#choi bomin x reader

[nonranghaes]

bomin doesn't let you go. most mornings, he does, reluctantly, but this morning is special because neither of you have to work. so when you get up to go, well, anywhere, he's catching you by the wrist and pulling you back into his arms. he's too tired to be awake this early, and if he's too tired, then he knows you are, too. such is the life of two people who try to sleep in whenever they can (he thinks you're his perfect match sometimes because of it).

"no." he's grinning, pressing a kiss against the side of your face. he's as little more awake than he wants to be, but he'll doze right back off when you're cuddling with him.

and you just mumble incoherently, drawing up his hand from where his fingertips have grazed your collarbone so that you can kiss the side of it. "i'll be right back," you murmur, untangling yourself from him.

he sighs, and lets you go before curling back up. yet it takes more than a few minutes, and by the time he lifts his head, he sees you carrying a bag with tissue paper crinkling a little inside of it. the mattress dips underneath your weight as you crawl back in, dropping it in front of him.

and he just picks it up, dropping it right onto the nightstand. "later." he says, opening his arms up. "let's go back to sleep."

"but--" you pout, but it doesn't last long. with a sigh, you move under the blankets again, slowly snuggling into his embrace. "fine. but you have to act extra impressed for me."

he snorts just a little, and kisses your skin one more time before shutting his eyes. "i will."

but he feels the way you smile against his own skin, pressing your own tiny kiss against his neck. "happy birthday, my bomin."

[thepixelelf]

Rookie Moves

Genres: spy/secret agent au, romance Pairing: Reader & Bomin (Golden Child) Words: 1.6k Warnings: guns, injuries, a lil makeout. reader wears a suit Notes: ah yes, a baby fic that's too long to be a blurb and too short to really be a full fic 💕 we love consistency here on thepixelelf.com

On his first ever mission, Bomin decides to play hero.

Bomin watches you with narrowed eyes from across the room, leaned up against the wall between two floor-to-ceiling windows, a champagne flute in hand that he's yet to sip from. You, in the gorgeous, blood red waistcoat and slacks two-piece everyone at HQ said you just had to wear for this mission, don't notice Bomin's stare at all. Or, if you do, you ignore it. Your champagne glass is near empty, and it's your second one of the night.

Of course, that's your job. Get all smarmy with the target until they're drunk and enamoured with you — enough so that they'll give you the information you need so that you can pass it off to Sungyoon, who's making his own rounds within the party dressed as one of the many waitstaff.

You laugh at something the target says, and Bomin knows it's not real, but no one around you does. He scoffs at the way the target looks at you; like you're naive and easy. They have no idea they're being played.

But do you really have to stand that close?

"Easy, loverboy," Jibeom says through Bomin's comm. "You're gonna burn a hole through the target before we get anything out of 'em with all that glaring."

"I am not glaring," Bomin hisses. He should be thankful that Jibeom is in charge of communications and can make a separate channel with just him and Bomin in it, but since Jibeom is the one teasing him in the first place...

"Sure, sure. Just relax, yeah? Agent Carmine is your superior officer, Rookie. They know what they're doing."

Bomin scoffs again. "Yeah, and they're good at it."

"Okay!" Jibeom whoas out. "Let's just reel in that big green monster real quick before—"

The line goes dead, and Bomin frowns at the sudden, ominous silence. "Agent Grey?" He uses Jibeom's alias first, but when no answer comes, his brows furrow, and his hand instinctively goes up to his earpiece. "Hey, Jibeom? You there?"

A burst of static explodes in Bomin's ear, making him flinch and wince. Bomin stretches his jaw out to try to wave off the high-pitched ringing the burst left behind.

"—been made. Sungyoon—" Jibeom's voice cuts in and out, interrupted by static and, even worse, silence. "—he's down. Seungmin— They—"

Bomin's eyes frantically flit over the party, but he can't see Sungyoon. Nothing in the room even seems amiss, like everything that's so obviously going wrong on their end doesn't even matter to the rich people on the surface.

"—knew we were com— the whole time. I can't—" Jibeom sounds more and more frantic with each fragmented sentence. He's used to always knowing what's going on. Always knowing what to do. "—Agent Carmine. Their comms— down."

Rattled, Bomin returns his gaze to you, and his heart sinks when he realizes you're still talking to the target like nothing happened. You can't hear anything. You don't know the entire operation's going under.

"The target knows— Carmine— Rookie, you gotta— out of there. I'll—"

Jibeom's broken voice cuts out again, lost for more than a few seconds. Heart racing, Bomin can't remove his eyes off you to assess the situation like he knows he's supposed to. All that training never prepared him for this: a mission going sideways. Every other mission he's been allowed on, even though it was just backup, like now, went smoothly. He barely had to lift a finger.

But now, Sungyoon might be down, Seungmin might be god knows where, and Jibeom can't even reach you.

The target cradles your wrist in their hand, admiring your expensive cuff links, and before Bomin even knows what he's doing, he's next to you. He takes your arm in one hand and uses the other to remove the target's stupid fingers.

"We're going," he whispers, only to you.

Unaware of anything ado, you paint an awkward smile on your face and try to gauge the expressions of those around you. In your eyes, he sees you make the decision to pretend not to know him. "I'm sorry, sir, but—"

"But the party's just begun, don't you think?" the target speaks, seemingly unbothered by the way Bomin is now holding your wrist. That only makes Bomin want to hold you tighter. The target smiles, and it sends a shiver down his spine. "Wouldn't want to cut off the fun too early."

You laugh politely, nervously, and try to pry yourself out of Bomin's grip. "Of course, we can't..."

"Rookie—" Jibeom's voice returns, more panicked than ever. "—out of there. Now!"

Bomin doesn't really think.

(Well, he does, but the only thing in his mind is holy shit I might die before I ever kiss them. And that's not a very helpful or intelligent thought, so.)

All he does is spin you around, put his hands on your cheeks, and muffle whatever ass-kissing words you were trying to say by planting a big fat one on your lips.

You push him off, a scowl stretching the corners of your lips, your facade dropped. "The hell are you—?"

Bomin pulls the gun hidden beneath his suit out, pointing it directly at the target.

They just laugh. "Now this is fun."

Behind Bomin, you mutter, "What the..." just as the rest of the people you'd been talking to pull out their own concealed firearms, pointing them at you and Bomin. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

"It's cute that you got yourself a little guard dog, Agent Carmine."

Your eyes widen at the target's words. They even know your alias— Bomin tightens his grip on his gun, his trigger finger itching — what else do they know?

"Fortunately for me, I have a few of my own." They gesture to the people now circled around you.

"I always knew you were a coward," you spit at them. "What? Can't hold your own?"

The target doesn't fall for your taunts, though, chuckling in a way that sends a shiver down Bomin's spine. "That's cute, Carmine. I'll bother holding my own when I run out of people to pay to do it for me."

They laugh again, full-bellied with their eyes almost slipping shut.

Under your breath, you whisper just loud enough for Bomin to hear. "You wanna be helpful to this mission, Rookie?" You don't wait for an answer. "I'm gonna need you to do me a favour."

"Name it."

"Duck."

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"You kissed them?!" Jibeom screeches, making Bomin scramble to cover his mouth with his hand. It's too late though -- probably the entire medbay heard him.

"I thought we were going to die!" he whispers harshly.

"Die?" Jibeom echoes, voice at a normal volume. His face is scrunched up from holding in his laughter. "With Agent Carmine? You saw how they single-handedly took down all those gunmen and the target, right?"

Bomin grumbles, "Yeah. I was there."

"Oh my god. You kissed Carmine--" Jibeom wipes away an actual, real tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh my god. They're gonna kill you. You're so dead!"

"Rookie."

Both of them turn to see Sungyoon walking into the medbay. His shoulder is messed up from the mission, but he refuses to take pain killers because of his stupid pride, so he winces when he cocks his head toward the exit.

"Carmine wants you in training room B."

Jibeom puts a hand on Bomin's shoulder. "It was nice knowing you, Rookie."

=

Bomin blinks at you, hands limp at his sides. "...What?"

"You heard me," you say. The training room is empty except for the two of you, so your voice echoes off the walls. "Punch me. Have at it."

"You got shot yesterday. Twice."

Adjusting the sling holding your dominant arm, you raise a brow. "And?"

"I'm not going to punch you."

"Well, you're gonna have to."

"Why?"

You smile, gesturing to yourself. "If you want a piece of this ass, Rookie, you're gonna have to prove you're stronger than me." The smile on your lips curls into a smirk. "I have high standards, you know."

Bomin splutters, choking on his own spit as he feels every drop of blood in his body rush straight to his ears. "I... I..."

"Hit me," you tell him. "At least try. I promise you can't hurt me."

Bomin fights back the urge to pout. "That's not true... You're at a huge disadvantage."

You let out a chuckle. "How about you try to punch me and find out?"

Sighing, Bomin bends his knees and balls his hands into fists, holding them up. If there's one thing everyone in the agency knows about you, it's that you never back down. He doesn't want to hit you. As great of a fighter as you are, your dominant arm is in a sling, and you've got another bullet hole in your side. You descend into a stance too, though, and wait for him to throw the first punch.

He'll just humour you. He won't use all his strength.

Any bit of wind that was in his lungs gets knocked straight, and before Bomin knows it, he's staring at the ceiling. Your good hand pins one of his wrists to the soft mat flooring, and his other arm is trapped under your shin. You rest some of your weight on his torso.

"What the--!"

"That was pathetic, Rookie," you tease. "I sure hope you were just faking that for my benefit."

