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June 2024 Updates: selling CBG merch for ACLU this month; the return to the fave calendar sides Pride art; exercise update; rehearsal/opening/closing of Caberet as the Emcee; making the queer Pokemon video; Pride playlist…

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telepathy (m) — cbg

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: smut, strangers to ???, mind reader/telepathist!beomgyu, funeral home employee!beomgyu (it's for the plot ok???)

wc: 11.7k

synopsis: most people would abhor a packed subway car — but beomgyu, telepathist extraordinaire, relishes in it. with a career in the funeral business, he finds his morning commute to be the only thing that keeps him relatively sane. reading the mundane thoughts of mundane people maintains his tether to his humanity, but when he goes to read your mind...oh, things get a whole lot more interesting.

warnings: mdni!! 18+ only, ageless blogs dni!!!, mentions of dead bodies, embalming, and funerals (though not very descriptive — it's only bc of gyu's profession), reader is a freak that listens to nsfw audios on her way to work!, gyu is a perv so it's a match made in heaven (hell?), gyu's honestly a little strange + obsessive in this...anyways, dom!gyu, sub!mc, solo male masturbation, on my big cock beomgyu agenda, very brief mentions of daddy/sir/master kinks, explicit consent is given before anything happens bc consent is sexy <3, mind manipulation (he makes it feel like he's touching her), exhibitionism in a way (it will all make sense, trust 🙏), degradation, praise, pseudo-fingering (idk how to explain it, f receiving), gyu calls mc: pretty girl, sweetheart, slut, whore, princess, mc calls gyu sir like once...whew! that was a lot, lmk if i should add anything!

note: you know i have a terrible bout of brainrot when the warnings are all nsfw related...yeah. Yeah. *presses post and runs away*

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beomgyu’s commute to work is, by all means, uneventful. 

the train is packed as per usual, filled to the brim with businessmen and office workers and other miscellaneous passengers on their way to whatever the hell their destination is. like most days, he finds himself towards the middle of the passenger car, snatching a rare open seat between a stone-faced man adorned in a suit — his head buried in a newspaper — and a slumped over college student nursing a cup of coffee. the poor kid almost looks like death itself, sporting dark under eyes, rumpled clothes, and a prominent slouch to his spine. not that beomgyu could really blame him; he remembers how easily college living (if you could call it living) can chip away at a person’s mental well-being. 

people-watching like this is what keeps him sane, he thinks. being surrounded by corpses all day, every day is more than draining — it sucks the soul out of him, really, being the only person on shift most of the time that he’s working, having to embalm and clean and pretty up all those cold, gray bodies so that their loved ones can say one last goodbye. it’s quiet in their minds and it’s all too quiet in the funeral home, the only sounds being the clanking of the embalming tools he’s been trained to use, his footsteps echoing down the tiled halls, his sighs of contempt when something small goes wrong — yet the living, breathing, warm people on the train provide a sense of normalcy, something to look forward to every day. to hear their thoughts, as prosaic as they are, has become a sort of saving grace from the lifeless, cold building that he finds himself in five out of the seven days of the week. honestly, if he can maintain a little bit of his humanity via strangers among the subway, even if it’s just by hearing their thoughts, then he’ll take what he can get. 

yeah, that’s the thing: beomgyu is a mind-reader, a pretty talented one at that. not that anyone knew, of course — he wouldn’t risk the government finding out. beomgyu is not usually one for promises, but he has promised himself one thing: there’s no way in hell that he will ever become one of the government’s sick little science experiments, even if his life ever hits rock bottom. he has no idea how his powers work — just that they do, and he would like to keep it that way. it’s bad enough that he doesn’t know where he got such abilities; his parents never mentioned anything about it and only ever grew worried whenever he read back their thoughts to them, so obviously the existence of his powers is some statistical anomaly in the universe. normal people can’t read others’ minds. he was forced to learn that at a very young age in order to keep himself safe. 

“how do you know that?” he remembers his mother’s alarmed tone when he first did it unknowingly, repeating back her own thoughts to her without realizing that’s what he had done. he was maybe six at the time — innocent, curious, plagued by voices in his head that he didn’t quite understand. those voices weren’t his. rather, they were his friends’, his family’s, his dentist’s and his doctor’s and his soccer coach’s voices that ricocheted about his mind uncontrollably;it was overwhelming for the young boy’s mind. the day he first admitted that he could hear them was the first day he heard his parents argue, their yelling from downstairs colliding with their internal voices in beomgyu’s mind, their terribly poignant concern for him and this development louder than any of the venomous words that they spat at each other in the living room. all he remembers from that day was himself crying, unable to block out anything that they thought, let alone his own thoughts. too much for his young mind to handle.

he heard their fear when they took him to the doctor for the first time of many, their heartache when the doctor came back and said that he might have psychosis, but more testing was needed. he heard how they started to deny it — their little boy couldn’t have that, could he? no, no he couldn’t. there’s no way he could. 

although beomgyu was young at the time, guilt ate at him. he was the one hurting his parents, he was the one making them worry. despite his official diagnosis when he was seven, something inside him knew that the doctors were wrong. those voices weren’t just the result of the machinations of his mind at work — they were voices of the people he knew, strangers who passed him on the street. what they said wasn’t evil, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. usually, it was quite mundane. at some point, he started to practice with it, trying focus on one certain voice out of the buzzing hive in his mind, blocking out the others, switching and focusing and blocking out until the action was as natural as breathing. it took him about five years before he reached that point, and after nearly two decades of living with his abilities, he’s gotten quite used to it. his mind is usually quiet — besides his own stream of consciousness — unless he allows others in. or, rather, they allow him in, which they always do. he sees it like a set of doors; open one, and you can hear that one person’s thoughts. close it, and he no longer hears them. and none of them are ever locked since no one expects to their thoughts to be read, which simply makes his life that much easier.

if he’s being honest, he didn’t used to read minds as often as he does now, but there isn’t much he can do about that now lest he go insane. beomgyu could admit that his habit was a little creepy…okay scratch that, extremely fucking creepy. these people had no idea that their minds were being infiltrated, their mental walls bypassed and their privacy violated like a computer infected with a malicious virus. it’s borderline depraved, how nonchalantly he robs these strangers of their utmost privacy, sometimes of their deepest, darkest secrets that they would never want anyone to find out about. he could sequester quite a bit of money out of some of these people, now that he thinks about it.

and sure, that may sound immoral, but beomgyu has never considered himself to be of particularly virtuous character.

without a second thought, beomgyu taps into the mind of the kid next to him. he’s thinking about how he’s failing his statistics class because he just bombed his midterm. no, now his mind is full of what he’s going to eat after his 8 a.m. class. he shifts his focus on the businessman to his right. stocks, his cheating wife, how he’s considering leaving with his mistress in the coming days…

”what a prick,” beomgyu thinks to himself, smirking a bit. just a few more stops until he gets off, now. 

he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, scrolling aimlessly just to keep his eyes busy. sitting on the opposite side of the college student, an elderly lady walks herself through the stew that she’s going to make for her grandchildren tonight, excitement coloring her words. it’s cute — he loves hearing things like that. wholesome thoughts are not easy to come by nowadays, given the state of the world. exhibit a: a teenager standing on the other side of the train car worries himself into a frenzy over whether the girl that he has a crush on likes him back. exhibit b: a middle aged man contemplates if he should quit his job. for a second, beomgyu thinks that he might be in the same boat as him, before realizing that he has nothing else to fall back on — exhibit c. he could keep going.

a clear, robotic voice overhead announces the subway’s arrival to the next station — his station. sighing, he sits up a little taller, slipping his phone into the pocket of his slacks. a vague sense of dread weighs down his shoulders, knowing that he has a service to set up for the moment he clocks in.

he’s not looking forward to today, and yet the train still slows to a stop, the doors still slide open, and he still grabs his work briefcase from the spot between his feet. like clockwork, beomgyu maneuvers through the crowd, out the doors, and climbs the stairs up to the chilly streets of seoul.

decompressing after a slow-moving shift can take beomgyu’s night in many directions. sometimes, he simply returns home and hops into bed after a long, scalding hot shower that removes the invisible layer of grime that lays heavy on his skin. other times — typically on fridays — he’ll stop by a bar and catch up with his friends, occasionally leaving with a woman hanging off of his arm if he drinks enough to lower his inhibitions. more often than not, however, his excursions at the underground bar that taehyun is partial to end in him stumbling home alone and waking up the next morning with a raging headache. nursing a hangover alone, eating breakfast alone, bathing alone…he has never really become acclimated to it. the monster that festers inside beomgyu’s chest craves for love, for connection, for somebody to hold when the nights are too dark and his thoughts match the shade of the sky. the lack of connection is slowly getting to him. is this what insanity feels like? he wouldn’t know, nor would he like to find out. he’s sane. he’s perfectly sane. 

beomgyu understands that his profession can be off-putting to potential lovers, but it’s not as if he had much of a choice in the matter — not when his one shot at the career of his dreams crumbled below his feet when the company filed bankruptcy, sending him tumbling back down to earth, to the reality that his college degree meant little to nothing to the vast majority of employers nowadays. though he applied to dozens of jobs, the only one he ever heard back from was from the listing titled “mortuary assistant,” and in desperation, he accepted the position without much thought. maybe if he had tried a little harder to find a different company where he could apply his skills, maybe if he had pushed himself to make connections in the industry when he had the resources to do so, maybe if he had pursued music production a little harder, had not given up so readily when things grew difficult…maybe things would be different. 

beomgyu often thinks about the maybes.

this particular night, he finds himself leaned over a bar counter, a glass of amber-hued beer in hand. he half-listens to yeonjun’s slurred account of his dance crew’s latest win while he stares down at the mahogany tabletop. some condensation has gathered on the wood, and he swipes a finger through it. a slap to his shoulder brings his focus back to his surroundings.

“gyu, dude, y’should totally try out,’’ yeonjun pitches as he sloppily swings an arm over beomgyu’s shoulders. “get out of that. that—” he stumbles over his words for a moment, expression warping into a confused grimace. “that gross ass dead people building.”

beomgyu exhales a laugh as yeonjun’s head lolls against his shoulder, quietly whining about how his head hurts. while yeonjun is substantially gone already, beomgyu is only on his second beer. scanning the spacious, dim-lit room, he shakes his head. it’s times like these where he does not feel the need to slip into people’s minds — being surrounded by his friends is enough. “nah, man. i don’t think i could keep up. it’s been a while.”

