#gyugyu

[yeonzzzn]

🎵main one: beomgyu x fem!reader | high-school au!, rockstar!beoms, popular!beoms, neighbors. | warnings: cute ♡

wanting to be your main one even if it’s just tonight…

[3.1k words] ☆ [pls do not repost]

The way Beomgyu walks down the halls and waves makes it seem like he’s the king and we are his subjects. 

You leaned against your locker, watching closely at how every girl in the hall was practically on their knees for Beomgyu. 

He was the most popular guy in school, and you understood completely why he was. He’s been your next-door neighbor for as long as you can remember. 

As children, you two would play together at the park or in the front yard of each other's houses. But on the first day of middle school, everything changed. 

Other girls started noticing him, he was welcomed in with the other popular kids at school. And the two of you grew apart. 

You felt jealous over the attention he would get from classmates, you were in love with him after all. Always had been. 

Growing up Beomgyu’s bedroom was right across from yours, you watched as he grew taller, watched as his room changed from action figures and toys to guitars and rock n roll posters. He set up a miniature recording booth in the corner.  His outfits changed from his colorful aura to black leather jackets, white tank tops, ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots, and even grew his hair longer. 

Beomgyu became the definition of a rockstar. And it made you fall even more in love with him. 

You would sit at your desk and listen as he would sing into the microphone, closing your eyes, and just listening to the soothing of his voice. You could have sworn he had the voice of an angel. 

Watching as his room changed, you always watched the multiple girls he would sneak in and out of his house in the middle of the night. Which didn’t start until late junior year of high school. 

You tried to keep to yourself, to not peek out your window to try and listen to what they could possibly be talking about or doing, but it was hard when Beomgyu kept his blinds open as if he was inviting you to watch. 

The temptation always got the best of you, as you would peek out of the side of your eyes, seeing them making out on his bed as the female would straddle him, hands messing up his perfectly beautiful hair. 

You didn’t realize how much your head had turned until Beomgyu’s mocha eyes matched with yours. The girl was leaving kisses on his neck, giving Beomgyu a full view of you. 

You felt your face flush and the smirk that played on his face as he looked back at you, his lower lip tucking gently between his teeth. 

You quickly got up and rushed to your window, dropping the blinds, and making them out of sight. 

So it made complete sense why Beomgyu was strolling around campus today acting like the mighty king he was with the girl he was making out with the night before attached to his hip. 

You shook your head, how could the sweet boy you once played in the dirt with, grow up to be such a player? 

You rested your head against the locker, picturing what it would look like if it were you beside him inside of her. His arm wrapped around your hip, your hands in his chest, head resting on his shoulder. The whole school being jealous of the power couple you’d be. Oh, what you would do to be one of his girls…

But unfortunately, Beomgyu doesn’t date. He’s made that much clear. 

Beomgyu makes eye contact with you, giving you a wide smile. 

You quickly turned around facing your locker, gripping the lock and putting in the combination acting as if you needed to get something out. Anything to make it seem like you saw nothing last night. 

But you weren’t free like you thought. 

Beomgyu appears to your right, closing the locker door. You slightly jumped at his appearance, not wanting to look at him. 

“Y/N,” he said with a tease in his tone. 

“Beomgyu.” 

Beomgyu softly poked your shoulder, “You going to look at me?” 

You ignored him. 

He sighed, flipping you around to face him. You pressed against the locker, one of his hands to the right of your head, pushing the other hand into the pocket of his jeans. 

You stared up at him, his doe eyes connecting with yours.

“We are neighbors and childhood friends, you think you can just ignore me like that?” 

You scoff, “Beoms, we barely speak to each other.” 

He nodded, but a smirk played across his face, “Enjoy your view last night? Hmm?” 

You felt your face redden, Beomgyu’s smile widening. It took everything in you to look away and to bite your tongue. 

“I saw nothing.” 