"I--"

"Come to think of it, maybe this whole thing was a ruse." Still holding him down with ease, you glance upwards as if recalling the memory. "After all, that little peck during the mission was hardly a kiss."

Bomin's eyes widen, and he struggles to free himself to no avail.

"This--" You lean down, planting your lips on his, and Bomin freezes. He feels like he's made of molasses, like he can't react for way too many seconds, but then your lips move. You take his bottom lip between yours, and Bomin lights aflame. He kisses you back with everything he felt right before he kissed you the first time. He breathes out like he's held his breath since he met you. His arms are free -- when did that happen...? -- so he brings them up, one on your cheek and one on your side, careful not to upset your injuries. The world is on fire, but just as he braves his tongue out, you pull back, a wide grin on your face. "--is a kiss."

[blossom-hwa]

congratulations on your 4 year anniversary! i couldn't decide on one golcha member/prompt to send, so please choose the one prompt that inspires you the most! (and if none them do, then big welp delete this ask lol) thank you so much for writing!!

daeyeol + time travel au

sungyoon + secret agent au

jangjun + imaginary friend au

youngtaek + road trip au

seungmin + bodyguard au

jaehyun + fortune teller au

jibeom + haunted house au

joochan + penpal au

donghyun + street racing au

bomin + android/robot au

Anon your brain is so big??????? How did you come up with all of this????? I love all of these aus but since it's Bomin's birthday I think I'll write the one for the birthday boy <3 thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!!

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

This turned out so much longer than I thought it'd be holy shit? Also, this drabble is set in the universe of the Lunar Chronicles, but you don’t need to know anything about it to understand this :) would highly recommend the series if you haven’t read it though!

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Title: To Be Human

Pairing: Bomin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Triggers: mentions of a gunshot (nothing graphic)

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Bomin sits still as you bend over the wires sparking from his split chest, skin filaments torn and frayed, the metal underneath crushed and bent. Both of you remain silent - your focus is on not reconnecting the wrong wires, while he's probably thinking deeply about something he won't tell you. Something profound, probably, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.

That's normal. Being an android, he's a lot smarter than you, after all.

But this silence... he's thinking something profound, but it's not about the answer to the universe like Daeyeol was teasing a few weeks ago. Not this time, just a few hours after a fight that nearly took the two of you out. You have an idea of his thoughts but you don't want to voice them for fear of being wrong, for fear of making the silence worse, for fear of losing Bomin completely if you say the wrong thing -

"You should take care of your own wounds first."

"Stars above!" The pliers slip between your fingers and fall to the floor with a clattering thud. "Stars, Bomin, give me some warning -"

Then his words register, and the silence falls once more.

You break it this time, picking up the pliers and returning to the wires still intermittently sparking where his heart would be. You can talk while you work - there's no time to waste, not when Bomin also has a shattered wrist that needs a lot of attention too. "I'm fine," you say, focusing on not letting the sparks touch your skin. "I only have scratches. You took the brunt of it." You look up. "You've got to stop doing that for me."

Bomin blinks once, slow, not the usual ten-times-a-minute blink that's been programmed into his system. The profound look on his face disappears, replaced for a moment by confusion. "Why?"

A gunshot cracks through the air. You watch as though in slow motion as the bullet makes its arc, speeding toward your chest -

The unmistakable sound of metal collapsing and crumpling in on itself fills your ears, and a scream builds in your throat as you watch Bomin fall to the ground and crush his wrist, chest blown open with wires sparking everywhere.

Not real. Not now, at least. You jerk yourself out of the memory and try to breathe. Breath comes in short gasps, air barely filling your lungs - you can feel the remnants of that scream ripping your throat apart as you watched him fall, sure that he was dead even though you knew he wouldn't be unless his personality chip exploded which it couldn't because you'd modified him in such a way that it would be almost impossible to hit it without knowing exactly where it was -

"Y/N?"

A hand settles on your cheek, skin filaments so real, so warm, so comforting against your face. You squeeze your eyes shut hard and then open them to see Bomin staring at you with worry, his undamaged hand touching your skin.

He's alive. Bomin is alive. You swallow hard, turning away from the gentle hand long enough to notice your own fingers are shaking. With surgical precision, you put the pliers down on the floor, like they'll blow up the way Bomin's chest did even though they're not nearly the same thing.

"When I saw you fall," you say, voice more ragged than you'd like it to be, "I thought you were dead."

Bomin blinks. "But I wasn't. The bullet didn't hit my personality chip."

"It almost hit your power source," you say, pointing into the thicket of wires and metal just visible beyond the hole in his chest. "And yes, even though it didn't hit your personality chip... if you'd lost power, it would have been disastrous. You know that."

"I wouldn't be dead, though." He blinks. "I'm not human. I'm an android."

Something in his voice sounds wrong when he says that. It brings back your musings about the profound look on his face just a few minutes ago, musings that you didn't want to say out loud for fear that you'd unintentionally push him away...

"Who said that?" you ask softly, raising one of your hands to Bomin's fingers still on your cheek. Slowly, you bring it down, holding the hand between your own.

Bomin looks down at the hand encased in yours. He doesn't speak for a very long moment. "I'm an android," he finally repeats. "I'm wires and metal. Not flesh and blood."

A lump begins to form in your throat. "And?"

"What do you mean, and?" For a moment, Bomin looks truly angry. "I'm not human!"

"Are you telling me you don't have feelings?"

He blinks. Once. Twice. Then -

"I don't know." His voice doesn't crack, but perhaps if his vocal cords weren't made of metal, it would. "I don't know, Y/N, I'm an android, I'm not supposed to feel emotions, so I can't tell if anything I'm supposedly feeling is actually real -"

"I didn't program those feelings into you," you interrupt. Stars above, how long has he been holding this in? "No one did."

"Because I'm faulty." His words are bleak, barren. "A faulty personality chip."

"No."

He looks at you.

"Not faulty. Not even broken." Your eyes don't leave his. "Just you."

Bomin doesn't say anything.

"I think that... more than flesh and blood, more than whatever scientists classify as 'life' in the barest sense... our actions are what make us human." You squeeze his hand slightly and feel relieved when he doesn't pull away. "Feel free to take this with a grain of salt. I'm no philosopher. But..." The lump in your throat is making it really hard to continue. "When you took that bullet for me today, even knowing that there was only the tiniest chance that it would truly decimate you forever..."

The hand between yours pulls away. You almost panic but then it begins to rise, slow, steady, to brush away a tear you didn't even know had fallen down your face.

"When you took that shot for me, that was human, Bomin." Your eyes burn, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. "Being human... it means we care for people. Care for each other."

The lump in your throat won't go away. You have to fight to speak. "What I'm trying to say is you're human to me." Swallowing keeps getting progressively harder. "And I care about you. So please..."

Bomin's fingers are still on the side of your face, brushing the tears away.

"Don't do that again." Your voice finally cracks. "Because I couldn't stand to lose you."

[suk4ijo]

forever

pairing: choi bomin (uke) x gender neutral reader (seme) genre: slight smut requested by: anon notes: thank you for requesting! this is very rushed and short so i apologise, i made it gn reader cause i didn't really mention any gender + im sorry for postponing it too much lol, im terrible with smut but i hope you enjoy <3

"h-hey-" bomin was laying on the bed, his shirt pushed half way up - making just enough for you to mark his body entirely yours, just enough to completely ruin his innocence. "wait.." he mumbled as you kissed his neck, moving towards his sensitive buds. you gave the soft peach coloured nipple a lick, sending all kinds of shivers down the youngers' spine. "ugh.." he moaned, grinding into you. "needy much?" you smirked, pulling away from his chest, and pecking his lips - while all he could do was hold onto your shoulders groaning for more. you licked his ear, and went back to his neck, kissing all those un touched places passionately. "ngh, y/n.." he mumbled, sweat glistening his forehead. you caressed his waist, holding him ever so slightly and caringly, almost mis leading that you weren't doing something of utmost lust. bomin wrapped his leg around your abdomen, his arms barely holding him around you.

"do you want to go all the way?" you asked tugging over bomin's oversized sweater. "what kind of question is that?" he replied, closing his eyes resting his head over your shoulder. "so yes?" you continued, finally discarding his last bit of clothing over his upper body. "no, why? totally not gonna be under a hot person half naked not wanting to be fucked." you just chuckled, as you drafted your own shirt and whispered close to his ears; "good job, baby."

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[2jaeh]

day dream | bomin

the image of you - your face, your smile, your voice - is so vivid in bomin's dream, but he's never met you before.

genre: fluff, slight angst, suggestive

word count: 1.1k

author lin

Bomin dragged his long fingers against the soft, white walls of the tunnel through which he was walking. The walls bared a pillow-like texture and the white abyss engulfed Bomin, never seeming to end. Bomin's legs grew tired and he decided to take a seat.

Unconsciously, Bomin let his body fall back onto the walls of the tunnel. Soon enough, the walls swallowed him whole, causing him to kick and scream in agony. He could barely breathe as the warm, marshmallow-like material of the walls wrapped around his body. Suddenly, he felt a tug at his ankle. He was being pulled out of the wall slowly, every inch of his body letting out a sigh of relief as he was released from the clenches of the wall.

Bomin gasped for air once he was completely out of the wall, breathing heavily as he got to his feet. He lifted his head up to see you staring up at him. Your hair swept over your face and your eyes were bright and filled with with curiosity. A smile was plastered on you face, slightly showing off your teeth. Bomin couldn't recognise you, but his heart fluttered at how charming you were.