“sure y’could! you’re like th’second best dancer here!” yeonjun says as his torso slumps down against the table. the bartender eyes him from further down the bar top with concern, but beomgyu sates the employee with an apologetic smile, ensuring that he turns away before setting his attention back on his friend.

beomgyu scoffs. “and i’m assuming you’re the first best?”

“uh, obviously. i literally run th’thing,” yeonjun retorts as he glares at him with a single eye open, an ear now resting on top of his crossed arms on the counter.

“yeonjun’s right,” taehyun butts in from the other side of yeonjun’s collapsed body. though his glazed over eyes give away his inebriated state, taehyun’s tolerance tends to lean much higher than yeonjun’s; this fact is confirmed by the crystal clear enunciation of his words as he continues, “you’ve been acting differently ever since you started working there. it wouldn’t hurt to try something new.”

great, even his friends have noticed. exhaling deeply, beomgyu nods.

“yeah, i’ll think about it.” 

as the conversation meanders off into other topics, beomgyu sinks back into his own little world. curse taehyun and his acute perceptiveness. he knows that he’s been acting off, but maybe his friends are right; he once dreamed of being a choreographer, back when he was a teen, before he discovered his love for music production. perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to try.

unintentionally, he meets the gaze of a girl sitting at a booth with her friends. he quickly averts his gaze, and by the time he looks back up, she has been roped into what seems like a shot-taking contest. six other girls circle the table, one joining the first girl in taking rapid-fire shots, four others egging them on, and one laser-focused on her phone, occasionally sipping water through a straw. from what he can gather, she’s likely the group’s designated driver — though it seems her role has morphed into more of a babysitter. she’s pretty, he’ll admit. just his type. if he was on his third or fourth beer, he’d probably be over there trying to strike up a conversation with her, rather than any of her drunk friends. 

as she looks up and throws a cursory glance around the bar, she catches him staring, her kohl-lined eyes meeting his own. an eyebrow raises as her gloss-coated lips twist, as if to say “don’t even try it.”

oh, how terribly he wishes to slip into her mind and let her know that he has no intention to. 

the ear-piercing screech of yeonjun’s barstool to his right tears his gaze away from her. yeonjun now stands, one arm around taehyun and the other around soobin, the latter sporting a borderline disgusted grimace directed at the older boy hanging off of him while kai simply stands behind the trio of men. yeonjun’s head hangs low below his shoulders, chin nearly touching his chest, as he emits a pathetic groan. at least he’s not puking this time.

“we’re about to go grab some food. this one,” taehyun’s head nods to yeonjun’s sagging frame. “definitely needs it. you coming?”

unwilling to allow the night to end quite yet, beomgyu hums, quickly pays his tab, and allows the brief, silent encounter with the woman to fade away into the back of his mind.

the rest of the weekend passes without fanfare, and monday returns to rear its ugly head once again. monday is beomgyu’s least favorite day of the week; it brings a raging headache from his 5 a.m. alarm, a bone-deep fatigue that lingers for the rest of the day. it brings grumpy commuters whose knees and elbows uncomfortably bump against his own. it brings people who think that he should give up his seat, and silently tell him so with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. how selfish, they all think whenever he actually bothers to read their thoughts. what a fucking dick, some of them even snarl within the so-called impenetrable walls of their minds, walls he so easily breaks down. he levels those ones with a half-awake glare, pupils gloomy and lifeless. internally, their uneasy reactions make him want to laugh, hysterically cackle in their faces because wow, is he really that scary? he shouldn’t be, but maybe the dark under eyes are doing something for him.

surprisingly, the subway car he frequents is less crowded than usual. not as many people stand in front of him, and he’s actually able to see directly across the car for the first time in a while. doors shut, and he’s left to look around at the regulars and the new patrons that often don’t show up again. they’re easily less interesting than the regulars. really, what can he say? the daily life updates satisfy his nosy tendencies. 

still, he hates mondays. mondays suck. mondays make him want to crawl into a hole and eventually join the bodies at his workplace. they bring out the worst in his mind. all they do is remind him of the neverending cycle that he has trapped himself in — wake up, work, go to sleep, and do it all over again the next day.

mondays bring a lot of things he fundamentally dislikes, but this particular monday also brings you. 

it’s split-second eye contact. nothing more, nothing less. your eyes grow wide, your lips parting just the slightest bit in surprise. though he has not invaded your mind (yet), he can already tell what you are thinking. fuck, he isn’t blind — he knows that he is handsome.

your eyes shoot downward, your head hanging low with your phone clenched between your fingers. one of his eyebrows raises while a small smirk plays on his lips — you’re new, and even better, you’re cute. his dark, seemingly bored gaze trails over to the earbuds nestled in your ears, then to your crossed legs. you glance up at him again, eyes blowing wide again as your thighs press together just enough for him to notice the movement. his own eyes narrow slightly, evaluating the sight. 

you seem...interesting. prim, proper, sitting in a modest-length skirt and a plain blouse and coat that paint you as an unassuming character, just another random person in this sardine can of a train car. yet there’s this glint in your eyes that tells him there is so, so much more to you than what meets the eye — that the innocent, put-together little front that you display to the world is a complete and utter lie. it’s intriguing. new patrons come and go from this particular subway car every day, but you and your fresh face have caught his interest — and so has your odd behavior. 

then, without warning, realization punches him square in the gut.

you were there the other night, with those girls at the bar. the one sitting at the end of the table with the small glass of water as you scrolled through your phone. the one who shot a piercing glare at him as you looked out for your inebriated friends. your current behavior is a far cry from the strong front he first encountered that night, small and oh-so meek and lacking the sharp, piercing edge to your gaze that initially piqued his interest in you. the change, for some reason, intrigues him more. what happened to that feisty glare, that confident air to your posture? he wants to know why you seem so meek, so he taps in to your mind and—

“you’re my dumb little slut, aren’t you? fuckin’ say it—”

beomgyu flinches in his seat, the door to your mind slamming shut as he sits there in shock. did he really just hear that? are you listening to fucking porn on the subway? what the fuck?

he’s never had this happen to him before. he’s accidentally stumbled upon the occasional horny thought before, sure, but listening to porn on the subway? that’s a new one. he decides to give you another glance; your lips are pressed together now, eyes pointed towards the floor as you further shrink into yourself. fuck, you’re so cute, but now he knows you’re also awfully perverted — and for some reason, he feels himself getting hard in his trousers at the thought of entering your mind again. 

he should do something about this little development, shouldn’t he?

yeah, he thinks that he should. a sick sort of curiosity wins over the more logical side of his brain, the side that tells him that he should feel guilty for even thinking about what he’s about to do. he can’t, can he? no, he can — he wants to, he really fucking wants to. opportunities like this don’t just present themselves on a silver platter like this on the regular. if he doesn’t take this chance, then he’d be an absolute fool. 

the subway slows to a stop, the weirdly cheery, robotic voice calling out another stop. not his, thank god. he takes this opportunity to open that pesky little door to your mind again, now fully expecting the depravity echoing in your brain — and rather than do anything drastic too quickly, he simply sits there and listens. he listens through an entire audio alongside you, ignoring the twitch of his cock as he listens to the woman be degraded and praised, in missionary and in doggy, her moans mixing with the man's in a cacophony of pleasure — he loves the way you jump when the sound of a hand striking flesh sounds through your mind. your fleeting sigh of “god, i wish that were me,” causes him to bite his lip. you like being treated like a slut, huh? like a stupid little whore only made to take cock? that’s music to his ears, really — because he likes treating girls like that too. 

as sick and disgusting as it is, he continues to listen as if mindlessly tuning in to a podcast, subtly adjusting himself in his pants as he fights off a raging boner. he wants to be the one to do those things to you. he wants to make you scream and sob and beg for mercy as he completely ravages your body, fuck you until you’re brainless, perfect little slut for him. you’d love that, according to the audios you consume for the remainder of his commute — to be fucked so hard you legs give out from under you, to be owned, fully and completely. he likes that sound of that as well.

a few minutes into the second audio, you take another glance at him, eyes squeezing shut right away once you catch his gaze — and suddenly, your thoughts are full of him. he’s encountered countless strangers who can perfectly visualize their streams of consciousness, and you seem to be yet another one of them. images of you on your knees between his thighs and sucking his cock in the middle of this subway car flood his own mind, switching to one of him fucking you from behind against the wall while everyone else watches, then to him finger fucking you with a hand around your throat…what the fuck. what the fuck? how do you just do that? how do you think of such terribly shameless things while looking so pretty and demure, as if you’re a shy little thing rather than some fucking whore? he shifts his briefcase over his lap again. fuck, he’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. shit, fuck. 

he should be appalled by you, but fiery, ardent lust is the sole emotion that floods his veins. would it be a bad idea to talk to you? no, you want it. you want it so fucking bad. just look at your mind — and he can make all your dirty little fantasies come true, if you would let him. 

just as he’s about to actually do something about you, the subway slows to a stop once again, the same cheery voice announcing his stop. god dammit. pushing himself up to his feet, he finds that you’re doing the same, wide eyes flitting around nervously as you move towards the door and stop nearly right next to him, those earbuds that hide your biggest secret in plain sight still stuck in your ears. he can still hear those degrading words and moans and slapping sounds that still echo through your mind, loud and clear as if those white earbuds are sitting snug in his own ears. 

the doors slide open, and soon enough, he loses sight of you in the surging crowd. stepping out of the subway, he looks around once, twice. you have completely disappeared; nowhere to be found, your mind has grown too far from his own for him to locate nor access, the tether between the two of you frayed to the point of snapping in half. with a brief purse of his lips, he sets off up the stairs. it’s fine, there’s always another day. it’s fine, he tells himself over and over again. there’s nothing he could have done in such a short time, anyway. 

the sun sits high in the sky today, but the bone-chilling air cuts through his puffy coat like tiny needles puncturing his skin, or millions of scalpels slicing open flesh nearly to the bone, cold and sterile and far from comforting. autumn shouldn’t be this cold, and his slightly soured mood isn’t helping his case right now. he should have done something back there, he should’ve opened up the channel between the two of you and taken the plunge. it wouldn’t have hurt to try, but no. no, he let that opportunity go like every other one he’s had in his life. with his jaw set, he promises himself that it won’t happen again. it won’t, because if he keeps living like this — allowing all these opportunities slip through his fingers like grains of sand — he’ll never be able to forgive himself.

