on yours, leading your fingers to the correct frets, helping you strum the guitar with his hands in yours.
“doesn’t that feel better?” beomgyu hummed, his scarred fingertips, presumably from playing his guitar, resting on yours, pressing a gentle, encouraging kiss to the side of your head.
you flushed at his touch, struggling to remain focused on the music. you smiled as he peppered you with sweet kisses everytime you played a chord correctly.
once you played through the whole entire song with a few mishaps, he praised you relentlessly, smothering you in kisses, proud of you. he was genuinely touched that you were willing to give guitar a try, an instrument he has dedicated himself to.
“i’m so proud of you, darling.” beomgyu hummed against your lips, pulling you in for another celebratory kiss before you moved on to the next song.
#beomgyu#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu x gn reader#tomorrow x together#txt x reader#txt x you#txt x moa#txt x y/n#beomgyu x you#beomgyu x female reader#beomgyu x male reader#choi beomgyu#beomgyu tomorrow x together
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Sun!Beomgyu x Moon!Reader
Details: Choi Beomgyu x Reader, GN!Reader, Headcanons, 0.63k words. A series in which an idol and their partner are polar opposites.
Warnings: Not proofread, a few curse words if you count acronyms
Last of my planned sun!idols; if there are any others you'd like me to write, let me know, and I'll try my best (TXT, ATZ, or SKZ).
Forget any notions you had about the sun being warm and sweet because this man is a MENACE.
He’s the kind of sun that will melt your ice cream off the cone.
He will not apologize.
When you came into his life, he didn’t really notice.
Well he noticed, but he wasn’t super cognizant of it.
Why did it take him so long to realize?
Because you are, how do I say, a timid mf.
You’d be caught dead before you made yourself the center of attention, and you have a tendency to avoid the people who like that kind of thing.
It’s not like you hold anything against them, they're just… eccentric, and maybe a little annoying, but definitely nothing against them.
So, for a few weeks, as you integrated into Beomgyu’s life, he just didn’t seem to pay any mind to you. Not that you were complaining.
But then as the people around him began to spend more time with you, he found himself wondering why he didn’t interact with you sooner.
While, sure, you’re shy and a little bit quiet, in smaller group settings and one-on-one interactions, you and him have a very similar sense of humor.
You may be a little less upfront or energetic about it, but he thinks you’re so funny.
Though he was drawn to you and wanted to get to know you more, you were kind of… not having it.
He figured you don’t like being the center of attention since you kind of recede into the background of a lot of settings, so he was trying really hard to recede with you. He didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention with him.
Once you realized he was actually trying to make you comfortable and get to know you, you kind of warmed up a bit but were still cautious.
You probably rejected him the first time he asked you on a date.
But it’s okay because you accepted the next time!
Beomgyu never expects you to change for him.
He understands there are certain things that make you uncomfortable, so he dials it back.
He is more than happy to settle down a bit; sometimes he gets a little exhausted putting up a funny and energetic front.
He likes that he can conserve his energy around you.
He’s obviously still himself, so still a bit of a buffoon, but you’re okay with that.
You don’t want him to change for you either, and if that means you have to deal with his shenanigans, then that’s okay.
He will never, however, draw attention to you.
In fact, he actively tries to draw it away from you.
You drop a cup that creates a sound wave equivalent to that of a building collapsing? Suddenly he’s beating up Yeonjun with a pillow he pulled out of thin air (Taehyun trained him well in the art of magic).
Bro is down bad for you.
Like BAD.
His way of thinking is that he came looking for you, so he’s the one responsible for making you comfortable.
You didn’t ask for him to suddenly weasel his way into your life.
You’re not thinking this, but that’s his logic.
When you try to convince him that you’re okay with going out with him to some place where media is a potential issue, he will straight up gaslight you.
“I swear to you, it’s not a big deal. I’m okay if we go out for a while.”
“No you’re not.”
“Bro what.”
Spare him, he’s just worried about you.
Your relationship is really about compromise. You’re both willing to make sacrifices for one another, which is what makes it all work out.
That, and the buffoonery that you both initiate when there aren’t too many people to witness it.