"Hello..." You greeted Bomin sweetly, the smile never faltering.

"Hi," Bomin replied gingerly, rubbing his elbow in embarrassment, "who are you?"

"______," you answered, "what's yours?"

"Bomin," he nodded before smiling sheepishly, "thanks for saving me."

"It's no big deal," you shrugged nonchalantly, "hey, do you want me to show you something cool?"

"Uh.... sure?" Bomin replied, his voice laced with unsureness.

You turned on your heels and walked down the tunnel and into the darkness with the expectation that Bomin would follow. Bomin lived up to this expectation by chasing after you until he was walking right next to you in the abyss. The two of you were completely blind in the pitch black darkness of the tunnel. Bomin jumped when he felt something brush against his hand.

"Shh, it's just me." He heard you whisper before he felt a hand intertwine with his.

Bomin made no sort of protest to holding your hand. In fact, he rather liked the feeling. You both walked hand in hand through the tunnel until you reached the exit and your vision returned. You let go of Bomin's hand - much to Bomin's disappointment - and rushed out of the tunnel.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You gushed as you spread your arms out and deeply breathed in the fresh air.

The crisp green grass was still drenched in morning dew. The flowers were blooming and the trees were abundant with fruit. Down the bank was a breathtaking river so clear one could see their own reflection in it. Birds were chirping softly in the distance. Indeed it was beautiful. Bomin stepped out of the tunnel, his bare feet pressed against the grass and his dark hair danced with the subtle breeze. He took in the mesmerizing scenery before his eyes fell onto you.

His new companion was sprawled out on the grass, your eyes closed and a satisfied smile still pasted on your face. Bomin sat cross legged on the ground next to you, unable to take his eyes off of you.

"Staring is rude." you snapped Bomin out of his daze and chuckled when you saw the colour of Bomin's cheeks turn pink.

"You're just..." Bomin started but couldn't find the words to finish his sentence.

You laughed once again, finding much amusement in Bomin's embarrassment, and it was like the sweetest melody to his ears. You sat up and faced him. Your eyes scanned him as he kept his eyes on the ground. You studied the strong and handsome features of Bomin's face and absentmindedly, your hand began to inch forward to touch him.

"Beautiful." Bomin's gentle voice brought an even bigger smile to your face as you touched his cheek.

You leaned forward, your eyes closed and your hand bringing his face closer to your own. Unconsciously, Bomin found himself closing his eyes and leaning in as well. The gap between your lips began to decrease with each small movement. Slowly, but surely, you pressed your lips against his. Bomin inhaled the smell of your perfume and melted into the touch of your hands cupping his face.

His hands shakily found their way to your sides, rubbing up and down over the fabric of your shirt. You climbed into his lap, letting your hands rest on his chest as he laid his body down on the lush grass. You straddled his waist, his hands clutching almost desperately onto your thighs as your hands danced all over his torso. A gasp escaped his lips when your cold fingers came into contact with his tummy, going lower and lower…. 

Bomin bolted up from his bed, the sound of his alarm breaking him away from his slumber. He reached over to his night stand and turned his alarm off. Sweat dripped down from his temple as he placed a hand on his chest, trying his best to calm down his frantically beating heart.

His dream was so vivid. He swore it felt like reality. But once he woke up, he realized his imagination had played a horrible trick on him. He had no idea who you were and he would probably never see you again...

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Bomin hugged his large, black coat closer to his body as the harsh wind blew him mercilessly towards the other direction. He trudged down the pavement whilst the wind refused to let him move any further, let alone walk, but he battled it out until he reached the nearest coffee shop. He slipped through the transparent doors and they slammed behind him at the hands of the wicked wind.

"I'll have a medium sized americano please." He ordered with a smile, but his smile disappeared as soon as he made eye contact with the person at the counter.

"That'll be 1,000 won, sir." You grinned, showing off the same toothy smile that Bomin knew he had definitely seen before, despite not knowing you at all.

Bomin paid for his order, his eyes never leaving you even as he waited for his drink. He looked at the your name tag and his stomach did a flip when it read '______'.

"Uh I know this is weird but, can I get your number?" Bomin asked shyly as he collected his drink from you.

"Umm, sure?" you shrugged as you took Bomin's till slip and wrote down your number, "what's your name?"

"Bomin." He smiled and you suddenly had butterflies in your abdomen.

"Nice to meet you, Bomin." you smiled, your bright eyes making Bomin's heart race.

"Nice to meet you too, ______."

[skzfelixity]

18 Again

No Matter How Hard Life Gets, Never Regret Anything That Made You Smile

Headcanons:

Dating Goo Jasung Would Include

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⧖ Goo Jasung:

⌈nothing yet⌋

⧖ Go Wooyoung/Hong Daeyoung:

⌈nothing yet⌋

⧖ Hong Sia:

⌈nothing yet⌋

⧖ Hong Siwoo:

⌈nothing yet⌋

⧖ Seo Jiho:

⌈nothing yet⌋

⧖ Ye Jihoon:

⌈nothing yet⌋

[crybabybomin]

Golden Child masterlist

[F]  Fluff

[S] Suggestive/smut

[A] Angst

Reactions:

- You asking for a hug [F]  

- They're S/O having a rough week [F]  

- Leaving hickeys on their S/O [S]

- You wearing one of their shirts [F]  

Daeyeol

- None yet

Y/Sungyoon

-  None yet

Jangjun

-  Cramps [F]  

Tag/Youngtaek

-  None yet

Seungmin

-  None yet

Jaehyun

- Locked up [F]  

Jibeom

- [13:34] [F]  

Donghyun 

- Amused [F]  

Joochan

- sick and in love [F]  

Bomin

- The new girl [F]  

[veenussposts]

[ 07:46am ] There were only a few hours left before Bomin left the house he shared with the rest of Golden Child, just in a few hours his manager would come to look for him so both of them would go to the studio where the program, where he is a presenter, takes place. It was just a few hours before he left, but Bomin was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm tired" Jangjun said as he walked to the refrigerator to get something for breakfast. "Bomin doesn't wake up and I won't try to wake him up again"

"Well, he'll be late for work" The words that came from Jaehyun's lips were barely heard by you since he was eating a toast while saying it.

"I'll go wake him up." You took the last sip of your coffee before leaving the cup in the dishwasher. "Just give me ten minutes"

"Good luck with that"

Once at the door of his room, you slowly turned the handle so as not to scare him, and, after checking that there was no one else in the room, you went in and closed the door so nobody bothered you. Now calmer and with a smile on your face, you walked to the window to slightly open the curtains. Thanks to the ray of light that entered, you could see Bomin in all the darkness.

"Time to get up, sleeping beauty" You could only hear the calm breathing of your boyfriend and maknae of the group you belonged to as you climbed into bed with him. "Prince, you're going to be late for work"

Your sweet voice rang in Bomin's ears, causing him to move restlessly in bed in an attempt to go back to sleep. Between turns, he ended up looking up at the ceiling, a position that you took advantage of to remove the blanket that covered him and thus expose his body. The soft skin of his legs was at your disposal and you did what you wanted to do a long time ago.

"You are beautiful" Your lips came into contact with the skin of his ankle, leaving small and tender kisses that later escalated all over his leg. Everything was silent until you reached his thigh, causing Bomin to giggle at the tickling that your plump lips caused him. "Even in the mornings when you're all tousled"

Once you finished with his left leg, you moved to the other to start the kissing tour again. When you finished with his right leg, instead of stopping you continued upwards, leaving a single kiss on his hip and then kissing the parts of his abdomen that his pajamas couldn't hide.

"Good morning, prince" You said when you got to his face.

Your hands moved like snakes across the mattress until they reached his, where you took them in yours and gave them a strong squeeze.

"Good morning Hyung." His cheeks were colored with a soft red, his hair was a mess, and his lips were more kissable than normal. This time it was he who spread kisses on your face while your forehead rested against his. "I don't like to be woken up but if you're going to do it this way every day... I'm not going to complain anymore"

"We can talk about that later. Now you have to get up and get ready"

"Just stay two minutes with me, please... I want to be with you a little more"

"Choi Bomin..."

"Please..."

"Okay" You leaned against him, his arms automatically wrapped around your body, pinning you against his chest. "Only two minutes did you listen to me? You have to work and I have to record with Jangjun..." One of his hands went to your hair where he began to brush it with his fingers while he left some kisses on your forehead. "Well maybe five minutes, just because I love you"

[neoangelic]

Can you do 13 of fluff prompt with golcha bomin?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? || choi bomin

summary: Choi Bomin always asks if you believe in magic. He bothers you every day about it. Honestly, the gap between his good looks and his eccentricity is astounding. During a school trip, you two are paired to take a test of courage in the woods. You’re determined to push through till the end to get a prize but Bomin is a scaredy-cat and the seniors who are scaring you are less-than-forgiving. There is... also something weird about him? 

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

PAIRING: bomin x reader (f)

WORDCOUNT: 2,346 words

TAGS: bomin x reader | goldenchild the movie! bomin | fluff | beginnings of romance | sassy and competitive reader | socially awkward! bomin | high school au | horror/thriller (?) | mentions of other members | cute scaredy-cat baby! bomin | crying bomin which i love the most ;;

Choi Bomin was a stalker. He’d follow you around like a lost puppy and act like he wasn’t. He’d bump into you in the hallways and flash a smile like he didn’t plan it. He’d show up to the restaurants you visit after school and he’d blame it on having ‘similar tastes’. No, he didn’t have any malicious intent. No, he wasn’t madly in love with you. No, you weren’t popular enough for a guy like him to like you. 