and honestly, beomgyu is no clairvoyant, and he should brush off the tickle in his brain as a stupid, naive hunch…but he has a compelling feeling that he’ll be seeing you again tomorrow. 

when beomgyu returns home, the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon, he doesn’t unwind like he usually does. today’s shift was a slow one, with no bodies to preen and primp and no services to set up for, so most of his time was taken up with cleaning, filing documents, and sitting around aimlessly. no matter how much he tried to fend them off, thoughts of you bounced around in his brain for the entire eight hours he was on shift. fuck, he doesn’t even know your name, much less anything else about you, yet he wishes he could travel back in time and redo this morning all over again. he’s not sure how it would have panned out, exactly, but he has a few tricks up his sleeve that would’ve made it exciting.

he shakes his head. the current moment presents much more pressing matters than ruminating on this morning’s terrible decisions; the strain in his trousers proves to be a pertinent issue, a tent formed in the black fabric and aching to be touched. now that the public eye no longer holds his gaze, his apartment door locked shut behind him, he allows himself to give in to his most base instincts. a hand comes down to cup his hardness as he imagines his fingers as yours, you on your knees below him, those adorably wide eyes staring up at him in desperation. you’d wait for permission, right? you’d beg so prettily like a good little slut should? fuck yeah, you would. you’d be good, you’d take what he would give you — and you would love it. 

groaning, he crashes onto his couch, head throwing back against the back cushion as he gropes his cock harder. he’s forgone slipping off his dress shoes and has barely even slipped his coat off before he’s giving in to the pulsing ache in his groin that’s nearly unbearable, the white hot need swirling in his stomach that demands his immediate attention. his belt quickly unbuckled and his trousers pulled halfway down his thighs, he slips his cock from his boxers, gasping at how sensitive he has become. 

“oh fuck,” he breathes out into the quiet air, a shuddered sigh following when his thumb swipes over the angry red head, the bead of precum that has gathered there spreading across his skin. he brings his hand up to his lips, gathering some spit beneath his tongue before letting in loll into his palm. bringing it back down, he drags his hand up and down his shaft, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as pleasure rushes through his veins. he pumps his cock steadily, hips rolling up into his hand as if fucking your throat. eyes fluttering closed, his free hand grips the couch, fingernails digging into the worn leather and leaving half-moon indents in their wake. “fuck. god, fuck.”

would you be able to take him? he’s been told he’s big, most women barely able to take him even after extensive prep. he imagines how you’d keen as he enters you, your back arching so prettily and your walls stretching to their limits to accommodate his size. how you’d choke and gag on his cock if he decided to use your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks as you peer up at him pathetically, fingers digging into your thighs as you resist the urge to touch yourself. would you like to be slapped around a little, punished with spankings and little taps to your cheek? 

“focus,” he mumbles to no one. to you. “focus, slut. be good for me.” 

he’s delirious at this point, has dived so deep into his fantasies that he barely registers that he’s fucking his fist and not your mouth or sweet little cunt. that doesn’t stop his fingers from tightening their grip, squeezing the head before gliding back down again, then back up, the rhythm of his hips growing frenzied as his high inches closer. his free hand smooths up his stomach, taking his button-up with it as he clenches it with desperate fingers. he bites down on the fabric, pumping himself once, twice, three times before his high hits him, his cum spurting out in staccato ribbons. he’s making a mess, but he can’t bring himself to care when this is the best orgasm he’s had in months. the shirt falls from his mouth as he moans unabashedly. 

“take it,” he groans, his hips canting upward. “fuckin’— fuckin’ take it. shit. such a perfect little whore for me.”

he cums and he cums, spilling all over himself until he’s milked dry. eyes closed, his contracted muscles melt into the couch, hot pants replacing his moans and groans. a few minutes pass before he fully comes down from his headspace and returns back to earth, only for him to realize just how much he came, staining his clothes and coating his skin in creamy white. he blinks. 

reality crashes down on his head. 

he just…jerked off to you. he just came so hard he saw stars just from the mere thought of you. oh, he’s in deeper than he first thought. too deep, too quickly, he can barely breathe. 

“fuck,” beomgyu murmurs as he stares down at his cum-covered abdomen, his sticky hand. “fuck.”

beomgyu was right: you do come back the next day. and the next. and the next.

over the remainder of the work week, he watches you — well, more so listens to you, but he can’t deny himself the little glimpses he allows himself to take, drinking in how you worry your bottom lip, how the muscles in your throat contract each time you gulp. the poker face that you don crumbles oh so easily whenever he meets your stray gaze. it’s exhilarating, knowing the power he, a complete stranger, has over you. your microscopic slips in expression remain undetected to the rest of the passengers, but he sees every single one. they’re a perfectly entertaining backdrop for your explicit musings. 

he knows he could approach you like a normal human being would, but where’s the fun in that? he’s not quite a normal person in his own right, anyway. instead, he’s decided to keep you in his sights, learning what exactly you enjoy, what you like to hear, preparing for the day where he again gathers the courage to toy with you within the walls of your mind. he’s in deep, and at this point, he’s accepted it if only to justify his sadistic obsession with you. actually, on second thought, he wouldn’t quite call it an obsession, perhaps a morbid curiosity more than anything. yeah, that’s all it can be.

it’s almost as if the universe has sent him a little present in the form of you, an apology for the trials and tribulations that whatever is above has rained down on him this past year or so. of course he’s going to savor it. who wouldn’t? so he sticks to his plan, and keeps watching you, listening to you, observing you, identifying your little quirks and deepest, darkest desires. they’ll be quite useful later, he’s sure. 

over his…research period, he’s found out a lot about you. you like to be bullied, to be called a slut, a whore, but you also enjoy a little praise mixed in: good slut, good whore, pretty girl is so obedient for sir, for daddy, for master. you’re also not too picky in what you listen to, as long as it contains a male dominant in some capacity. couple’s content, threesomes, gangbangs are all on the table, as are solo audios that usually have some sort of plot to them — coworkers to lovers' first date that ends in sex? check. hot librarian who fucks over a table you after closing? that too. he could go on about what he’s heard in just the solo audios you consume, but even that list would be exhaustive. 

by the time friday rolls around, he doesn’t even have to try to search for your mind; call him crazy, but it’s almost as if you, on some subconscious level, know that he wants in and are more than willing to let him. as if you keep the door cracked open just for him. 

at least, he likes to think that you do. 

staying close, but not too close, to you proves to be difficult today. fridays bring with them a surge of new faces that crowd the subway car, which is generally quite annoying, but at the moment, he also finds it to be frustrating. no seats are open when he boards, he can’t even see you through the dense crowd, but you’re there. your mind is there, open and waiting for him to enter.

though he won’t be able to see your cute little reactions, he steps through that mental threshold. 

“it’s okay, baby. shh, don’t cry, you can cum. cum for me, just let go,” a gentle voice coos. aw, you must be having a rough morning, how sad. the only other day you listened to these kinds of audios, you looked absolutely miserable, the corners of your lips pulled down and a deep, pathetic furrow to your brows — it was wednesday, that’s right. two days ago, when you seemed frazzled and completely out of it. a little digging resulted in him learning that you had spilled your coffee all over the concrete on the way here, you thought your hair didn’t look right (even though, to him, it did, it looked perfect — he wished he could’ve told you that), and worst of all, your boss emailed you late the previous night to admonish you for your performance, demanding a meeting first thing that morning. 

still, he wishes he could take care of your boss, eliminate that weight off of your shoulders. if it were up to him, your boss would be sitting in the morgue at his place of work, gray and comatose and unable to admonish you for things that beomgyu is sure you had no control over. because that’s how offices work, right? sink or swim, big fish eat the little ones, blaming those below them for everything they should be taking responsibility for. your boss has to be one of those. he was pig-nosed and donning a constant sneer when you pictured the verbal berating you’d be getting once you got to your workplace. 

that day, he found himself thinking about how he’s become pretty talented with a scalpel. 

“good girl. doing so well for me, pretty girl,” the same voice soothes, soft cries and sniffles from the submissive mixing with the gentle words. he could treat you all sweet too. he could be anything you want, if only you knew him. 

he wants you to know him — needs you to, really.

there’s no clear cut reason for your current sour mood, your thoughts too jumbled together for him to properly decipher. are you picking apart your appearance? did you wake up late? is this all because of your boss again? he might just kill the bastard if that’s the case…if only he could approach you, tell you that everything will be okay, but he doesn’t want to knock down the house of cards he’s spent such precious time building over the course of the week. you’re too special for that. it’s the very reason why he tries to blend into the crowd, why he tries to keep eye contact to a minimum. the last thing he needs is for you to run away from him when you’re one of the only things holding him together.

when the car slows to his and your stop, disappointment nips at the space between his eyebrows. he didn’t even get to see you today, and the end of the work week means that he won’t be seeing you for two entire days. sighing, he falls into his typical routine: move towards the doors, wait for them to open, and follow the other exiting passengers out. where could you be? you’re still here, he knows that much since he’s still connected to you, still hears those soft words and moans, but where the fuck are you? you, as in your body. that you.

with a single cursory glance around, he swears he catches a glimpse of your figure before the crowd swallows you whole. as he’s shoved towards the stairs by the crowd, his chest grows heavy.

friday has just begun, but monday couldn’t come any faster. 

“so, are you gonna try out?”

yeonjun is far more sober compared to last friday night, his eyes lacking that fatigued droop they always get whenever he’s had too much. beomgyu tears his glazed-over gaze away from the television screen to look at the yeonjun, sinking further into the couch below him. he points to himself. “me?”

yeonjun rolls his eyes, a knee swinging over the arm of the armchair he sits in. “who the fuck else would i be talking to?”

scoffing, beomgyu shoots him a glare. “i don’t know, man. y’don’t have to be a dick about it.”

the open bottle of beer in beomgyu’s hand chills his fingertips, so he switches it to his other hand before taking another sip. meanwhile, soobin plops down next to him with an already open bag of chips, offering some to him. he shakes his head, and soobin shrugs, beginning to munch on them by himself. 

“i’m serious though,” yeonjun continues. “you should really try out. there’s not much to it, just dance to one song and you’re done. i’d probably pass you even if you sucked.”