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⚝ CHOI LINE AS DOORDASHIANS
@/gyumibear had made a TXT doordash au way before I did please go read it as well linked here!
TXT Choi line x gn! Reader (except for one chat where yj calls you 'who's a hungry boy')
SYNOPSIS- texts between your dashers and you
WARNINGS-slight cursing
#yawnzbf#male reader#tomorrow x together#choi beomgyu#gn reader#kpop x male reader#kpop x reader#soobin#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x male reader#soobin x male reader#beomgyu x male reader#beomgyu x gn reader#soobin x gn reader#yeonjun x gn reader#doordash#DOORDASHIANS#doordash memes#doordash texts#txt smau#beomgyu
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A Mask, Bedecked in White Crystals ✧˖°.
(Halloween Special!)
💫: Beomgyu x GN Reader
Content: Masquerade ball and you dance with Beomgyu yahay!! Strangers to ??? to enemies.
‼️: Use of knife (but no one is stabbed). Slight cursing.
WC: 2.1k (oh my god i yapped.)
A/N: hehe short (not short) halloween special!! all i ever write about is beomgyu lmfao sorry. this is lowkey cliche and lame but like…who cares..ykyk. Its fine. Idk if this counts as halloween lols. Not sure if I should tag it as fluff or angst. Well its not fluff so angst ig?? But its not rlly sad. I think?… idk you guys give the verdict. not proofread sorry😞 (bru gotta put this below here bc its too long and yall wont see the actual summary help)
The annual All Hallows’s Eve Ball has arrived once again. Hosted on the 31st of October, the lavish and fancy would be invited to come in the most extravagant gowns and suits. They would be encouraged as well to adorn their faces with masks that were dipped in saturated colors.
Too saturated, you thought. You managed to bag yourself an invite, not that it was difficult. You were always invited every year. It’s just this year, you have to attend. Let’s say…there’s a few matters that needs to be addressed.
Though, back to the topic at hand, how do these overly bright colors not hurt anyone’s eyes? Some of them will be far too egoistic and come in the most obnoxiously fancy dresses you’ve ever seen. They act as if they’re attention-seeking harlots who constantly need eyes at them or else they’ll die. You tsk at the behavior of some people but it is what it is, unfortunately. The world was doomed from the very start so might as well get rid of those who make it worse.
Twisting the glass in your hand, you bring it up to your face to watch the drink whirl around. Well, it was certainly a better taste than last year. A bit more sweeter side but still leaving a strong taste on your tongue. Despite all this, you yawn due to your lack of interest in this ball. It’s the same thing every year, honestly. No wonder why people usually bring a plus one. The inexorable desire of humans for connections with others, you sigh at it. Let’s be real here. They’re just setting themselves up for a heartbreak. Let it be a heartbreak from the betrayal of a romantic interest—or fallouts from friendships.
You gave up on those long, long ago. Why would you or anyone for the matter, set themselves up for a relationship that’s bound to fail? That’s just blatantly stupid. You wouldn’t blame them if it were their first time, of course. How would they foresee that? A second time would be understandable because we all give second chances in life. A third is questionable but still tame. Maybe they’re just too desperate for that person. A fourth and beyond though…now that’s just wrong. They must be let go of. Before long, they’ll just do more harm than good.
But maybe, in this world where trust is lost easily, there are just some who turns out to be overly desperate. Perhaps, they lost everything to the point that this certain someone is their only reason left to live. You made sure to never stoop down that low. You learned to live for no one else but yourself. Looking around, guess not all learns that. It was difficult, yes, considering you valued others’ worth more than your own but this world is just shit, okay? It’s just really that bad that you lost all care for the rest of them. This world is so, so big but others just make it seem so small and suffocating. It’s like they’re stealing all the air for themselves and leaving the rest to collect dust.
Who knows? It could be the reason you ended up with a job like this. To rid this world of mistakes and burdens. No, not those who feel like a mistake and burden. We’re all insecure at some point in life, it’s okay. The only ones you shall discard of would be those who proved themselves as a hindrance to the bettering of this earth. Are you evil for this? Perhaps, depending on the person asked. If you were to answer this…it’s simple. You are merely a human getting rid of evil counterparts.