He incessantly wanted you to admit you believed in magic.

Did you? Duh. Yes.

But you didn’t want to tell Bomin that. Not with the way he cheekily brought it up in every conversation. Or with how he ‘dropped’ his pencil and asked you to pick it up and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he said—

“So, you do believe in magic, right?” 

Bomin’s eyes twinkled, a grin etched onto his boyish face. It took you a while to muster enough courage to turn down such a look, but your rejection wasn’t far from usual.

“Why do you keep asking me this?” It was a shame you two were partnered for the school retreat. “Pay attention, will you? I’m not losing prize money because of you.” Not really, though. Unlike his popular ulzzang stereotype, Bomin was actually quite studious. So not only did the students love him but so did the teachers. It seemed that everyone liked him—except for you.

“Everyone, I’m sure you’re all excited for me to announce the first event that will kick off our retreat…the one and only, most challenging, most enticing and exciting—”  

“Don’t say that,” he whined. “I’m a great partner. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Really?”

Bomin noded, hair falling into his face. “All you have to do is tell me if you belie—”

“ — test of courage! Now, we’ll pass out some flashlights and your hint to get to the end. There are hints along the way as well, and there are multiple paths to take. For safety, you will be given flares. Use those if you wish to drop out. Be safe please, we don’t want a repeat of last year.”

You watch as Bomin’s grin morphs into a grimace of terror. “You ready, golden boy?”

He gulps, “what?”

“You told me you were going to do whatever I say.” You shoved the flashlight you were given into his chest. Bomin fumbled to catch it. “You’re on flashlight duty.”

“So…I’m walking in front?”

“Is that a problem? I’ll be figuring out the clue and navigating.” You cross your arms. “Unless you want to be the one looking around to find the right way to go.”

Bomin switches the flashlight on. “Nevermind that. What happened last year?”

“Teachers won’t tell us. They say a student wandered in the woods too far and never came back. Some just say he dropped out of school because he was too traumatized from bumping into a ghost.” Or he just fell since he didn’t listen to the teacher’s instructions and broke his leg and his parents complained and unenrolled him—nah, you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Oh.” Bomin’s face went pale.

For all those times he’s teased you, you finally are able to mess with him back.

You didn’t take Choi Bomin for a coward. Despite all the rumors circling around that he’s even scared of tripping on cables, you didn’t believe it. You see now why people believed it to be true.

___

“I think we’re lost.”

“Don’t play around with me—” Bomin whined, tugging on your sleeve. He was walking so close to you that his body heat was enough to give you relief from the frigid evening air. “We’re going the right way.”

“We’ve been going in circles.” You frown and give him a nudge. To which he jumps at. “Stop breathing down my neck. I think someone planted a fake hint earlier to prank anyone who came by it. Which was, unfortunately, us.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So is your arm.” You sigh. “I’m so glad I’m not scared of the dark or we’d both be in trouble. Now that I know you’re scared of everything, I just hope a murderer doesn’t come out or something. That scares me.”

“Don’t say that!” Bomin chides.

“See? You won’t be able to protect me. You’d run away yoursel—” You hear a crunch.

Bomin clutches your arm this time. “What was that?”

“We’re probably stepping on some dried leaves.”

“That sounded like a lot more than dried leaves.”

You roll your eyes and turn to face him. For the first time, you notice the tears welling in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks and nose. He sniffles. You sigh for the millionth time. “Do you want to use the flare?”

Bomin shakes his head. “You want the prize, right?”

“I mean, yeah—I’m broke. But that’s beside the point. I don’t want you to cry!”

“I’m okay. I promised you that I’d be the best partner ever, right?” Bomin forces a smile. “If we get through this just tell me if you believe in magic or not.”

“Sure,” you raise your eyebrow. “But if you want to stop, the flare is with you. I have no qualms with it. As much as I find you annoying, I don’t think I should subject you to torture. That would be bullying, and I’m not that bad of a person. If you’d like, you can continue clinging to my arm— ”

Bomin blushes even harder. “Sorry,” he says but makes no effort to let go.

“Really? You’re embarrassed now? I’ve seen you scream because of a rock’s shadow.” You chuckle. He manages to break a real smile at that. “It’s kind of cute, so I’ll let it go.”

“You think I’m cute—” Footsteps. The crunching from earlier is now the more recognizable sound of footsteps. Bomin licks his lips as they’re drained of its color. His eyes go wide and his breathing becomes eerily still. “________, Don’t turn around.” Bomin tries to pull you into his chest to restrain your vision, but you whip your head around too fast and catch sight of the glint of a large butcher knife. 

Your scream is caught in your throat as a tall figure emerges from the trees. A masked man in all black clothing stalks toward you with no sign of stopping. Your legs give out when the stranger laughs and raises his weapon even higher. As Bomin holds you up, you clumsily take the flare out of your pocket. The man lunges forward and you let out a squeak, flinching. Bomin cries out but instead of running away like he usually does, he drags you back behind him. The flare drops and rolls away a couple feet from the both of you.

“Bomin—we should run.”

As you say that, the sound of a revving motor picks up behind your ears—a motor? No. A chainsaw. “W—what was that?” Bomin’s voice is so low you can barely hear him. You have no idea how he’s standing his ground when running into a spider web managed to render him prone twenty minutes ago. 

“T—there’s another psychopath behind me and I think he has a chainsaw.” You’re about to cry. “God, why did they take away our phones?” 

Bomin reaches behind him to keep you close to his back. He takes a shaky breath. The two men look like they’re ready to attack.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” Bomin shuts his eyes tight as he holds up his hands at the two. “I didn’t want to do this but—”

Howling laughter. “Dude, what are you doing?” Man with the knife takes off his mask to reveal a grinning Donghyun. “You’re aiming at us with your eyes closed? And with what? Your palms?”

“Were you planning to shoot lasers with your fingers?” The whirring of the chainsaw stops and Jangjun steps out from the dark. “You guys are too cute—wow, you’re so cool Bominie. Look at you, protecting your girlfriend!” Your senior grins.

Bomin collapses onto the ground before you do, “ah, Hyung. You’re so mean! Never do that again.”

“Sorry ___, we wanted to scare our cutie, not you.” Jangjun drops his prop and helps you up. Your legs still feel shaky from the adrenaline.

“Not that you aren’t cute too,” Donghyun chimes. “But we didn’t expect Bomin to step up like that—hey is he crying?” 

You wipe the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “that was not funny!” You crouch down next to your bawling partner. “He’s cute when he gets scared, not when he thinks he’s going to die! Or when I think I’m going to die.” You try to soothe him.

“Oh…we feel really bad,” Jangjun doesn’t know how to handle the situation for a moment. He locks eyes with Donghyun. “We’ll lead you back and tell the teachers.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Donghyun ruffles Bomin’s hair. “You did well. Sorry for making fun of you, big baby.”

“I—I’m not a baby,” Bomin sniffles, composing himself.

“Sunbaenim. Next time, dress up as ghosts or monsters. Don’t look like mass murderers.”

“Don’t be mad at us ______,” The oldest gives you a guilty look. “We just wanted you guys to have some fun.”

You didn’t take their excuses. You were already mad. “Okay. Just lead us back.”

Donghyun hands Bomin a handkerchief. “I didn’t know you two got along so well, though.”

“Choi Bomin.” You whisper, holding onto his arm. “We’re going back now, okay?”

He nods, clinging onto you.

Jangjun tries to lighten the mood by using his chainsaw like an airport marshaller would use a lightstick. “Please watch your step, we’re setting off this way!”

Donghyun nudges him with a shush. “She’s mad let’s just stay quiet while we walk.”

“R—right.”

____

The teachers spent nearly an hour yelling at the two seniors. You and Bomin watch as Jangjun and Donghyun kneel outside your tent with their arms shaking in the air. Their wails of apologies trail off in the background, the students who’ve returned from the test of courage stare at them strangely.

Some of them are by the crackling fire and some of them are running around with their own group of friends. You see Seungyoon and Joochan sing ballads with a guitar and a gathering crowd. Daeyeol, the senior class president, is supervising Jibeom, Youngtaek, Seungmin, and Jaehyun as they play a rowdy game of catch with their frisbee.

“You don’t want to go out and join your friends?” 

Bomin looks pitiful, wrapped in a large blanket, and holding a steaming tumbler of coffee in his hands. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“You said a bit thirty minutes ago.”

“Why are you still here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you found me annoying.” 

You couldn’t debate that. “Yeah, but a bit less now.” 

Bomin cracks a smile and rubs his still pink nose. He tries to ignore Jibeom’s piercing laughs as Youngtaek runs after the thrown frisbee.

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it.” He puts down his drink. “And I even promised I was the best partner ever. Ugh.” The way his eyes and nose crinkle with his grimace reminds you of a bunny rabbit. 

“It’s okay. I got scared too—those idiots were at fault. I plan to threaten them later and extort some money anyways.”

“You sound like a gangster.” Bomin’s eyes follow his Daeyeol hyung’s frantic figure running to catch the frisbee as well. Wait—wasn’t he just the referee? 

“I didn’t expect you to stand up against them like that—if those were real murderers you probably would’ve saved us. Maybe you are a real tough guy, after all.” You clear your throat and try to rack your brain. How should you bring this up? “I just wanted to say… about our promise. I don’t really know why you’ve been constantly pestering me about this but I do believe in—” 

“ ______! Bomin! Look out,” Youngtaek screams as he trips over his own feet, face planting onto the ground.