“that’s nepotism,” taehyun chimes in from the floor, eyes trained on the screen as he shoots a player down in the game him and kai are currently obsessed with. the sound of gunfire fills the living room of soobin and yeonjun’s apartment, the murmurs of the two boys a low drone beneath it as they figure out their best strategy to win. 

he almost wishes he lived here with soobin and yeonjun, or with the other two. yeonjun and soobin, taehyun and kai — only beomgyu lives alone. alone doesn’t necessarily mean lonely, but in beomgyu’s case, it does. maybe that’s why he’s latched onto you so hard: to cure his loneliness. he swats that thought away like one would a pesky mosquito. he hasn’t latched onto you, he admonishes himself, he’s simply curious. yeah, curious. 

just a little innocent curiosity. 

disregarding taehyun’s comment, yeonjun raises an eyebrow towards beomgyu. “i know i was drunk when i said that shit last week, but you really have been acting weird since you started at that job. we’ve all noticed.”

“yeah, it’s like you’ve gotten more reserved, or something,” soobin says, words muffled by his chewing. beomgyu grimaces, shifting closer to the arm of the couch. 

“you’re the most introverted one here, you can’t say shit,” kai snorts. soobin throws a chip at his head.

“anyway,” yeonjun butts in with a scalding glare before an argument can begin. soobin and kai blanch, mouths closing. “we’re just…concerned about you.”

“is this some kind of intervention?” beomgyu laughs, disbelief apparent in his tone. he’s fine. he has you now.

“no, we just want you to know that there’s other things you could do that would make you happier than work at a fucking funeral home,” taehyun says, eyes still not straying from the tv. 

“like joining my dance crew,” yeonjun tacks on. 

beomgyu sighs. they’re kind of right, if he’s being honest with himself, but is he ready to put himself out there again? is he ready to face the potential of rejection, of failure? he’s had his life fall apart in front of his eyes once already, what if it happens again?

“...i guess.”

“c’mon.” yeonjun shifts around until he’s leaning on his elbows, focus solely on beomgyu. “tryouts are next saturday. i know how fast you can learn choreography. hell, you could probably learn something in a couple hours and be fine.”

“honestly, you’ll never know if you don’t try,” soobin chimes in. “it might end in something good.”

“yeah,” beomgyu says before taking another large swig of beer. “yeah, i know.”

and so another weekend passes, and monday returns once again. 

soobin’s brief, sage advice plays through his mind again and again. although he understands that soobin meant for it to apply to his current career situation, beomgyu has adopted it for his situation with you instead. he should try, he’s going to try, eventually. 

it might end in something good, he tells himself over and over again. he has to try.

mondays are a bit less excruciating now that you’re around. he has only known you for a week, but it’s been long enough to know that you make his day-to-day routine bearable — hell, he’ll stay at his terrible job as long as you keep showing up each morning. the day that you don’t will be the nail in his coffin — he chuckles at his stupid joke. yeonjun is rubbing off on him too much.

the sky is overcast today, and endless expanse of gray that contrasts the warmth of the changing leaves that line the sidewalk. it might rain soon, he surmises, but he hopes that it won’t. he’s forgone an umbrella today. digging his hands further into his coat pockets, he ducks into the subway station, descending the stairs and weaving through the crowd until he finds his usual platform. when he gets there, you’ve already arrived, ears vacant of those white earbuds, but it’s not a foreign sight to him. you typically put them in once you sit down. the fact that you get on and get off at the same stop as him…he almost likes to think of all of this as fate. 

maybe the universe really is trying to apologize. 

the subway arrives at the platform a few minutes later — minutes in which he tries not to stare at you. he’s not a creep, he swears that he’s not. he’s not a creep, he’s not a creep — he repeats this to himself as he follows behind you into the subway car the two of you frequent, he finds a seat across from you a few feet to your left. he can’t be too obvious.

and most importantly, he’s not a creep. 

you dig around in your bag. ah, here come those infamous earbuds, he’s sure of it — but then they don’t, and then the digging through your bag grows a degree more frantic, your lips parting as you continue shoving whatever is in there aside in search of your most precious possession.

you feel like crying as panic surges through your veins. oh god, you forgot them. how could you have forgotten them? what are you going to do now? 

beomgyu decides to tap into your mind in that moment, finding you in an unbelievably frazzled state. his heart clenches in his chest, he wishes he could help somehow…

wait. he could…oh my god, he could. no, that’s sick, he’s not a creep — well, no, he could. he definitely fucking could, and you’d probably end up liking it…

he could be your temporary replacement for today — no, he could become your constant source, the one you need to get through the day. he could become your audios. he wants to. they’d be far more…interactive, if he did, after all. you’d love what he could do to your pretty fucking body just with access to your mind. reading thoughts isn’t the only thing he can do — and soobin’s right: he’ll never know if he doesn’t try. how could he sit here any longer and not give in to his burning desire to ravage you? you know what? fuck it. this is the perfect opportunity, served up once again on a silver platter, waiting for him to take. he’s not going to let it slip away again — and oh, you just look so devastated right now, how terrible would he be if he didn’t help you?

in a split-second moment, beomgyu decides that today is the day. deep breath. focus. okay, he can do this. one, two, three…

“hello, pretty girl.”

you flinch before you look up and around, only to find no one is looking at you — well, he is, but through his peripherals. wouldn’t want to get caught, would he? suppressing a smirk at your reaction, he shifts in his seat.

“was someone just talking to me?” you ask yourself, brows furrowing as your eyes continue to dart around. your hand comes up to your ear to see if you accidentally remembered your earbuds, your frown deepening when you register that they are, indeed, not in your ears. glancing around again, your eyes skirt over his form. he shivers at the thought of what’s to come, biting his lip as he avoids your gaze. “is this some sort of prank?”

“calm down, sweetheart, this isn’t a prank. now, stop looking around, you’re the only one who heard me.”

your brain flits from thought to thought so quick he can barely keep up, the volume of them rising as you panic. your fingers clench the strap of your purse as if to ground yourself. “am i hallucinating right now? what the fuck? this has to be a prank. should i go to the doctor’s? no, my boss would kill me if i called out, but fuck, i should really go if i’m hearing things—”

beomgyu chuckles, the sound echoing through your mind as well. freezing, your muscles lock up as you look around again. your distressed stream of consciousness stops for a moment, before resuming at a much more rapid pace. “what the fuck, i need to call out right now, where’s my phone—”

sighing, he leans back into his seat and closes his eyes. so cute, how easily you spiral. “quiet that pretty little head of yours, pretty girl. you’re not hallucinating, this is all real. very real.”

a few moments pass before your internal freakout quiets down. for once, silence fills your mind…and rather than him break it, it’s you: “someone’s…talking to me through my mind? this is real?”

“such a smart girl. you figured it out so quickly,” beomgyu taunts, resisting the urge to coo again. adrenaline rushes through his veins, urging him to continue. you need him. he can make you happy. he just needs to hear you say it.

your thighs press together at the praise, fingers digging into the trousers you had chosen to wear. you shouldn’t be feeling like this. this is strange, terribly strange, and even a little frightening, now that you are aware that someone — that a complete stranger, at that — has full reign over your conscious. yet, at the same time, you’re curious to see how this will play out.

“and you can speak to me, too, if you focus hard enough…” his voice trails off. okay, you can do that. allowing your eyelids to flutter shut, you begin to breathe deeply until even the mechanical noises of the subway and the murmurs of passengers vacate your senses. mind empty, you exhale a shaky breath. focus. stay focused. 

“hmm, impressive. you’re a natural at this.” god, he needs to quit praising you like that with his deep voice. by the way he laughs, you know he heard that too. fuck. 

“who are you and why the fuck are you in my brain?” you decide to ask. straight to the point, no fluff to it, it’s reminiscent of your attitude at the bar where he first laid eyes upon you. this is the wall you put up towards strangers and any other threat to your life, but little do you know, beomgyu’s breached that wall already. this is just a little front. “answer me, you fucking asshole—”

“woah, woah, watch the language. why would i tell you who i am? it’s much more exciting this way, don’t you think?” the smile in his voice is unmistakable, but he purses his lips to keep them from curling upward. 

you start to gnaw on your bottom lip, biting hard enough for pain to bloom across your nerve endings. this is stranger you’re talking to right now, a stranger who you’re talking to through your fucking thoughts. this is weird. you never signed up for this. “get the hell out of my mind before— before i—” 

“before you what? can’t kick me out, you don’t know how to do that, pretty girl.”

fuck, he’s right — wait, if he’s in your mind right now, can he also control it? is he going to hurt you? is he going to make you his puppet and go on a murder spree? is he in this car with you, or somewhere else? what if…what if…

beomgyu can almost feel your panic swelling in his own chest. fuck, he needs to put a stop to your spiraling before it gets out of control. if you freak out now, then all of his work over the past week will be for naught. after all, he’s not going to do anything without your permission. the last thing he wishes to do is scare you off completely before he can have his fun. with great urgency, he cuts off your ramblings, “hey, now, relax for me, princess. i’m not going to hurt you. i’m as human as you are, just a bit…different, i guess. and i am in the same car as you right now.”

rather than respond, you look around again, eyeing every single man around you with suspicion, even him. he stares at the floor, maintaining what he hopes to be a neutral, borderline bored, expression. he needs to keep it together. he’s gotten this far, he can’t ruin this. “looking around again, huh? if i were that easy to spot, then this game wouldn’t be very fun, would it?” 

“game? fucking with my mind is a game to you?” 

the corners of his lips twitch up before he’s forcing them back down. this is it, the moment he has been waiting oh so patiently for. keep it together.

“well, not really — i actually have a proposition for you, if you’d hear me out.”

scoffing, you urge him along. “just get on with it.”

“so impatient. that’s okay. i can work with that,” he smirks. “i know what you listen to every morning, you know.”

your heart drops to your stomach. he what? oh god, you think you’re going to be sick. your arms wrap around your stomach, squeezing hard. this is bad, this is really fucking bad. “do you want money, or something? are— are you trying to blackmail me right now? i’ll have you know, i’m actually kinda broke right now. i really don’t wanna end up homeless, can you just. pick someone else to fuck with? there’s like twelve different businessmen in this car, i’m sure they’re rich and corrupt—”

beomgyu’s brows raise imperceptibly. jesus, are you always this flighty? “woah, chill. i’m not here to judge you — or blackmail you, for that matter. i’m not evil. aw, don’t look all shameful now. i told you i’m not here to judge — i actually wanna help you, if you’d let me.”