“Y/N, you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you practically since birth, you don’t think I haven’t noticed that you watch me?”

You wanted to push and shout at him for even bringing up how close you two used to be. To be angry with him for cornering you like this. 

“Maybe you should keep your blinds closed,” you snapped, pushing him away from you, “we are done here.” 

You shoved your shoulder into him as you walked away from him.

“Y/N!” he called for you. 

And your response was flipping him the bird, as you made your way down the hall. 

Beomgyu chuckled as he watched you leave him, his lips tucking between his teeth. 

—

“Y/N!!! Girl!! you HAVE to go with me tomorrow night!” your best friend, Joy shouted out. 

You rolled your eyes at her while you folded your laundry, “I said I would like to stay home and catch up on my dramas.” 

She rolled her eyes back at you, “Girl, you watch your dramas every weekend!” you walk to the closet and put away your clean clothes, “it’s the last game of the school year before we graduate! Come on! please!”

You cross your arms, watching as your best friend give you her begging eyes. 

And it broke you. 

“Fine!” you shouted at her, “but I won’t go to the party afterward.” 

Joy flung herself onto your bed, kicking her feet back and forth, “you’ll definitely come to the party too.”

Before you could protest, a shout came from Beomgyu’s room, scaring the living hell out of both you and Joy. 

You both ran to your window and flung it open, staring across the way at Beomgyu, who was pacing around his room in excitement. 

“What’s going on with him?” Joy asked, raising an eyebrow. 

You shrugged, “who knows when it comes to him, he could have won an auction for a new guitar or something.” 

Joy shoved herself out the window, “Hey! Choi Beomgyu!” 

He looks over, copying Joy’s position out his own window, “Hey! Kim Joy!” 

“Keep it down will ya?” she pouts, “some people are trying to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Beomgyu snickered, “Then why are you yelling at me?”

“Ugh! Because we want peace and quiet. Why are you so loud!”

“Motor.” he winked. 

“Well keep the motor down!” Joy said, stepping away from the window. 

You closed the window, watching as Beomgyu did the same, he gave you a soft smile before dropping the blinds, removing him from your sight. 

“Anyways you’re going to the party!” Joy clapped. 

“No! I am not!” 

—

You found yourself standing in the corner of the room surrounded by a sea of drunk toddlers. Well, high school students but they were acting like toddlers. 

Your eyes connected with Joy, who was having the time of her life dancing on the couch, motioning for you to come over with her. 

Shaking your head, you sank deeper into the wall, wishing you could slip inside it away from everyone else. 

You couldn’t believe she even talked you into coming tonight. You wanted to stand your ground but you obviously broke. 

Taehyun, the class president, who was also the one throwing this party, stood on top of the coffee table in the living room, waving his hands in the air, attempting to get everyone’s attention. 

To his dismay, it didn’t work. Taehyun glances around the room, locking eyes with someone and motioning them over, “Beomgyu!” 

You froze up. Wait?!? He's here?! You wanted to leave immediately. To disappear into thin air never to be seen again. You caught yourself fixing your black skirt, making sure it was in the right place, flattening out your cream-colored crop, and adjusting your fire-red leather jacket. 

You caught yourself just as you glanced down at your boots to make sure they were tied when you realized just exactly what you were doing. 

You didn’t need to fix yourself for him. He wasn’t interested in you at all. 

You watched as Beomgyu stood on the table beside his best friend, slipping his index and thumb between his lips, letting out a strong loud whistle. It was even louder than the music. 

“Thank you, Gyu,” Taehyun nodded at his friend, “now get the fuck off my coffee table, this shit was expensive.” 

Beomgyu chuckled as he jumped down from the table, motioning for the younger one to proceed. 

“Now then, with the celebration of the fact that we all graduate in a few months!” The sea of students clapped and cheered, “And the fact we won the game tonight, drank to the victory and now it’s time for the party games!” More cheers from the crowd, “We will get into multiple groups and play games, rotating between them. Everyone get into groups of at least ten, if you don’t want to play games then get the fuck out of my house! LETS GO!!” 