For a split second, you think that the red disc is about to hit you square in the face with its speed. Cursing Jaehyun’s athleticism and strong aim, you barely have enough time to react and flinch. Then, the frisbee comes to an abrupt stop right in front of your face right before Bomin leans over and catches it.

“Got you.” He smiles wide, gums showing. Bomin sheds his blanket like a snake with its skin and stands to reprimand his hyungs once again. “You’re lucky I caught it before it hit her!”

“Ooo, Bomin nice catch!”

“Jibeom this isn’t a time to give him a thumbs up! I’ll have to confiscate the frisbee—someone get Tag to the nurse for god’s sake.” Daeyeol stomps over to Bomin. “Thanks for catching it in time.”

You’re confused, “but—”

The two boys look back at you. “What’s wrong, did you get hurt?” Daeyeol takes the death device from Bomin.

But he didn’t catch it. You didn’t see him touch the frisbee to stop it. “Bomin—”

“Ah, hyung.” Bomin interjects. “I’ll help Tag hyung out while you yell at the others.”

Daeyol nods with a “Thank you” and does as the younger said he would. You see the guilty faces of your seniors once again as they mouth an apology from afar. You turn you eyes to Bomin, who speaks.

“Sorry, ____. I’ll come back after dealing with this.”

“But—”

The black-haired boy looks over his shoulder and winks. “I know what you were going to say earlier, don’t worry.” He smirks ever so slightly while placing a slender finger over his lips. “That was a little secret between us, got it?”

“W—what was?” Your heart beats fast and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. You beg him to stay with those words, to explain what he meant. Did he really catch that frisbee? Did you actually see it stop in the middle of the air all of a sudden? Was he saying that he did that? 

Bomin laughs as the campfire roars behind him, casting his figure aglow in warm light. He looked almost— “the magic I did, silly.”—magical. 

[kpopthings]

Reader x Choi Bomin

Type: Fluff (bc bomin)

Synopsis:

him being so soft and precious, that he’s too shy to approach you. So the other members took matter into their own hands. (Specifically, Daeyeol)

Warning: i’m still new to this whole imagines thing so please bear with me until I get the hang of it. I mostly write in 3rd person :<. And also if some of them are a bit ooc, i’m still new to the fandom and saw that only a few imagines in here were about them.

Words: 623

Bomin looked at you from across the room, laughing at something Donghyun had said. God how he wished he was the one making you laugh. Not Donghyun. Or anyone for the matter.

For him you were like this precious jewel. He was far too unworthy to get near you. Much less talk to you.

He would always be the shy boy you rarely spoke to… Which made him sad.

Daeyeol watched the maknae sulk in the distance as his eyes fall back to you. Then turning back to Bomin, who was now pouting in dismay.

“This sucks,” someone said beside him. He turned his head to look at Seungmin, who was also looking at Bomin and y/n.

Of course you being the oblivious person you are, didn’t pay any attention to it as you indulge yourself with one of Donghyun’s stories. Seemingly amused at him.

“We have to do something,” Daeyeol said pitifully.

“What did you have in mind, hyung?”

“I don’t know but we’ll figure something out.” Daeyeol shrugged, causing Seungmin to roll his eyes at him.

——————————–

Days passed and you haven’t visited the boys since. Mostly because school has been very stressful. What you’d do just to get a break from everything. Finals was approaching fast and you studied non-stop. Barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

So once the God forsaken exams were already finished, you almost cried out in joy when you recieved a text from Daeyeol telling you to hang out with them at the park to celebrate you finishing exams.

Meanwhile, back in the dorms. Bomin has been really bummed out about not getting to see you. Sure it made him a bit relieved that he won’t have to suffer not talking to you when you were in the same room. But still, he missed seeing you. And he cursed himself a thousand times when he didn’t grab the chance to talk to you before you stopped visiting due to school.

For two days, the other members would see him pacing around the living room cursing himself. It would be a lie if they said it wasn’t amusing. But they pitied their maknae so much.

And when the time finally came that finals was over, Daeyeol wasted no time into inviting you to hang out. Getting the other members in on it to set you up with a day with Bomin.

———————————

When the day finally came, you found yourself waiting in the park. Your eyes trained on your phone awaiting a text from Daeyeol, telling you that they have arrived.

But it didn’t came.

Instead, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Lifting you head, you saw none other than Bomin standing in front of you. His features sporting a shy smile and a small blush as his hands scratched the back of his neck.

You smiled at the sight as you stood up in front of him. “Where are the others?” You asked looking behind him, in hopes to catch a glimpse of someone from the ten other boys.

“They were busy,” he said softly, still scratching the back of his neck. Eyes wander to the floor next to him instead of you.

You smiled gently at him, sensing how shy and nervous he was. You slowly took his right hand, causing him to flinch at the sudden contact. You held his hands with both of yours as you continued smiling at him.

All the shyness seem to fade away as he focused himself on you. Feeling somewhat confident at the attention you were giving him.

“Let’s have fun together,” you beamed at him, making him copy the smile you had. And boy was he adorable. It was official, you had a thing for guys with gummy smiles. First it was Suga from BTS, now it was Bomin. “Let’s make them regret they bailed out on us.”

The both of them laughed at her sudden declaration. Making Bomin feel enthralled by her once again.

And that was when he felt it. He was in love with y/n l/n.

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Author’s Note:

Gahhh! I told you I’m not that good. Still, I hope you guys enjoyed!

[babysubinnie]

team captain // choi bomin

🌟 pairing:: choi bomin x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, everything tbh, volleyball player!bomin 🌟 summary:: the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

a/n: i like this but i don’t know if i do u feel? ——————————————————————————

he was the star volleyball player that everyone thought was perfect because of his background, the way he played, just everything about him but the thing is, not everything about him was so perfect. i wish i didn’t have to find out this way but i did. i remember that day so clearly because i wish i never walked into the room at that moment. i wish i never had anything to do with the boy named choi bomin, the fucking varsity volleyball team captain. 

it all started last year when he finally became captain. every girl on campus came to watch him and only him. i was always forced to go by my friends, and it just so happened that one game changed my entire school life. i was on my phone because i honestly could care less about volleyball but when i looked up, he caught my eye. i wouldn’t stop watching him the entire rest of the game. of course i’ve seen him around campus, but i had to admit he was good looking. wrong. he was devastatingly gorgeous. at the end of his game, he looked up into the stands, made eye contact with me before winking. 

for the rest of the week i didn’t say anything to anyone about it because for sure it would cause chaos. as if bomin didn’t smirk or wink at me every time he saw me in the hallways. at first i thought it wasn’t me he was looking at but i soon realized that it happened every time he was near me. i didn’t know why he decided to choose me, but i didn’t hate it. no one had to know that though.

“y/n can you go get me my notebook for me please? i left it on the table during class.” mina smiled at me from across the room because she was in a zoom meeting and wasn’t allowed to leave the screen. i rolled my eyes because she made me get off my bed to walk all the way back to the lecture hall. 

“do you need anything else your majesty?” i scoffed when she gasped saying that she wanted me to bring food for her. when i walked over there, i put both headphones in playing a song that i was obsessed with for a while now, breathe by golden child. as i slowly walked up to the hallway, there was a professor causing me to yank my headphones out of my ears. i said hello then walked into the room but slowly walked back out when i saw bomin and one of our professors. we had three or four classes together and he would either sit in front of me, behind me, but never beside me. 

“just because you’re the team captain, and your parents pay for every major donation to the university won’t help your grades okay bomin? your grades need to rise because if they don’t, i don’t think volleyball is something you should be doing right now.” this professor was new, and she was very brave to be able to even say that to bomin. everyone knew that if you spoke back to bomin he would do anything and everything to get them fired. she wasn’t even a little bit scared. 

“i can just do better on the next test what’s the point of this?” when he replied, i hid around the corner of the door trying not to seem like i was eavesdropping on their conversation. i felt that i shouldn’t be listening to this, because it wasn’t something that i should have heard.

“bomin, if you don’t get your grades up, your coach is going to kick you off the team. i will find you a tutor.” she rolled her eyes putting her hand on his shoulder. my jaw dropped open when i realized what she had said.

“whatever.” he scoffed standing up putting both hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. once he stepped out of the door, he looked down to see me before taking a step towards me then when my back was facing the door, he took another step towards me backing me up against the wall. he leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck as he spoke, 

“if you say anything about this, i will personally come for you. got it love?” as he finished his sentence, before he walked away, i heard a faint click sound. i didn’t know what it was but i looked into the distance when he walked off. i didn’t think much of it and did what i came to do. 

that’s when everything went to shit.

“y/n, you have to get out of here. right now.” the entire volleyball team came running into my room except for their captain. sungyoon was packing my stuff off the table, while joochan was helping me find my hoodie and a hat. he put it on my head quickly before he continued to pace around the room to find something else. donghyun was picking up my bag, while jaehyun was grabbing my phone. i stood there completely clueless before daeyeol grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my dorm. 

“what the fuck is going on?” i looked up at daeyeol then turned around when i heard a huge thump. i saw that jangjun, joochan and youngtaek were all laying on top of each other groaning because they all tried to go through the door at the same time. 

“we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know that if you don’t leave soon, getting an explanation will be the least of your worries.” daeyeol shook his head putting his hand on my lower back pushing me towards the door of the dorm building. that’s when i realized why they were trying to get me out of the building. bomin’s “to be fiance”, and bomin’s mother were getting out of the car when we walked out.