“help me?” you dumbly echo. “help me how?”

“well,” he starts. “i noticed you forgot your earbuds today, and you just looked so sad and lost without them. how else are you going to get through your commute? and then i thought maybe i could do something about that. y’know, help you out, get you through the morning.”

“so you invaded my privacy just to tell me that you wanna dirty talk to me for the rest of my commute? is that what you mean? ‘cause if so, that’s pretty weird,” you reply, though your stray thoughts that dart around tell him that you’re actually considering his offer — it’s tempting, isn’t it? to give in, to let his deep voice get you all squirmy and needy, knowing he could be anyone in this subway car. still, your words make him laugh, because of course you’re deflecting right now. it’s okay, he hasn’t given you the full story quite yet.

“that’s only part of my offer, princess,” he starts. “i can read minds, yes, but i can also do…other things.”

oh, you’re really considering it now. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him. his voice is nice, and maybe, just maybe, it’s kind of making you horny. after a deep, long breath, you gulp once, then, with curiosity dripping from your tone, you ask, “...like what?”

jackpot.

beomgyu’s high on a mix of adrenaline and dopamine, utterly giddy because he’s got you right where he wants you, where he needs you. he’s played his cards just right, shoved your worries to the side and drew out your curiosity enough that you’ve taken his bait. perfect, oh, this is perfect. he knew you’d be good for him.

“it would be much easier for me to show you.”

“then show me,” you immediately reply, heat flooding your cheeks at the sheer desperation in your voice. god, calm down. he hasn’t even done anything yet.

chuckling at your internal conflict, he decides not to comment. “tell me if you don’t like something. i’ll stop.” he watches as you slightly nod to yourself, a soft “okay,” echoing through your head and into his — thus, he sets his plan into action. 

something warm caresses your calf, but when you look down, there’s nothing there. your eyes widen — was that a hand? it definitely felt like one, the way it creeped up the back of your leg, calloused fingertips pressing into your skin. a shiver races down your spine. that had to have been him. 

“it was,” he confirms, then his voice is growing impossibly deeper, adopting that gruff edge that you love so much. “you want more, princess? i can give you more.”

another phantom hand skirts over your waist, dragging down over your hips to your right thigh, just to stop there. biting your bottom lip, you nod, hoping that whoever is in your head right now sees it, wherever he is. the hand moves to your inner thigh; despite how tightly pressed together they are, it skirts over your skin with ease, seemingly beneath your trousers. “i need words, pretty girl, or i might just stop right now. and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

no, you wouldn’t, not at this point. the unbearable ache currently building in your core makes you want to cry; you haven’t felt this level of desperation in a while, and you need to be touched. you need it so fucking bad. 

“please.” the single word comes out meek, quiet. shame flushes your face, a fiery heat that spreads up to your ears and down your neck. 

you hear the way his breath shudders, causing your own hitch. “fuck, you’re so cute, but i need more than that. beg. beg for me to touch you.”

his voice — fuck, his voice is so deep, so dark and wanton. you wonder what he sounds like when he’s moaning, how he would sound if he fucked you, pounded you into the mattress so hard you saw stars. the image of a faceless stranger fucking you from behind, your back arched behind you and your face buried in the sheets, as he holds your wrists behind your back flits across the big screen of your mind. you shake it away, but the man in your head is already tutting. “use your words, sweetheart, not pictures — though i’d love to do that to you too. you’ve got quite the imagination on you.” 

beomgyu’s cock twitches in his boxers as you whine, frantic pleas bubbling up from the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind once he takes the sensation of his hand away from your thigh. you sound halfway dumb already, begging for his hands, his cock, his tongue — anything. you’ll take anything just, “please, sir. please touch me. need you to touch me so bad.”

you don’t even know who he is, yet you’re being so obedient, calling him sir, begging so sweetly for him — it’s like you’re begging straight into his ear. his heart swells at the thought, as does his cock. you sound so pretty, but he finds himself wishing he could hear these words come from your lips instead. 

“yeah? my little slut needs more?” he prods, laughing meanly when you whimper out a yes. “aw, ‘course she does. desperate whores always need more, don’t they? so greedy.”

you have to swallow down a whimper at that, focusing so intently on keeping quiet that your nails have dug into your palms deep enough to almost break skin. the pain seems to help keep you grounded — that is, until you feel the sting of a palm against your backside. you flinch in your seat, gasping sharply. the man sitting next to you glances over, but you only hang your head and shrink into yourself. he looks away. 

“focus, whore. you’re drawing too much attention to yourself.”

two hands are touching you now. one cupping your pussy, the other wrapped around your throat, pressing into the sides of your neck so you start to grow dizzy. the hand on your throat releases its grip to slide down to your chest, circling around one of your nipples before a thumb swipes over the pebbled flesh. your back arches off of your seat when the sensation morphs into that of lips, plush warmth enveloping your tit before the sharp bite of teeth interrupts. you inhale a shaky breath from your nose as lips return to soothe the sting. despite the hard press of your thighs, the hand on your pussy drags up and down your folds, dipping down to your entrance before dragging up to your clit. a tiny squeak sneaks up your throat before you’re masking it with a cough. 

“aren’t you just a sensitive little thing? so wet too,” he coos, shifting his briefcase over his lap to gain some semblance of friction. his fingertips tingle as if your wetness coats them right now. fuck, he’s hard. if it were up to him, you’d be taking his cock right now, moaning so prettily as he presses you up against the wall and fucks up into you, your legs giving out from under you because he’s just making you feel so good, isn’t he? never mind that, he has a job to do. “how about i just…”

two lithe fingers breach your walls while a thumb continues to slowly circle your clit, barely brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. you feel like you’re going insane, trying your best to hold still as his fingers begin to move inside you, curling up into your walls. searching, he’s searching for that spot inside you that will get you crying—

then he finds it. 

your knee jerks up, your legs falling open slightly before you’re pressing them closed again as he abuses it over and over again, crooking his fingers just right to find it with each thrust. your hips roll up into the sensation, stilling as soon as you realize that you’re squirming too much, being too obvious. people are starting to stare, calm down. calm the fuck down.

god, you don’t think you can. it’s too difficult to keep still with the way he’s finger-fucking you right now. with the way there’s lips suddenly circling your clit, sucking the pearl in so that his tongue can play with it. little kitten licks that make you want to scream and cry and beg for mercy because you don’t know if you can keep up this front of normalcy with the way he’s touching you.

it’s like he’s speaking directly into your ear right now, warm breath fanning over your earlobe, your cheek. “wanna see you fall apart, wanna see you lose it in front of all of these people, baby. bet you wanna cum right now, yeah? just wanna feel good, don’t even care if you quake and cry in public? you’re that fucking desperate for it?” 

you nod to yourself, eyes squeezing shut. you’re so close. oh god, you’re going to cum. you’re going to cum like a brainless whore in the middle of a fucking subway car. you’re sick. you’re fucking sick for enjoying this.

you’re just as bad as him, beomgyu decides. he knew you’d like what he could give you, he knew you needed him. it was just a matter of time before you realized that fact. that’s okay, because he needs you just as badly. it’s a carnal need, white hot in the center of his stomach — fuck, he’s obsessed with you. he wants you to be his forever. 

and beomgyu knows you’re close, but he’s not quite ready to give you what you want. 

“please, oh god. please let me cum. fuckfuckfuck— no, please don’t stop!” you cry as he slows the pace of his fingers. “please no, ‘m so close! no no no—”

“you drive me crazy, it’s only fair if i return the favor. makes it more fun.” ripping the sensation away from you completely, he watches you bottom lip tremble as you blink back tears, your body melting into your seat as the pleasure fades away. “now, now, don’t cry, sweetheart. i have something even better for you.”

a few seconds pass before something breaches your entrance, your walls stretching to their limit, yet the sting of pain never arrives. filled to the brim, you throw your head back against the window behind you. to others, you seem to just be resting your eyes, but the way your mouth falls open is not lost on beomgyu. he knows you can feel him everywhere, knows you can feel the way the head of his cock nearly touches your cervix, how it presses into every single sensitive spot inside you. he knows he’s big, but you take it like a champ, your hips grinding down into the seat, as if to bring him deeper inside you. what a little whore, his little whore. 

“y’feel that, pretty girl? feel my big fucking cock inside you?” he asks as your chest heaves, a feeble attempt in holding yourself together. “calm down, now. i’m gonna start moving, okay?”

he doesn’t wait for your response before he’s spoon-feeding you the sensation of his cock pulling out until nothing but his cockhead remains within your walls. a few seconds pass, then your begging returns. tearful, this time, fucking pathetic. he basks in the power that rushes through his entire being. you need him. you need him in order to feel good, and he loves that you do. he brings a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, hissing quietly at the ache that the action brings. he needs to fuck you right now. physically fuck you, none of this thought manipulation bullshit — but no, he has to be patient. he can be patient as long as it’s you. 

the subway is slowing down again, and he comes to the gross realization that he only has a few minutes before both of you must depart. dammit, he has to make this quick. 

meanwhile, you’re already halfway to your high just at the mere feeling of him inside you. as soon as his cock begins to move again, you’re choking back moans, head hanging low as your muscles tense and your hands press into your lap. you can feel him in your throat each time he thrusts back in, his thrusts growing faster and faster until he’s pounding into you. 

“fuck fuck fuckkkkk!” you wail, encouraging him to continue. in reality, your walls clench around nothing, but your mind paints a different picture. you almost beg for him to cum inside, but you cant find the words, too fucked out to think about anything else but the knot in your stomach that grows tighter with each passing second. “fuck, please. please, fuck i’m, nghh—”

imaginary fingers swipe across your clit, and you’re a goner. 

thighs quaking, your release coats your panties, walls fluttering, but the movement of his cock doesn’t stop until you’re begging for mercy. beomgyu almost cums in his pants at the depraved wails you emit, half-baked sentences pleading for him to “s-slow down, please. i can’t, no, i can’t — shit!”

finally — finally — he grants you reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure. your body slumps into your seat, your eyes shut as you begin to float back down to earth. the clack-clack-clack of the subway slows until it stops completely. the usual robotic voice announces his stop, but you seem so out of it that you don’t even register that you need to get off. 