Everyone scattered around the house, getting into their groups and setting themselves up at each game station Taehyun had prepared. 

Joy made her way towards you, you automatically waved your hands to shoo her away, “No! Joy, I don’t want to!”

She linked her arm with yours anyway, dragging you across the room and into the kitchen. 

She forced you down with her onto the cold tile, forming the perfect circle. 

You noticed Taehyun across from you and Beomgyu sitting to his left. 

Taehyun held an empty glass bottle in his hands as he whispered something into Beomgyu’s ear. 

You noticed immediately what the glass bottle was for, you looked up seeing Beomgyu was already staring at you. 

Fidgeting out of Joy’s arm you tried to stand up. But your best friend was way too quick, “No! Don’t leave me!”

“Leaving already, Y/L/N?” Taehyun asked, “We haven’t started the first round yet.” 

You looked around at everyone else, slowly sitting back down on the tile, “No, sorry.” 

You could feel the smile radiating off Beomgyu’s face as you tucked your legs underneath you. Oh what have you gotten yourself into?

Taehyun explained the rules of spin the bottle, except this game would be more interesting, instead of just kissing the person the bottle lands on, you’ll be shoved into a closet with them for ten minutes, leaving it open to the two on what they decide to do. 

The first round began, everyone taking turns going counterclockwise, each person one by one spun, found their make-out partner, hid in the closet, and came back ten minutes later. 

You noticed the disappointment on all the girls' faces when the bottle didn’t land on Beomgyu. You rolled your eyes in disgust but were secretly happy that the game didn’t start off with him, meaning he would be the last to spin. 

It was finally your turn to spin the bottle, you shakenly placed your hand on the cold glass. You closed your eyes as you spun it, terrified to open your eyes once you heard the bottle stop moving. 

The girls around you gasped and followed up with soft whispers to the ones around them. 

You slowly open your eyes, following the direction the bottle was pointing, seeing it stop in front of Beomgyu. 

Beomgyu looked just as surprised as you. He stared down at the bottle, slowly looking up to make eye contact with you. 

“Well then you two!” Taehyun clapped his hands, “Off you go!” 

The closet was a lot smaller than you hoped.

You both sit on opposite ends from each other. Backs against the wall. Your legs sat in between each other, it was the only comfortable way to sit in this small space. 

The only thing you both could do was stare at each other. You felt as if your heart was going to tear open your skin and bounce right out. 

“Well,” Beomgyu finally spoke the silence, “we have ten minutes so should we get to work on-“

You stopped him there, “Do not speak to me as if I am one of your girls.” 

He raised his eyebrows, letting out a soft laugh, “One of my girls?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, you literally have a different female every week, but never the same one.”

“So you admit to watching me then?” he titled his head, resting it against the wall. 

You bit your lip, not wanting to speak the truth but opening your mouth anyways, “Yes and so what? It’s hard to not notice when all I hear is giggling and when you keep your blinds open the entire time.” 

He smiled, checking the time on his phone, “we now have eight minutes.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I said stop treating me like one of your girls.”

“But you want to be one of them, don’t you?” 

Your body tingled at his words, your face flushing pink. Thanking whichever god was listening that the closet was dark enough to where he couldn’t see it. 

Quickly nodding, you answer, “Why on earth would I want to be?” 

“Because I can see it on your face, Y/N,” Beomgyu leans forward, wrapping his arms around his legs, “you’re not the only one watching.” 

You narrowed your eyes, “what does that even mean?” 

“I pay attention to you. I notice your body language when you see me with someone else. I noticed the look on your face the other night. You want me.” 

“Oh please, Beoms, we aren’t children.” 

He smiles at you, “I’ve missed you, you know that?” 

You scoffed at him, “Yeah? then why did you let us drift apart?” 