“hyung i told you we shouldn’t have gone this way.” jibeom looked down mumbling under his breath before pulling me away from their eyes. well at least he tried. joochan stepped in a few seconds later telling me that he had it all under control. i looked up at him questioning what he meant. we continued walking which caused joochan to hang back to talk to jaehyun.

“boys! just the people i was looking for. what a coincidence.” his fiance giggled but narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed i was hanging out with the team. i mean i didn’t usually so i would be weirded out too. 

“who the fuck are you?” she scoffed walking up to me just as joochan smoothly jumped over seungmin who was tying his shoe laces. he slid his arm around my waist pulling me to face him completely. i looked up at him shocked at his actions then looked back at the girl. 

“she’s my girlfriend, who the fuck are you?” he mocked back at her before turning to laugh with jangjun who was making jokes in my ear about her to make sure i wasn’t freaking out. i looked back at him giggling at him when he was telling me that he had my back. 

“when’d you get a girl chan?” she laughed then rolled her eyes looking around to see if there was anyone walking out of the building behind us. she then looked at daeyeol crossing her arms, and scoffed. as joochan was about to reply to her she held up her hand to get him to stop talking. 

“okay no. i understand that you think you’ve got it going for you but i don’t think you should be bossing people around like you own the place, especially my man.” i shrugged walking out of joochan’s arms and up into her face. her jaw dropped when she realized i had just talked back to her. she took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed at me then held up her hand to shoo me away. 

“you’re irrelevant right now. daeyeol have you seen a bitch with bomin lately? apparently she’s been trying to slide in with my man.” she scoffed swiping on her phone to hold up the picture. i realized it was me. daeyeol gave me a side glance which gave me a message that i needed to get out of there. now.

“boys, let’s go. and we haven’t, but then again any ‘bitch’ hanging out with bomin is always better than the bitch in front of us.” jangjun scoffed then laughed when he was pushing joochan and i to start walking. we all started walking off, and when bomin’s mom and his fiance walked into the building, bomin showed up out of nowhere. 

“i’ll take her from here. thank you boys.”  he smiled at me holding his hand out to me. i crossed my arms refusing to take his hand but of course, all he had to do was grab my arm pulling me towards the side of the building where it was out of the sight of his mother and to be fiance. he put me up against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. he looked over my shoulder once before turning back to look at me. 

“thank you for playing along with the boys. if i went, it would have caused suspicion, so thank you.” he was genuinely thanking me. was bomin actually a nice kid? was he protecting me right now? he put his hand on my cheek caressing my cheek before looking me straight into the eyes. 

“well i didn’t know what was going on and i figu-” i started my sentence only to see that his eyes moved down to look at my lips. i bit my lip only to meet his eyes again. he kept his eyes on mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes, well it felt like ten minutes. then he spoke. 

“can i kiss you?”

[thepixelelf]

first kiss drabble game

[the colour of courage and roses] Bomin blinks dumbly at the red rose in your outstretched hands. He points at himself. "You like... me?"

Raising your head, you let your eyes dart from Bomin's wide eyes, to his slack jaw, to his pointed finger. You nervously bite the inside of your bottom lip, unsure what to do with his reaction. "Um... yes? I know it's kind of cheesy to do this on Valentine's Day but..." Sighing, you drop the rose to your side and bring your other hand up to rub the back of your neck. "Sorry, this was stupid—"

"No!" In a fit of impulse, Bomin surges forward and grabs the rose from you. He doesn't realize that it puts him really close to your face until he's already there, your eyes wide just like his become. "Uh, it's not— it's not, um, stupid. I actually... I also..."

Something like hope glimmers on your face. "You also...?"

"Can I, um— can I..."

"Sure," you say, breathless. "Yeah."

Bomin closes his eyes and leans in, his lips hitting the corner of your mouth, but he doesn't care. He's finally kissing you.

"I GOT THEM! BOMIN I GOT THEM!"

The shouts force you and Bomin to part, and Bomin can't help glowering at his friend for it.

"I GOT THE— oh, whoa, what?" Jangjun lets the bouquet of red roses — that Bomin was planning to give you today until he forgot them in his dorm and made Jangjun run back to get them before you could leave campus for the afternoon — drop to his side. "Aw man, did I miss it?" He points at the flower in Bomin's hand. "And where did you get another rose?"

[blossom-hwa]

Lina~ can I request Bomin + Secret Garden?

hi anon! thank you so much for the request :) I took secret garden to mean the title - I apologize if I assumed incorrectly, but I still hope you enjoy this!

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

So this is kind of one ending I'm toying around with for Bomin's story in the To Spin a Yarn universe (weaver!au)? It's not set in stone so don't come at me, but it was fun to explore :) You can read what I've posted from the universe here!

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Title: Secret Garden

Pairing: Bomin x fem!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Triggers: mentions of war

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"You got my note."

Bomin nods awkwardly, settling on the bench a short distance away. The garden is dark in the night, only the moon and the stars shining faintly on the flowers. "Yes."

You swallow visibly, even in the dark. "Did you think about what I said?"

Did he think about it? Bomin almost laughs. Your words have been practically the only thing he's thought about for the past day, ever since you said them. But that's not what you mean. "I did," he says honestly.

Your fingers, the fingers he watched so effortlessly weave stories into tapestries and clothing, fidget in your lap. "What did you think?"

Bomin stares at the little expanse of stone between the two of you. "I think..." he begins slowly, "I think I understand. Mostly. "

Relief crashes full and heavy on your face, washing away cracks of worry and fear that Bomin didn't even notice before. "Oh," you reply, voice tight with emotion. "Oh, that's... good." You swallow. "Would you mind if I explained myself more?"

The hesitation in your voice makes Bomin want to cry. He wishes things hadn't gone like this, wishes you could speak as comfortably as you two had learned to before the revolution, but now that you have to face the consequences of taking power and changing an entire country... "Please," he says, almost choking over how formal his voice sounds. "Go ahead."

Your fingers fidget some more. "When I said I didn't want to be queen," you begin, "I didn't mean that - that everything I said before was a lie." Your eyes find his, and Bomin sees the desperation in his mirrored in yours. "I didn't want to be queen. I still don't. I'm not fit to rule a country, especially not one that's just undergone a regime change. But that doesn't mean I don't still love you."

It's Bomin's turn for relief to spread through his chest, overwhelming relief that almost sends him to his knees with how strong the wave feels. "Oh," is all he can manage through the tightness in his chest.

"I realized after you left that I didn't word myself well at all." You smile a little sheepishly, fingers curling into your lap. "I don't want to be queen, Bomin, but when I said that, I didn't mean that everything between us was fake. I didn't mean that I didn't want to marry you." You swallow. "I do. But if it means I have to be queen..."

"I understand." The words come easily from his lips, buoyed by the relief of finally not having to tear apart and piece together every little accent and inflection behind what you spoke yesterday. After all, isn't what you feel a little like how he feels about taking a throne stained with so much blood, blood that you were related to? "You know there are ways we can still be together, though, without you having to be queen?"

"I know." Your smile grows smaller as your eyes dip down to the grass under the bench. "But... I don't know. I'm still a little uncomfortable in the palace. And to be honest, I don't really know myself." You look at him again, and Bomin sees how lost you feel in your eyes. "I've spent my whole life in hiding. Now that I can finally live in the open, I think I want to take some time and just try to live. For real. Not in the palace, where eyes will always be watching me."

Bomin can feel his heart cracking, bit by bit, falling to pieces on the grass. He never expected the war to solve all problems immediately - that never happens, even in the best of cases - but hearing you speak, it all just sounds even more real, even more heartbreaking. "I understand." He tries to smile. "I won't ask you to stay, you know. You're free to do what you want."

Your voice is small. "Even... even if you still love me?"

"Y/N." His hands reach out and take yours, closing over them slowly so as to give you all the time you need to pull away. You don't. "It's not selfish to want to find yourself," he says. "Whatever we have between us, it can wait until you know what you want with yourself. That's most important. I'm not going to keep you anywhere against your will just because I want to be near you." He squeezes your hands. "That's not love. What I want most is for you to be happy. When you're happy, I'll be happy, too."

You look down at your joined hands for a very long time. When you finally raise your head again, your lips tremble, but they've curved into the slightest smile. "You truly aren't your parents," you murmur, almost as though you didn't mean for him to hear. Your eyes sparkle. "Thank you, Bomin."

"You're welcome." Smiling comes more easily now. "Do you know what you plan to do?"

"I don't know, really." You shrug a little. "Jangjun and I want to travel a little. See if we can find more weavers and convince them to come out of hiding. I want to build up our art again, maybe get them to weave their experiences. So nothing like this ever has to happen again."

Bomin's heart bursts with pride at your words, the smile on his face growing wider. "I think that's a good plan," he says. "If you ever need help, you know you can ask me or Joochan."

"Right." You smile. "There's one part of that plan, though, that I know for sure."

He raises an eyebrow. "What's that?"

You tangle your fingers together and squeeze once, softly. The warmth of your hands seems to travel into his as you stare into his eyes. "I'll come back, Bomin," you say softly. "I'm not leaving forever. Whatever we decide to do in the future... I'll still come back. To see you again, in this garden." Your smile trembles, but the sparkle of your eyes, Bomin thinks, is even more beautiful than the stars. "If you'll have me."

"Are you kidding?" Bomin laughs. Your eyes crinkle like stars blinking in the night. "Of course I'll have you." He squeezes your fingers. "Always."