“good job, baby. you put on quite the show for me,” he praises as he rises to his feet. luckily, he decided on wearing a longer coat today which he uses to cover up his raging hard-on. this has to be fate.

no response. with an excited gleam in his eye, he disconnects from your mind and moves towards you. looming above you, he drinks in the beads of sweat that have formed along your hairline, the wrinkles in your trousers where you gripped the fabric a wee bit too hard, your dreamy eyes and how they blink down at his black loafers before raising to meet his own. concern has painted itself across his features, his head tilting as he holds your bleary gaze.

“are you alright, miss? you look a bit ill.”

you blink once. twice. god, how are you so cute even after getting fucked so hard? he can barely control himself from blurting out who he is.

“what—what stop is this?” you ask him, eyes wide and red-rimmed from your earlier tears. he tells you, and he watches those same eyes widen. “oh shit, this is my stop!”

attempting to stand, you stumble straight into his chest. he catches you with gentle hands before he’s helping you steady yourself. your legs tremble like those of a newborn fawn, sexy yet terribly adorable. he gulps at the image of you unable to walk, legs so sore that you’re forced to let him dote on you, that forms inside his mind. later. that can come later, don’t get too hasty. 

“oh, you’re a bit shaky there,” he murmurs, a hand curling around you elbow when you stumble again. “are you sure you’re alright?”

“i’m f-fine, sorry for the trouble,” you reply with a polite, yet jittery, smile, stepping away from him. he wants to tell you to come closer again, he wants to smell your sweet perfume again, feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips. 

but good things come to those who wait.

“no worries.” with a charming smile, he shuffles beside you, until the two of you have exited with the rest of the crowd. he catches your wrist before you can get too far, and you turn to face him once more. afterglow looks wonderful on you. “it looks like we’re getting off at the same stop today, so would you like me to walk with you until you’re feeling a bit better? i’m sure some fresh air will do you good.”

you pause for a moment, hesitating. have you seen him somewhere before? you feel like you have. “i…that would be great, actually. thank you.”

“of course,” he nods, holding back a smirk. he can’t help the words that escape him next.

“lead the way, then…pretty girl.”

the way you look back at him with alarmed realization — even a hint of fear — causes a grin to split open his lips. you begin to sputter as you back away, but he merely follows with light, casual steps. “w-what, who—who are you—”

his smile grows knife-sharp. the door opens — it always does. 

“aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he coos inside your mind, biting his lip as he watches your knees buckle. “who else could it be?”

© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[bamgyuuuri]

hi I have a fic idea with any member of you choice

the member gets mad at reader and gives her a really intense silent treatment which results in the reader having a breakdown later on.. then the member feels guilty obviously and they make up (something like that)

it's okay if you don't vibe with it though

love your works always ♡

⤷ fight or flight ┈ cbg.

pairings and tags. boyfriend!beomgyu x reader ft. ot4 . established relationship . miscommunication-ish . couple conflict . silent treatment . emotional tension . fluff . (hella) angst . emotional hurt/comfort . a little slowburn . probably a bit out of character ueueue . not 100% proofread!

word count. 16.9k

short note … AAAA thank u so much for this anon!! been taking breaks from finals to write this :3 think i got a little carried away erm... anyw! this prompt is sooo fitting for beomgyu especially since he’s pretty notorious for sulking a lot (adorably, of course) when things doesn’t go his way! and thank you for liking my works too, i appreciate you a lot !! i hope this is to your liking <3

to anyone who knew you and beomgyu, it seemed like you were living in a bubble of happiness—a life almost too perfect to believe.

mornings in your shared little apartment always started with sunlight streaming through the curtains, beomgyu tugging you out of bed for a jog neither of you actually enjoyed but pretended to, just to laugh at each other’s complaints.

breakfasts were always some sort of ritual; eggs cooked a little too runny for your liking, beomgyu sneaking bites of your toast, and the two of you seated at the tiny table, already planning your day.

it was the kind of life where people joked you were “too healthy” as a couple—always smiling, rarely fighting, and somehow making even the mundane moments feel like a scene out of a romantic drama. you worked hard to keep it that way, both of you.

but nothing had made you all the more happier than the idea of this getaway trip to the beach with your friends.

for weeks, the anticipation bubbled between you like an uncontainable secret. beomgyu would randomly call you over while you were brushing your hair or scrolling on your phone just to show you a new itinerary he’d whipped up.

“look, if we leave early enough, we can hit the market before the crowds show up, and then we can head to haeundae beach for lunch!” he said one night, his voice practically vibrating with excitement as he dragged his finger across his tablet screen.

you looked at him, amused. “you really think the others are going to wake up that early?”

“they don’t have a choice,” he grinned, leaning back into the couch. “besides, you said you wanted to collect seashells. we’ll be the only ones there if we’re early.”

“you remembered that?” you asked softly, tilting your head to watch his expression.

“of course i did,” he replied, looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

the days leading up to the trip were filled with these little moments. packing your bags felt like an adventure in itself—matching outfits for photos, snacks you absolutely didn’t need but bought anyway, and endless debates about playlists for the drive. you’d fall asleep every night tangled together on the couch, tired but smiling, already imagining the memories you’d make.

“what if we bury yeonjun in the sand and just leave him there?” beomgyu had said one evening, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“we’d come back, and he’d be leading a crab colony,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow.

and then there were the quieter moments—when beomgyu’s voice softened as he described watching the sun set over the ocean with you, his hand absentmindedly tracing circles on your knee. “it’s going to be perfect,” he’d murmur, his gaze warm and steady.

you were both so sure it was going to be perfect.

but that assurance was short-lived.

the first sign was the alarm—or rather, the absence of it.

you stirred awake to an eerie stillness, your mind groggy and unfocused as you turned to check the time. sunlight spilled too brightly through the curtains, and a sinking feeling rooted itself in your chest.

9:13 a.m.

“beomgyu!” your voice cracked as you bolted upright, the realization hitting you like a freight train.

he groaned from under the covers, his hair a mess of brown tangles peeking out from the blanket. “yeah…?”

“we’re late!” you snapped, yanking the duvet off him in one swift motion. “we were supposed to leave an hour ago!”

his eyes flew open, bleary and disoriented, before widening in alarm. “oh shit.”

from that moment, it was chaos.

you stumbled around the apartment, the two of you bumping into each other as you scrambled to get ready. the carefully laid plans from the nights before unraveled in the frenzy. beomgyu darted between the bathroom and the living room, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he tried to find his sneakers.

“where’s my phone charger?” he called out, his voice muffled as he shoved a hand into the couch cushions.

“check your backpack!” you yelled back, frantically tossing socks into your duffel bag.

“it’s not there!”

“then maybe you didn’t pack it!”

the tension built with every passing second, your movements growing faster but sloppier. the zippers on your bags jammed, the coffee machine refused to start, and the apartment felt suffocating under the weight of your mutual frustration.

“i can’t find my water bottle,” you muttered, scanning the kitchen counters.

“do you really need it right now?” beomgyu shot back, his tone sharper than you’d expected.

you froze for a second, biting your lip before deciding it wasn’t worth arguing over.

by the time you finally stumbled out the door, the air felt thick with an unspoken tension. the morning sunlight, which should’ve been welcoming, only felt like a cruel reminder of how late you were.

but the universe wasn’t done with you just yet.

as you adjusted the strap of your bag and reached for the car keys, the handle of your duffel bag slipped from your grip. the bag hit the ground with a dull thud, and you watched in horror as the zipper burst open, spilling your belongings across the concrete driveway.

“s-shit, hold on—” you crouched down, your hands trembling as you tried to gather everything up.

beomgyu crouched next to you, his movements stiff as he shoved items back into the bag. “seriously? how did you even pack this thing?”

“i was in a rush..” you replied, heat rising to your face.

“clearly,” he muttered, zipping the bag with an irritated jerk before tossing it into the trunk.

neither of you said anything as you climbed into the car, the silence crackling like static. beomgyu turned the key in the ignition, and the car sputtered.

nothing.

he tried again. and again. the engine refused to catch, and with each failed attempt, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“are you kidding me right now?” he groaned, slamming his hand against the wheel in frustration.

“gyu, just breathe,” you said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his arm.

“don’t,” he cut you off, his voice sharp enough to make you flinch. “don’t tell me to breathe right now.”

the third try finally got the car to start, but the momentary relief did little to ease the tension. the drive to the meeting point was a nightmare in itself—traffic stretched out endlessly, the heat of the sun glaring down through the windshield.

beomgyu’s knuckles were stark white against the leather of the steering wheel, his grip so tight it seemed like he might tear it apart. you watched him carefully, your heart sinking as the tension in the car became almost unbearable, like a tangible thing pressing down on your chest.

you hesitated, choosing your words with care, your voice soft and tentative. “it’s okay, gyu. the others will wait for us. it’s not a big deal—”

“it is a big deal,” he snapped, the sharp edge of his voice cutting through the air like a knife. his eyes didn’t leave the road, but his words hit you square in the chest. “we’re late, everything’s gone wrong, and—” he exhaled sharply, his free hand raking through his hair, disheveling it even further. nothing’s going the way it’s supposed to.”

his voice was laced with frustration, and though it wasn’t loud, it was harsh, almost biting. each word seemed to carry an accusation he wasn’t saying outright.

you sat there, stunned, unsure of how to respond. your fingers twisted nervously in your lap, the quiet whir of the air conditioner doing nothing to fill the suffocating silence.