The line between good and bad may seem to have blurred but it’s alright. Whatever brings the saving of this world, you will do. Even if it throws a few morals out the window. I mean, what’s the bad thing here? Disposing of, mind you, evil people? Without them, this place we live on will be so much better. What’s the reason to keep them? They’ll only make everyone’s lives miserable. But of course, not all sees through that. That’s why you’re here. You will so graciously lend your services and discard of them. Throw them to the fires of hell and make them repent for their sins.
You’re not Satan on earth, no. You only serve as the bridge between earth and hell. You guide these low-lives and then let the demon decide of their fate down there.
The sudden music change brings you back to this earth that you dread so much, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sigh, looks like everyone’s going for a dance. You can’t be bothered so you resort to staring down at your drink again, hidden away in some corner. Your mask slips off the bridge of your nose, prompting you to push it back up again. Once you do so, you lift up your head to find someone approaching you. Okay…that’s bad. You didn’t want to attract any form of attention on you so why is this guy going here??
He stops a few feet away from you and gracefully bows a 90 degrees. While keeping still, he holds out his hand, eyes peeking out of his masked face to yours as a silent invitation. You contemplate. Well, this is certainly random…but why the fuck not? He seems nice. Did a bow, left space between you two, and he’s pretty. Yes, there’s a mask but shhh. It’s quite obvious he’s pretty under that…thing that’s covering his face. Not like this was against the rules for you. All you had to do was do the job properly. This won’t be an inconvenience, right?
You press your fingertips against his own before sliding your hand down to his palm. He wraps his fingers around your hand and pulls you close. You take note of how warm his hand seems to be. It could just be you though. Been a while since you’ve done this so your skin could just be burning up from the close proximity. Right?…
You come back, once again, to earth as you feel your hand being lifted up to the air. You turn your head towards him and sees him give you a thin-lipped smile with whisker dimples.
Cute…
You’re seriously not falling for a stranger right now, are you? You mentally shake your head and prop your other hand on his shoulder, likewise his hand found itself on your waist. He guides you both to join the rest on the dance floor, full of dresses twirling and shoes clacking against the polished floor.
And so…you danced. Miraculously, you haven’t stepped on each other’s shoes yet or rather you on his. He seemed experienced, decently enough that is. You managed to follow his footwork to the beat of the notes, spinning around at just the perfect time. He stretched out his arm before pulling you back to him again, trapping you both in a constant spin.
While the world was nothing more than a motion blurred, he remained the center of your vision. It’s only been a good amount of minutes, so why does it feel like you knew him since forever? The way the hands feel familiar, the way you somehow recognize his smile…why? You seem to can’t wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, you dance. The dance feels so heavy now that you get some sort of deja vu around this person. What could it possibly be? What—
You feel an elbow bump into you. Turns out you two were too absorbed in this dance that you fell behind the rhythm of the others. You watch him bow his head quickly, muttering a sorry to the other pair before turning his head to whisk you away.
It could be you. It could really be you but you just can’t seem to miss the mole that lies on his cheek. There’s no way. There’s just simply no way it’s him. You glance up to his eyes, ones that still looking away to find you both a space on this crowded dance floor. His lashes, it can’t be missed. They’re considerably longer than most people. So…could it be him?
You grip his hand tighter and start leading the dance yourself. Just trying to see something, you keep that repeating in your mind. You start taking the dance a bit too seriously, making him amused at the contortion of your face to focus. A giggle emits from his lips and your heart drops. Full on drops to the pit of your stomach. That giggle is too recognizable. You quickly look for a secluded place and led him there. Obviously, he’s extremely confused like haha…why are we going behind a random pillar at the side of the ballroom?
Each step broke a piece of your heart. How? How could’ve you fallen for him again? Is this not the same person who continuously broke your damned heart? Even as a stranger, you still managed to somehow keep a memory of him with you. Despite him leaving, you still held desperately onto that red thread that connects you and him. What you only realized far too late was that…yours was tied to your pinky in a pretty bow. While him? He held onto the other end with a loose grip. Pfft, he only needed you for his own selfish reasons.