It doesn't feel forced when your lips meet under the moon, pressing to each other once, gently, softly. Barely a finger's length separates you when you pull away, eyes sparkling into his. "I love you, Bomin," you whisper. "Remember that."

"I love you too, Y/N." He kisses you once more. "For all time, always."

[byzantiumshades]

Pairing: Choi Bomin (Golden Child) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Contains: Dirty talk, mentions of pegging, hand job, dry-humping, praise kink, nipple play

Word count: 1183

A/N: Three words: That Psycho cover. Fuck???

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Curiosity killed the cat, they say, yet you couldn’t help yourself. Pretending to look at the newspaper you were observing your boyfriend as he changed into some comfortable clothes after work.

„So…,” you started seemingly uninterested.

When you didn’t finish, he looked up with a raised brow.

“So?” repeated Bomin questioningly taking off his white shirt.

“So what is your opinion on harness?”

He choked on air and turned away from you to face the closet ostentatiously pondering what to wear.

“Why are you asking?”

He sounded uninterested but both his ears and the back of his neck were flushed. You smirked seeing that and got up quietly. Bomin gasped softly when you wrapped your arms around his naked waist from behind, your smirk widened when you felt the shudder that went through his body.

“Because I can’t get out of my head the image of you in them baby,” you murmured placing gentle kisses on his back and shoulders.

“I-is that so,” he gasped grabbing tightly the edge of one of the shelves.

“I want to fuck you in it so badly,” you sighed as your left hand slowly slipped down his torso.

Bomin whimpered when you started to massage his length through his sweats with just the right amount of pressure to make his knees weak. You barely started, and he was already worked up: his lean body covered with a thin layer of sweat, breathing fast and heavy, legs trembling slightly as you pressed your body against his.

“It’d look so good next to all the hickeys I’d place on your chest and back. Not to mention how it’d emphasize your silhouette.”

You knew what your words were doing to him – you could literally feel it under your hand. You rolled your hips against his ass, and he moaned clearly reminded of other activities you liked to engage in. Not that he complained: there was nothing that made his vision go white as often as your strap hitting his prostate.

“Y-you promised me you w-wouldn’t make any h-hickeys,” he stuttered pushing his body into yours.

He could easily turn the tables and press you against the wall, Bomin knew that. However, it turned him on to no end that you had complete control over him even though you were smaller and physically weaker than him. You could put him on his knees just like that, and he’d eat out of your hand.

“Can’t I have some fun even in my imagination,” you huffed rolling your eyes.

Bomin laughed softly with a shake of his head.

“Well,” he started only to cut himself with a quiet moan.

“Well what?” you asked with a smirk rubbing the head on his dick through the fabric.

He took a deep breath trying to take himself together, but he failed thanks to your ministrations.

“It’s not like I don’t like it,” he sighed.

“Quite the opposite,” he added quietly.

Your embrace tightened just a little, but he felt it. And then he felt you rubbing your crotch against his butt.

“Come again?” you purred tracing patterns on his naked chest with your free hands.

He whispered your name as you started to toy with his nipples: massaging them with your fingertips, teasing the areoles with your nails. You chuckled quietly taking in his current position as he begged you for more.

“Aren’t you a pretty little slut my sweet Bomin? Pushing your ass into my crotch, chest into my hands. Bet I’d make you scream my name if I took you against that wall.”

“I-I,” he managed to say but you didn’t let him finish.

His hard cock sprung out as you pulled down his sweats and slapped his lower abdomen. You spat on your left hand and wrapped your fingers around the length making him cry out your name much louder than before.

“Oh, is someone sensitive here?”

Bomin only huffed in answer trying his best not to fuck your hand. He wanted to move his hips so badly, but he also knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He also knew you were waiting for him to make a mistake, and he really didn’t want to give you this satisfaction.

“What did you, ugh, expect after, um, teasing me like that,” he answered successfully despite your ministrations.

You were absolutely delighted by his determination not to lose against you. He was bound to fail in the end of course but Bomin knew it made you wet every single time when he opposed you just a little. This way his surrender tasted much sweeter and felt like an actual reward for you. He often used that fact to tease you and push your boundaries – invariably cocky even after you brought him to tears and his body was spent.

“God, you don’t even know how aroused I am right now,” you panted shaking your head.

“My pussy is throbbing for you, baby.”

“Fuck,” he said only as his dick twitched in your hand at those words.

You rubbed your crotch against his ass harder deciding to check if you can get off this way. Turning your boyfriend into such a mess was highly arousing itself. The way he cried out your name and trembled thanks to your ministrations combined with rough texture of your jeans should definitely make you come.

“Are you close baby?” you asked lazily rolling your hips in the rhythm of your strokes.

Bomin quickly realized what you were up to, so he started to rub his butt against you creating even more friction than before. You gasped caught off guard by the spark of raw pleasure that sparkled in your body.

“My pussy is clenching around nothing Bomin,” you moaned into his shoulder.

“I’d rather milk your dick,” you added in a mischievous tone.

It was like the last straw that broke the bowl: with a loud moan of your name he snapped his hips forward. You loosened your fingers just enough for him to be able to fuck it and focused on getting off yourself. Bomin was murmuring something that was a chaotic mix of your name, begs and promises.

“Holy fuck I’m coming,” he cried out as his cum covered your fingers and hand.

The wave of pleasure flooded your body shortly after and your eyes rolled back. Panting you rolled your hips slowly one last time just to tease yourself as your pussy throbbed. Your boyfriend breathed heavily, his body trembling. You placed a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades and moved away a little.

“I really need to buy you that harness,” you chuckled trying to catch your breath.

He turned around to face you and his arms circled your waist immediately.

“Maybe when I get a few days off,” Bomin answered with a mischievous smirk.

“And why is that?” you asked tilting your head curiously.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after that,” he shrugged licking his swollen from biting lips.

“Yeah, me neither,” you murmured before pushing him against the wall with a sole purpose to kiss him breathless in your mind.

Copyright © 2020-2022 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

[golchaworld]

Lovin’ Through the Summertime | C. BM

➳ pairing: choi bomin x fem!reader, cameos from nct jeno and tbz eric

➳ genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff (like disgustingly sweet)

➳ word count: ~2.2k

➳ warnings: cursing, literally one reference of condoms

➳ summary: All you wanted was a quiet summer camping trip with your two best friends. But when Yeonsoo brings her boyfriend and his two best friends with him, all hope goes down the drain. Can something good come out of this trip? (Hint: yes, something can).

A/N: When I tell y’all this took me ages to write? I mean it. It’s super short and simple but I actually really like it. I hope you all do we well. As usual, comments and feedback are always more than welcome. Enjoy!

The first thing you notice when you hop out of the car is that it’s muddy.  The ground is wet, and gives way with a discomforting squelch for each step you take.  You knew that camping the day after a storm was a bad idea, but you seemed to be the only one.

Even now, your best friends, Lina and Yeonsoo, buzz around you with excitement.  The chatter about how great the trip will be, how much fun you guys will have, and everything in between, seemingly oblivious to the state of the ground.

The three of you unpack the car to the best of your abilities, having brought way more supplies than needed.  Lina claims that it’s because she knows that the guys will forget things, and you honestly don’t have enough knowledge to disagree.

Lina suggested the camping trip as a way to have some fun and decompress over the summer.  It was Yeonsoo, however, who took that as an invite to invite her boyfriend and his two friends.  You had only met Jeno a handful of times, and he seemed nice enough, but you didn’t know him all that well.  Needless to say, going on an overnight camping trip with two strangers and one barely-an-acquaintance was not your ideal way to decompress.

However, for the sake of your friends, you decided to shut up and bear it.  All you had to do was enjoy your best friends, and hopefully the boys would simply fade to the background.

When the three of you are about halfway done with setting up the tent on barely stable ground, you realize fading to the background is not something Jeno and his friends are used to.  They pull up to your campsite in a beat up Toyota Camry, obnoxiously honking the horn in a way that has all of the birds flying off.

Jeno is the first to exit the car, smiling widely as he greets Yeonsoo with a kiss.  The second boy to exit the car fakes a gag loudly, making Lina giggle.  Even though you don’t want to smile, you do.

“No PDA for the next 24 hours!”  The boy yells, and once again you realize that your quiet trip is over.

When the final boy exits the car, your breath catches in the back of your throat.  He’s cute?  Handsome?  Pretty?  All you know is that he looks good.  Like really good.  He’s tall, at least 90% legs, but not lanky.  His jaw is strong, cheeks slightly rounded, with cheekbones that protrude the perfect amount.  His nose is striking, slightly rounded at the end.  His eyes look kind, even though they seem to hold a level of exasperation at his friends’ loud entrance.

Pretty boy slings a backpack over his shoulder as he silently approaches the group.  Jeno, contrastingly, is hugging both you and Lina, showering you both with greetings and small talk.  It’s the loud boy that nudges him in the ribs and knocks him out of his chatter.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Jeno’s eyes widen.  “Oh my gosh!  I’m sorry.  Guys, this is Lina and Y/N, and you already know Yeonsoo.  Lina and Y/N, this is Eric and that’s Bomin.”

The four of you exchange soft greetings, and you instantly find yourself enamored by pretty boy’s, Bomin’s, voice.  It’s deep and smooth, but has a soft lilt to it as he ends his sentences.  Something about it is melodic, soothing, and you find yourself wanting him to speak more.  But it’s Yeonsoo who speaks instead.

“Why don’t you guys start unpacking?  It’s going to be hard finding a place to set up.  The ground is a little wet.”

You find yourself muttering under your breath before you even realize it.  “A little is an understatement.”