“gyu, i’m sorry,” you said finally, the apology slipping out in a voice so small you barely recognized it as your own. “but i’m sure when we get there—”

“don’t,” he interrupted again, sharper this time, his tone rising in pitch. he turned his head just slightly toward you, his eyes flashing with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. “don’t say it’s okay when it’s not. we wouldn’t even be in this mess if—”

he stopped abruptly, his lips pressing into a thin, unforgiving line. his unfinished sentence hung in the air, loud in its absence, and yet you could feel the weight of what he’d left unsaid pressing down on you like a boulder.

if what? if you’d woken up earlier? if you hadn’t dropped the bag? if you’d been more organized, quicker, better?

the silence that followed was crushing, the kind that made you hyper-aware of every little sound—the hum of the engine, the faint squeak of his grip on the wheel, the uneven rhythm of your own shallow breaths.

beomgyu’s frustration radiated off him in waves, suffocating the small space between you. the flicker of his gaze toward you, fleeting and heavy with something unspoken, only made the lump in your throat grow.

he didn’t have to say it outright—you could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the way he refused to look at you fully, as if your very presence was just another reminder of everything that had gone wrong.

your stomach twisted, shame creeping in like a slow-burning fire. you wanted to defend yourself, to say something that would smooth the edges of his anger, but the words caught in your throat. instead, you sat there, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, your heart thudding painfully against your ribs.

he tapped his fingers against the wheel, the rhythmic motion filled with a restless energy that made you feel like you were walking on a fraying tightrope.

you bit the inside of your cheek, your voice trembling as you tried again. “gyu, i know this morning’s been a mess, but we’ll fix it. we always—”

“i don’t want to hear it,” he muttered as he cut you off for the nth time today, his voice low but cutting, the finality in his tone making your chest tighten even further.

the words hit harder than they should have, each one landing with the weight of an accusation he wasn’t quite saying but you couldn’t help hearing.

you turned your head to look out the window, blinking quickly against the sting in your eyes. the sun shone down on you mockingly, the bright day outside a cruel contrast to the heavy storm brewing inside the car.

⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊

the traffic had finally eased, the car moving smoothly now toward the meeting point where your friends were waiting. the knot in your stomach loosened slightly at the thought of being on your way, but the tension in the car remained thick.

you stole a glance at beomgyu. his hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale, though not as stark as before. his gaze was fixed straight ahead, unwavering and distant, his jaw set in a way that made him seem unreachable.

it wasn’t like him—your beomgyu was usually so expressive, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, whether he was happy, annoyed, or playful. but now? now his expression was unreadable, a closed book, and the silence felt impenetrable.

you swallowed hard and turned your gaze to the passing scenery, forcing yourself to take a small, quiet breath. it was just a bad morning. that’s all it is, you told yourself. this is still beomgyu. my beomgyu. surely, he’d come around.

the silence stretched, growing heavier with each passing second. the hum of the car engine was the only sound between you, a reminder of how unnatural this quiet was.

you tried. of course, you tried.

“the traffic’s clearing up, finally,” you ventured, your voice soft, careful not to poke the bear. “we’ll probably be there in no time now.”

nothing. not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

you bit your lip, glancing down at your lap as you tried again. “you know, maybe it’s a sign... all the chaos this morning. maybe it means the rest of the trip will be perfect to make up for it!”

still, nothing. his eyes remained glued to the road, his expression betraying no reaction.

you clenched your hands together, forcing yourself to stay calm, though the lump in your throat felt like it was growing heavier with every failed attempt.

“oh!” you exclaimed suddenly, trying to inject enthusiasm into your voice. “remember that stupid road game we came up with? the one where we try to make up stories about other drivers? we can do it now!” you nodded toward a car a few lanes over. “like that guy over there in the red sedan—what if he’s some retired rockstar trying to lay low?”

silence.

you swallowed hard, your nails digging into your palms. “okay, maybe that’s too far-fetched... how about…” you trailed off, your voice faltering as you realized he wasn’t going to respond.

your chest tightened painfully, and you turned your gaze to the window, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. this wasn’t supposed to happen. it wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

but you weren’t done yet. you couldn’t be done yet. you just had to try harder.

you reached forward, fiddling with the radio until a familiar tune filtered through the speakers. it was a song you used to tease him about loving, but one you’d catch him humming when he thought you weren’t listening. “remember this?” you asked, your voice soft, almost hopeful. “you always said you hated it, but i know you secretly love it.”

still nothing.

you laughed, the sound hollow, trying to mask the growing crack in your composure. “you know, if you don’t say anything, i’ll just start singing. and you really don’t want that.”

his silence stretched on, and the air grew heavier, your failed attempts at levity falling flat. your hands twisted nervously in your lap as a quiet panic started to rise in your chest.

you thought about touching his arm, breaking through the barrier with something tangible, something he couldn’t ignore—but the stiffness of his shoulders and the unrelenting tension in his expression held you back.

your throat tightened as a thought you didn’t want to entertain crept in. was this it? was he really this mad at you?

you forced yourself to breathe once more, to quell the panic clawing at your chest. it’s just a bad morning, you told yourself for the nth time, as if repeating it enough would make it true. he’s just upset because of the traffic, because we were late, because of… everything. it’s not about me. it’s not.

but the silence felt personal now, like a wall he’d built to shut you out entirely. every failed attempt to bridge the gap between you only added to the ache in your chest, the unshakable weight of guilt settling heavily over you.

you curled your fingers into your lap, the words you wanted to say piling up in your throat. “gyu,” you murmured again, your voice breaking slightly. “please…”

but he didn’t move. didn’t speak. didn’t even glance your way.

sucking in a breath, you decided to fix your gaze out the window, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the lump in your throat from growing any larger. the world outside blurred past in streaks of blue and green, but you barely noticed. instead, you focused on your breathing—counting each inhale, holding it, exhaling slowly—desperately trying to maintain the fragile facade of calm.

but your trembling hands betrayed you. your fingers curled and uncurled against your thighs, as if the restless movement could somehow dissipate the heaviness pooling in your chest. the soft hum of the car, the rhythmic crunch of tires against asphalt, and the faint melody of the radio only seemed to amplify the silence between you and beomgyu, making it echo louder in your head.

a storm of thoughts swirled relentlessly in your mind, each one striking like lightning. was he really mad at me? the question rang out, its edges sharp and cutting. why?

your memory reeled back to the start of the morning, dissecting every detail like a crime scene. was it because of the alarm? your chest tightened. you were sure you’d double-checked it the night before, but maybe… maybe you hadn’t. maybe you’d set it wrong, or forgotten to turn up the volume. maybe this entire cascade of disasters was all because of your carelessness.

or was it because i moved too slowly? your stomach twisted painfully at the thought. you replayed the frantic rush to get ready, the way your clumsy hands had fumbled with the zipper of your bag, the way you’d bumped into him as you scrambled to pack your toiletries. was that it? was i holding him back?

then your mind darted to the driveway, to the thud of your bag hitting the ground, its contents spilling everywhere like a dam breaking loose. was that his final straw? you could still feel the burn of embarrassment as you’d scrambled to pick everything up, your hands shaking, his frustration palpable even as he helped.

or maybe it wasn’t just one thing. maybe it was everything combined—a chain reaction of small mistakes, each one piling on top of the last until it was too much to bear.

the more you thought about it, the more the sinking feeling in your stomach grew, churning like a whirlpool threatening to pull you under. every imagined scenario, every possible reason for his silence seemed to point back to you. your breath hitched as guilt began to creep in, wrapping around your chest like a vice.

it’s my fault, you thought, the words echoing mercilessly in your head. i ruined the morning. i ruined everything.

your eyes stung, but you blinked rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall. you couldn’t let him see you like this—not now, not when he was already so upset.

outside the window, the scenery continued to shift—trees giving way to stretches of open road, sunlight glinting off distant rooftops. but it all felt hollow, like a backdrop to a play where the script had gone horribly wrong.

you stole another glance at him, hoping, praying, for some kind of sign that things would be okay—a softening of his expression, a flicker of his gaze in your direction, anything. but he remained unmoving, his focus unwavering on the road ahead, his silence unbroken.

you turned back to the window, biting down harder on your cheek until you tasted the faint tang of iron. it’s just a bad morning, you told yourself again, clinging onto the thought like a lifeline. he’s just frustrated. it’ll pass. it has to.

soon enough, the car rolled to a stop in front of the beach house you and your friends had rented, the sight of the familiar place almost too good to be true after the morning’s chaos. the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sand and the sea beyond. the salty breeze carried the sound of seagulls overhead, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that had filled the car.

outside, yeonjun, soobin, taehyun, and kai stood by the entrance, their laughter and chatter ceasing momentarily as they noticed your arrival. yeonjun was the first to wave, a wide grin spreading across his face as he called out, “finally! we thought you two got lost or something!”

the sight of them brought a small, fleeting smile to your face. relief bloomed in your chest like a fragile flower, momentarily dulling the ache that had been gnawing at you all morning. you lifted a hand to wave back, the gesture instinctive, even as your heart felt heavier than it should.

on impulse, you glanced at beomgyu beside you, hoping, wishing, for a flicker of his usual warmth. perhaps a grin, or even a faint smirk, as he saw your friends. anything to show that the tension was melting away. but there was nothing. his expression was as unreadable as it had been the entire drive, his jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead.

your hand faltered slightly mid-wave, but you quickly recovered, forcing yourself to keep smiling as you turned back to your friends.

beomgyu parked the car with practiced ease, his movements quick and precise as he pulled the gear into place and killed the engine. for a moment, you sat still, expecting—hoping—that he’d get out, circle around, and open your door like he always did. it was a small gesture, but one you’d grown to love.

but today, he didn’t.

you heard the trunk slam shut before you even unbuckled your seatbelt. glancing through the rearview mirror, you saw him already heading toward the others, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, leaving you behind without a word.

your throat tightened as you reached for the door handle yourself. you swallowed hard against the lump threatening to form, your trembling fingers fumbling for a moment before the door creaked open. stepping out, you smoothed your clothes with shaky hands and walked to the trunk to grab your things.

it felt wrong. it felt so wrong.

your feet dragged slightly as you made your way to where the others stood, their smiles faltering as they took in the scene. yeonjun’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes darting between you and beomgyu, who was already greeting them with a short nod and muttered hellos.

“hey,” soobin said, his voice softer than usual as he approached you, his towering frame leaning slightly closer. “you okay? you seem… off.”

you forced another smile, though it felt like it cracked the moment it touched your lips. “yeah, i’m fine,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. “just a rough morning, is all.”

“rough morning?” kai piped up, his wide eyes brimming with concern. “what happened? did you guys get lost?”

“or did beomgyu get lost in one of his endless playlists again?” taehyun added, his attempt at lighthearted humor earning a small, forced laugh from you.