Beomgyu slid back onto the wall, “because I didn’t want to put you through any of this.” 

You raised a brow, “put me through what, Beomgyu?” 

He shook his head, his dark hair covering his eyes.

“I know what you feel for me.”

Your heart stopped. He knows you’re in love with him? You tried to play it off, “Beoms, that’s ridiculous.”

“Isn’t it?” he looked back up at you, “that you’ve loved me all these years and never said anything?” 

You broke eye contact with him, “how did you know?” 

He sighs, “You aren’t the only one who watches, remember?”

“Just say it, don’t beat around the bush.” 

“Because the way you look at me is the same way I look at you.” 

You sat forward, pulling your legs underneath you, “what?”

“Y/N, I have been in love with you since we were children. I noticed the way you would look at me, how happy you’d get when our parents let us play in the yard or go down to the park,” he shook his head, giving a half smile, “I didn’t realize how I felt until I sat outside one day after school, waiting for you to come out and then your mom noticing I was sitting in the yard and came to tell me you were sick.” 

You sat back, your heart aching. 

Beomgyu continued, “That’s when I realized I missed you, that I felt lonely without you there. That my heart pounded so fast when you recovered. I paid more attention to you, and as we grew older, the feelings grew deeper. I noticed the way you would look at me, and I realized that it was the same way I’d look at you.”

He let out a soft laugh, “It was insane how badly I fell for you, but obviously going into middle school, things changed. I got noticed by other girls, became friends with more people, I got into music…none of it is an excuse to push you away. But I saw the look on your face when the first girl to ever ask me out, the way it hurt you. I knew then I couldn’t bring you into this, I didn’t want you to be hurt by the attention.”

You stopped him, “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!?”

“I did not know how to, I let time slip between my fingers and before I knew it we were now seniors in high school and you’re sitting in front of me because of a stupid party game.” 

You shook your head, “You’re right, I want to be one of your girls, even if it was just for tonight. I got so nervous when I saw the bottle land on you, but I also saw it as fate because I might have been able to finally feel and have that part of you that the other girls have gotten…but…”

Beomgyu sat up, inching himself closer to you, your knees touching each other, “But what?”

You looked deeply into his mocha eyes, “I don’t want to just be one of your girls, Beoms. I want to be the main one.” 

Beomgyu rested his hand on your cheek, glazing his thumb over your skin, “can I kiss you?” 

You nodded, “Please.” 

His soft lips crashed onto yours. You kissed him back and leaned more into him, his hands softly gripping your hips. 

Your hands found their way into his hair, feeling how smooth it was, how soft it felt to play with your fingers. 

Beomgyu deepens the kiss, sending shock waves through your body, his hand sliding up and down your arms, your body tingling at his very touch. 

The knock on the door jolted the both of you away from each other. Your heart is in your throat, too scared to speak. 

“Time up for you two! It's been over ten minutes!” Taehyun’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

Beomgyu laughed, “What’s so funny?” you asked. 

“That we’ve both been pinning for each other this long.” 

You softly giggled, “Yeah it’s crazy,” you looked down at the carpeted floor.

“What’s wrong, love?” Beomgyu asked, taking your chin and lifting you to look at him, “talk to me.” 

“Why didn’t you ever date these girls?” 

“I did date a few, but it just never lasted and I vowed to just not date.” 

“But why?”

He smiled, “Because I was waiting for you.”

Another knock on the door. 

“Come on,” Beomgyu stood up, pulling you with him, “say we leave this party, ya? You hungry?”

You smiled up at him, nodding. 

Beomgyu took your hand in his, leading you out of the closet.

[vesvosmozhno]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEOMGYU!!!

Sorry your fandom gaslit me into thinking you were the maknae

[the-unacknowledged-ones]

So I was just going to ask Chris-Chris @nvrendngstry to help me make tea because he said I am not allowed to use the stove and or electric kettle, like.. I just burned one!!... Well that aside... He was wearing a sleeveless shirt...