There’s a soft chuckle from across from you.  When you look up, you meet the eyes of Bomin, whose lips are pulled up into a closed-lipped smile.  Instantly, you flush.  Gosh, what a first impression.

Eventually, Yeonsoo claps her hands twice, and everyone gets to work. You busy yourself with finishing up your tent before moving three sleeping bags into it. However, you’re stopped mid-endeavor by Lina, who claps a hand over your shoulder. 

“The third sleeping bag isn’t going in here, love.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Where would it go, then?”

Lina just motions towards where Jeno and Yeonsoo are working on setting up another tent, which makes three in total. The couple looks absolutely enamored, playful banter being exchanged while they pitch the tent. 

“Oh.”

Lina giggles. “Yeah, oh. So you can leave her sleeping bag in the car. She’ll grab it later.”

You nod, heading back over to the car, glad when Lina accompanies you. “So I guess it’s just the two of us, then?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Lina lowers her voice to a whisper. “That Eric guy is kind of cute, don’t you think?”

She’s right, of course, Eric is cute. His strong jaw and distinct nose make a perfect combination, and with his confident, bubbly aura, he’s a picture of perfection. He’s just not exactly your type, nor the guy you have your eye on. 

Bomin, at the moment, is looking at Eric chastisingly. The two of them are chopping firewood, trying to gather the supplies before the day grows dark. Eric, however, is swinging the axe around, aiming to do some fake kung fu moves instead of helping. You can’t stop the small smile that blooms on your face at the way Bomin rolls his eyes. 

You turn back to Lina with the smile still placed on your face. “He is cute. I think you should go for it.”

“You really think so?!” Lina beams. “Oh my god, okay. Should I talk to him? Is it too forward to try and get him into my tent tonight? Wait, then what would happen to you? Would you sleep in the car?”

Lina’s words come out a mile a minute, very clearly illustrating her unfiltered line of thought. You plácate her with a small laugh and a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about me,” you encourage. “Go get your man! I’ll be fine.”

.        .        .

The fire radiates a soft glow by the time the sky is streaked with soft oranges and pinks. It’s a result of Eric and Bomin’s hard work, leaving both of the boys pink in the face with exertion. 

You’ve always admired how the summertime leaves everything pink. There’s the brilliant magenta of flower petals, the soft rosy color of the sunrises and sunset, the warm blush that rises from childish laughter. There’s just something about summer that leaves everything in a pink glow, making you fall in love with the season over and over again. 

The sunset is almost as pink as Bomin’s lips, which form soft sounds that you’re not quite paying attention to. His voice is deep and soothing, having a mellow lilt to it that ends in a slight lisp. His cheeks are even more rounded as he goes through each word, features drawing upwards into a slow smile. 

“You know,” Bomin begins softly. “I never thought I would actually like camping, but this is nice.”

Jeno sighs dreamily, staring at Yeonsoo’s profile. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Eric throws a piece of hotdog bun at his friend, causing all of you to erupt into laughter. You find yourself drawn to Bomin’s laugh, a little louder than the others. It’s cute, the way his eyes are crinkled around the edges, cheeks retaining a rosy glow. Maybe everything about Bomin is cute, and you’d like to find out either way. 

“Anyways,” Eric calls everyone’s attention. “What made you guys want to go camping in the first place?”

You roll your eyes. “Honestly, I don’t even know. It was Lina’s idea.”

Lina’s cheeks bloom a fiery red once Eric’s eyes fall on her. You’re never seen her this flustered, seeing as she usually can command an army of boys with just a snap of her fingers. But with Eric, she seems nothing short of flustered. 

Bomin seems to notice it too, if the way he smiles into his cup is anything to go by. He meets your eyes over the rim of said cup, sending you a small wink. You’re quick to avert your gaze. 

The conversation easily devolves into hushed whispers from Jeno and Yeonsoo, drowned out by the excited banter between Lina and Eric. You and Bomin remain quiet, staring down at the fire or up at the sky in between the glances you steal. 

Eventually, the sun disappears behind the horizon, leaving an onyx sky in its wake. Numerous stars twinkle up above, and you find yourself increasingly drawn to the clarity of the night. You map out the constellations you know, only turning back to the fire when you’ve named them all. You’re surprised to catch Bomin’s eyes when you do so. 

If the red on the tips of his ears is anything to go by, he had been watching you just as intensely as you we’re watching the stars. The thought sends a warm flurry through your core. 

You’re brought out of the moment by Lina clapping her hands, declaring that it is officially time for s’mores. Yeonsoo and Jeno offer no signs that they have heard the declaration, still speaking in hushed tones and soft giggles. Lina doesn’t pay them any mind, choosing instead to fetch the ingredients from where they had been stored in a bag. 

She puts six marshmallows onto six individual skewers, thrusting them into the hands of each person sitting around the fire. Everyone seems to smile in unison, leaning forward in their seats to roast their sweets over the open flame. 

“You know,” Lina begins, glancing over at Eric. “There’s something romantic about sitting under the stars.”

Jeno glances over at Yeonsoo with a dopey smile. “I know what you mean.”

Bomin meets your eyes from across the fire once again, scrunching up his nose in mock disgust. When you smile in response, he does the same, seemingly smug over the fact that he made you smile. 

Your moment is quickly ruined, however, by a loud screech. Eric quickly stands from his chair, waving around his now on fire marshmallow frantically. He continues to run in circles, even after the fire has dulled to a soft stream of smoke. The entire group erupts into laughter. 

“It’s not funny,” Eric pouts. “I just ruined my marshmallow.”

Lina smiles, her awestruck gaze trained on the boy as if he were the center of her universe. You guess that in the moment, he just might be.

“It’s okay, Eric. We have plenty of marshmallows left.”

You watch silently as the two head over to the bag of sweets left on the picnic table behind you. They skewer the marshmallow together, whispering and giggling all the while. When you meet Bomin’s gaze from across the fire, he rolls his eyes. You bite back a smile. 

After another ten minutes, all the s’mores are devoured, and Yeonsoo complains of a stomachache. Her boyfriend has a protective palm over the girl’s abdomen, rubbing slow circles to attempt to ease the pain. It doesn’t surprise you when seconds later, the two announce that they’re turning in for the night. 

Lina is quick to follow afterwards, making googly eyes at Eric as she cleans up her area. The boy looks confused for a moment before snapping to attention. He lets out an over dramatic yawn, stretching his limbs in an exaggerated movement. 

“Yeah I’m going to turn in, too,” Eric states, shooting Bomin a not-so-subtle wink. Suddenly you feel left out of the conversation. 

“Good night, you two,” Bomin calls out to their retreating figures. “Use a condom!”

Eric only throws up a middle finger in reply, much to the satisfaction of his best friend. When the two climb into one of the remaining tents, Bomin turns to you. 

“And then there were two,” he smiles, the curve of his lips accentuated by the open flame of the campfire. “I’m sorry about Eric. You can take the last tent. I’ll sleep in the car.”

“No!”

Your objection comes out way louder than you intended it to, ringing out in the silence of the night. Instantly, your face heats up. 

“I mean, don’t apologize. It’s Lina’s fault, too. You can sleep in the tent, too!

The corners of Bomin’s lips quirk up. “Too?”

“Yeah, I mean…” you take a second to recollect your thoughts, hands nervously fiddling with your hair. “Like we can both sleep in there, if you want. It’s big enough. We don’t have to, though. I know we just met and—“

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Your eyes widen in disbelief. 

Bomin just shrugs nonchalantly, but his facade is easily broken by the bright blush of his cheeks. Even in the night time, that soft pink color still stands out. You love it. 

“Well, let’s clean up, then. And then I guess...I guess we can go to bed?”

Bomin smiles at your words, blush getting darker as it spreads across his face. 

“Yeah. Let’s go to bed.”

[shijakbuteoda]

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↳ spiritual awakening ; oneshot !! (possible series) reader x txt’s choi soobin you were dead, you figured as much upon glancing through your hands. so - why was there a ridiculously handsome face staring back at you as you appeared, and why was his expression lacking fear or even surprise.

- supernatural au, seer!soobin, poltergeist!reader ↳ crumbling ; oneshot !! reader x nct’s jung jaehyun assertive, detached, independent; all characteristics of an aquarian. the very same characteristics that worked their way into jaehyun’s persona. once his mind was made, there was no wavering him from his goal... or so he thought. 

- soulmate au (hearing each other’s thoughts), jungwoo’s childhood friend!reader, idol!jaehyun

↳ shitty books and coffee ; oneshot !! reader x wayv/nct’s wong kunhang (hendery) hendery skips practice, you skip classes, and the pair of you find yourselves in a routine of coming to a small bookstore/cafe to catch a glimpse of one another. the pair of you find an escape in reading. you both start reading the same book only to find out how shitty it is, thus striking up a conversation and maybe something more.

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↳ inner thoughts ; possible series !! reader x the boyz lee juyeon you have psychometric powers, which are hard to keep under wraps in being an idol wherein you have to make physical contact with your fans, dancers, other idols and anything of the like. you accidentally bump into juyeon in the halls after promoting at music bank, and are floored when your powers don’t work on him.

- idol!reader, idol!juyeon, supernatural au, co-mc protagonists (the show) ↳ break in time ; oneshot !! reader x the boyz sunwoo wherein everyone has a soulmate, but a different way in which they meet them. reader has never had any inkling as to who their soulmate is, nor their connection, but comes to meet sunwoo in, well, a weird circumstance.. time has stopped. 

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