You scoffed. You scoffed at your own stupidity. Maybe, perhaps…you weren’t as different as any other. In this world, we are all humans who are doomed to have this trivial shit called feelings. The desperation, at this point, is inevitable. The longing, as much as you hate to admit it, is rooted deep into your heart. You can’t dig it out as much as you want to. The only best thing you could do is keep piling things on it till it’s out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. Just pray…it won’t get unearthed somehow.
Unfortunately for you, that’s what happened today. All your memories with this…bastard…got unearthed when it’s meant to be buried deep into your soul. It’s heavy to carry but whatever gets it out of the way.
You still liked him. You still liked him.
Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes but you stop it. You cried too many times over him to the point you learned how to dry it without excessive blinking. Never again shall you show such a weak and pitiful side of yourself. It only brings hurt than comfort. A place filled with numbness…is better than a place filled with hurt and no one to provide you comfort.
You pulled him in behind the pillar along with you. All sense of love and genuine contentment from the dance are gone. No, you will not let him give you empty promises of happiness again. So to avoid that, you turn him around forcefully and shove him up against the pillar, eliciting a pained groan from him.
He opens his mouth to retort but before that even happens…
You slowly bring out something sharp, something meticulously cleaned just for this situation that is unfolding before you. You slide the spine of the knife against his back, not sharp enough to cut skin but definitely enough to create goosebumps. You giggle at the tensing of his body and breath hitching, making you all the more tempted to slide the sharp object down his spine.
To the floor, the shadow of you two may seem like you’re still absorbed in the dance you’re sharing with him. A strange yet familiar feeling blossoming in your chest to which the dance attempted to pour out. But to the wall, the shadow consists of you trapping him with no way out with a weapon against his back. One wrong move from him and the said weapon will take his precious life. You’re certain he wouldn’t want that but just to be sure…
You lean in and whisper a moniker that maybe not all who attended this ball know. Maybe he wanted to be known by a less common appellation but that wouldn’t work on you.
“You and your cowardice. Going after a fake name still?”
You’re met with an unnerving silence. Though, you digress. This continued silence just proves all the more that you found him. You drag the knife up his back painstakingly slow. Once it reaches the back of his head where the strings lie, you slash it in one fell swoop. A mask, bedecked in white crystals, falls to the ground with a thud. That mask no longer belongs to him; just like his dignity.
“You know you’re done for once you see me, Choi Beomgyu.”
A/N: happy halloween!!😸😸 (we’ll ignore the fact that idk what i was writing). this one sucked so badly but its aight. consider it a cliffhanger so…potential part 2…if you guys want.
rushed bc gotta post on actual halloween😔
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Flufftober Day 12
Fire & Ice
🎃 beomgyu x gn!reader
🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.
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You and Beomgyu have always been a great match, starting when you became roommates and then became a couple. Beomgyu, with his ever-flaming passion, and you, with your enthusiastic, flowing curiosity.
"Baby, please." You put your hand on his chest. "It's not worth getting hurt because of him. He's just a jerk. Calm down for me, okay?" You hugged him close to your chest because you've learned that the sound of your heartbeat calms his emotions.
Beomgyu with the flames of raging anger, and you with the slow-flowing, peaceful water that extinguishes the towering column of fire and banishes the smell of smoke.
"How can someone be such an asshole! Let me go, I'll go over there and punch him so hard I'll be ashamed of myself for him instead!", Beomgyu took your hand and before you could resist very vehemently, pulled you into his embrace.
"Hey, that's not a solution. You always tell me that. Do you wanna listen to my heartbeat?" You nodded, the top of your head touching his chin as you snuggled closer to his sweater-clad torso. It was nice and warm, not the feisty warmth that had just been in your soul. "It'll pass, don't worry," he kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair. He was glad to be able to return the help you'd given him so many times.
Sometimes the water rushes in, and sweeps everything away in a frenzy, and the embers merely glow warmly, but do not catch fire. But even when it does happen, you still complement each other.
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