Yeah that was the story

[euphor1a]

[ipegchangbin]

bp!mingyu anon here from a writing blog that took forEVAAA‼️omgg like why is setting up your account to make it look all pretty so hard? pretty privilege affecting blogs is so cruel z😔

LOL no but now that i’ve made it i’m low key like what do i dooo? when i wrote on tumblr before which was like 2 years ago? i never really indulged in it as far as like making mutuals, posting things besides my fics (i used to write something for one fandom, post it, interact with feedback & then dip until i wrote something again😭)

so i’m a bit nervous LOL, so if you have any advice or anything i’m all ears :))

but anyways i’m nico if you wanted to know my last name after boypussy!mingyu anon cause that’s the government name fr‼️‼️

hi boypussy mingyu a—sorry hi nico!!

omg this feels so special its like one of those face reveals on youtube but better !!! the long setup (omfg i feel you) was worth it, your blog is so cute i immediately went :0 when i saw it!

yk at first when i established this blog i didnt mean to write or make it like a whole thing i initially just wanted to share fics i like and also put my thoughts out there so maybe my ““advice”�� wld be very small lmfao

but what i urge you to do is to be very unapologetic and shameless with your work!! keep boosting it! let your people see it!!! never feel bad to reach out to someone who might like your work in order to feel seen. youll surely be loved! (i love you already)

now go post some boypussy work as your heart wishes im so so SO seated for more!! nice to finally meet you nico jellipuff boypussymingyuanon ^^

[the-unacknowledged-ones]

“You’re weak, huh?”

... Hyung, hyung is not fair!!! I was trying to eat a Banana and you walked by shirtless... I almost died... I choked!!!

[euphor1a]

So. How do we feel about Jungkook going live at 4 am at his apartment with Mingyu to let him rest his head on his shoulder, hold hands and have a last drink and then turn the live off?

[rennebright]

『GyuGyuっと♡Show Window』 by akchu [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[ajtostolahazba]

Ma arról beszélgettünk a lányokkal, hogy mik azok a magyar filmek, amiket muszáj látni, mert van mondanivalójuk, vagy simán alapművek. Szóba jött a Trezor, a Vizsga, a Te rongyos élet, a Dögkeselyű, az Eldorádó vagy az Uramisten. ( A kötelező Csapd le csacsi most nem, csak olyanok, amik odab@sznak). És az ötödik pecsét persze. Hazajöttem, megnéztem. Nem emlékeztem már teljesen, de basszus ez a film ma is ( ha lehet, ma még inkább!) aktuális! A dilemma engem se hagy nyugodni: hogy Timoteus lennék, vagy Gyugyu... Zseniális film, zseniális mondanivaló és kivitelez��s...

Ma nem alszom jól azt hiszem De minden perc megérte!

[cheolhub]

IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now. 

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label. 

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid. 

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you. 

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion. 

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does. 

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up. 

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.” 

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless. 

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer. 

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion. 

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure. 

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans. 

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him. 

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours. 

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[4bambi]

         ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶    bamgyuu

              gyugyu

[faustiandevil]

It someone’s birth, and it @soapkaars, so I wanted to do a bit of a collage of master studies of things he likes, but… yeah… kinda died on the last one. I’m still proud of the Habfürdő/The Man Who Knew Too Much part, especially the shading on Abbott’s coat.

Happy Birthday Gyugyu~!! Nya~

[the-unacknowledged-ones]

«txt: Beomie» reread. You literally told me.

Txt:.... I.. forgot...

[euphor1a]

EMERGENCY ‼️‼️‼️‼️ EMERGENCY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ GYUKOOK SONOGONG CHALLENGE IS REAL IM BAWLING

[godza]

the ideal gyugyu x jungbin ship name is gyubin but im pretty sure thats a real guy out there

[snoooze]

gyugyu