“something like that,” you murmured, not trusting yourself to elaborate without your voice shaking.

meanwhile, yeonjun stood by beomgyu, one hand gesturing animatedly as he said something you couldn’t quite make out. but what caught your attention was beomgyu’s posture—rigid and closed off, a stark contrast to his usual carefree demeanor. even yeonjun, who was notoriously good at reading people, looked slightly thrown off by his curt responses.

the tension between you and beomgyu felt like a tangible force, pressing heavily against your chest. the others exchanged confused glances, their unspoken questions hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

“well,” yeonjun finally said, breaking the awkward silence. “let’s get inside and settle in. long drive, huh?”

you nodded quickly, seizing the opportunity to shift focus away from the strained atmosphere. but as you followed the group toward the entrance, the weight in your chest remained, each step feeling heavier than the last.

you glanced at beomgyu one last time, praying for some sign that things would be okay. 

but he didn’t look back. not once.

⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊

the beach house looked like it was pulled straight from a travel brochure—sunlit, inviting, and brimming with the promise of a perfect getaway. golden rays filtered through sheer curtains, painting the walls with a warm, golden hue. the smell of the sea carried on the breeze, mingling with the faint scent of pinewood from the cozy furniture. it was the kind of place that should have filled you with excitement.

but all you could feel was a crushing sense of unease.

“wow, this place is amazing,” kai said, his voice bubbling with excitement as he peeked into every room. “i call dibs on the hammock out back!”

“you can’t call dibs on everything the moment we get here,” taehyun muttered, though his lips curled into a faint smile.

their chatter echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls as yeonjun and soobin lugged their bags inside. you stood by the door, still gripping your suitcase like it was a lifeline, your eyes darting to beomgyu as he wordlessly brushed past everyone.

“gyu—” you started, your voice barely audible, but he didn’t stop. he headed straight for the hallway, his jaw set and his posture stiff, leaving a void in the space he’d just vacated.

you froze in the doorway, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. the others, who had bright smiles, now exchanged puzzled looks.

“what’s up with him?” yeonjun asked, his smile faltering as he tilted his head toward where beomgyu had disappeared.

“maybe he’s just tired,” kai offered hesitantly, though his curious gaze flickered between you and the closed door.

“tired?” yeonjun's brows furrowed, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied your face. “what happened on the drive here?”

your stomach twisted at the question. the pressure of their gazes, the weight of their concern—it was too much. forcing a smile, you shook your head quickly. “nothing. just... a rough morning, like i said.”

soobin’s soft voice cut through your thin facade like a knife. “you sure?” his tone wasn’t pushy, but the way his gentle eyes searched yours made your chest tighten. “doesn’t look like ‘just a rough morning.’”

“no, it’s fine,” you lied, your voice too bright, too quick. “really. he’s just... in one of his moods.”

“one of his moods?” taehyun repeated, his brows raising skeptically. “he didn’t even say hi.”

“he’s probably just stressed,” you said, trying to dismiss it. “we woke up late, and the drive was a bit, uh, chaotic. you know how he gets when things don’t go as planned.”

the others exchanged glances, their concern palpable. yeonjun crossed his arms, leaning against the couch with a frown. “that doesn’t explain why he’s acting like this.”

soobin’s expression softened further, and he stepped closer to you. "did you guys fight?"

your heart sank. his voice was so careful, so kind, and it made you want to crumble right there. you felt their eyes on you, waiting, pressing for answers you weren’t sure how to give.

“no,” you said quietly, your voice trembling slightly. “he’s just... upset. it’ll pass.”

but the way soobin studied you said he didn’t believe you. taehyun, too, looked unconvinced, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes flickered toward the closed door.

“do you want to talk about it?” soobin asked gently, his concern as steady as a hand reaching out in the dark.

you shook your head quickly, forcing another smile that felt like it would shatter at any moment. “it’s really fine. we’re fine.”

“if you say so,” soobin said softly, though the doubt lingered in his tone.

kai's gaze lingered on you a moment longer, his lips parting as if he wanted to say more, but then he sighed and nodded. “just... let us know if you need anything, okay?”

“thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you clutched your bag tighter and made your way towards your shared room.

as you stepped away, the sound of their low murmurs filled the space behind you. you couldn’t make out their words, but you knew they were talking about you. about him. about whatever they’d sensed brewing between you two.

“did beomgyu say anything to you?” soobin asked taehyun quietly, his brows furrowed as he glanced toward the hallway.

“not a word,” taehyun replied, crossing his arms. “he’s acting weird.”

“they’re both acting weird,” yeonjun murmured, his gaze flickering to the room you had disappeared into.

“you really think they fought?” kai asked, his wide eyes filled with concern.

“it feels like more than that,” soobin said slowly, a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. “they’re usually so… in sync. it’s like they’re avoiding each other.”

“he didn’t even look at her,” taehyun added, his tone unusually sharp.

yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. “should we talk to them?”

“no,” soobin said firmly, though his voice remained soft. “not yet. let’s give them some space. but we need to keep an eye on this.”

inside your shared room, on the other hand, the sound of waves crashing faintly outside the window should have been soothing, but instead, it only amplified the suffocating tension hanging between you.

beomgyu was already there, his back turned to you as he unpacked his bag with slow, deliberate movements. his posture was stiff, his shoulders taut with an unmistakable edge of irritation. he didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge your presence in the slightest, as though you weren’t even there.

you lingered by the door for a moment, your hand still gripping the handle. “gyu,” you began softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper, “can we talk?”

no response.

your chest tightened as you set your bag down, your movements hesitant. “please, gyu,” you tried again, stepping closer to him. “i know this morning didn’t go as planned, but—”

he turned slightly, just enough to grab a shirt from his bag, but his gaze never met yours. the silence was deafening, each second stretching out like an eternity.

your stomach churned, and you swallowed hard against the lump forming in your throat. “can you just... say something?” you asked, your voice trembling now.

nothing.

the weight of his silence pressed down on you like a physical force, your breaths growing shallow as you watched him move methodically, purposefully ignoring you. it wasn’t like him. this wasn’t the beomgyu you knew—the one who would always pull you into a hug after even the smallest disagreement, the one who would crack a joke to diffuse any tension.

“gyu, please,” you pleaded, your voice breaking despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “i’m sorry if... if i messed things up this morning. i didn’t mean to. i just...” you trailed off, your words faltering as his silence swallowed them whole.

he zipped his bag closed with a sharp sound that made you flinch, his movements still deliberate and controlled. he walked to the dresser and began placing his clothes inside, his back still to you.

the sinking feeling in your stomach grew heavier, like a lead weight dragging you down. your fingers curled into fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to steady yourself.

“we can’t fix this if you won’t even talk to me,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper now. the vulnerability in your tone made your skin prickle with shame, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out.

still, he didn’t respond. didn’t stop. didn’t even turn around.

the silence was unbearable, crushing. every second felt like another crack forming in the fragile foundation of your relationship, and you couldn’t help but feel like it was all your fault.

you took a shaky step back, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. “okay,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you turned away. “we’ll talk later..”

you grabbed your bag and moved to the far corner of the room, your back to him as you fumbled to unpack your things. your hands trembled, your movements clumsy as you tried to busy yourself, to do anything to distract from the ache building in your chest.

you could only watch in silence as beomgyu left the room a few moments later, his towel in hand, his steps heavy and deliberate. he didn’t even spare you a glance, his face impassive, like you weren’t even there. his indifference cut through you like a blade, leaving a hollow ache in your chest.

the door clicked shut behind him, and the moment the sound echoed in the room, you felt the dam inside you break. your hand flew to your mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to tear out of your chest, but it didn’t matter. the tears came anyway, hot and relentless.

you sank down onto the chair, your body shaking as the sobs wracked through you. your chest felt tight, suffocating, as if the very air around you had turned to lead. you couldn’t stop crying—tears blurring your vision, flowing down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

you felt so small, so foolish. why had you been so careless? the thoughts twisted in your mind like a vicious cycle. why couldn’t you just have done everything right? you’d ruined everything. all the excitement that had built up for weeks, the anticipation of the trip, the plans you’d made with beomgyu... it was all slipping through your fingers. because of you.

you buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle the sobs that kept spilling from you, choking on the realization that you had pushed him away when all you wanted was to make things right. the guilt churned in your stomach like a storm, a tempest of doubt and self-loathing.

how could you have messed this up so badly?

time seemed to stretch on endlessly as you sat there, lost in your emotions. but eventually, the tears slowed, and your breathing began to even out, though it felt like your chest had been hollowed out.

you stood up slowly, wiping at your face with the back of your hand, trying to gather the shattered pieces of yourself. the mirror on the wall caught your reflection, and you couldn’t help but flinch. your eyes were red-rimmed, your face streaked with tears, and the person staring back at you seemed like a stranger—weak, fragile, and utterly defeated.

pull yourself together, you told yourself, feeling the sting of self-disappointment.

you took a shaky breath, trying to steady your pulse as you grabbed your bag and changed into a rash guard, forcing yourself to move through the motions. you had to be presentable. for your friends, for everyone. you couldn’t let them see how badly you were falling apart.

when you finished adjusting your clothes, you hesitated for a moment, staring at the door. you could stay in the room, hiding away, nursing your broken heart in silence. but you knew that would only make things worse. you had to face it. you had to face him, even if you didn’t know how.

with a final, shaky breath, you reached for the doorknob.

as you opened the door, you were met with an unexpected sight—soobin, standing just on the other side, his hand raised as if he were about to knock. his expression faltered when he saw your face, and his brows furrowed in concern.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice gentle but laced with an underlying tension. “i saw beomgyu go out without you. are you sure you guys are really okay?”

you quickly blinked your eyes, sniffling softly, and forced a smile onto your face. it was shaky, but you could pass it off as fine—as long as you didn't break. you couldn't afford to break. not now.

"it's really nothing, soobin," you said, trying to make your voice sound light and steady, though it was anything but. "i'm just being silly, honestly. it's been a long day, and everything's just... piled up, you know?" you forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as hollow as it felt.

soobin didn’t move. he remained there, his eyes studying you with an intensity that made you feel small under his gaze. he opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, unsure. but he wasn’t fooled—not entirely. his expression shifted, his brows furrowing in doubt.

"i don’t buy it.” soobin said gently, his hand now resting lightly on your shoulder, almost as if grounding you. "i can tell when something’s off. you know you can talk to me, right? i mean, really talk to me."

you quickly nodded, shaking your head as you tried to push all of the emotions down, forcing them into some small, hidden corner of your heart where they couldn’t be seen. “no, no, really, it’s fine! everything’s fine. just a little... bad timing, you know? it's all going to be okay." you gave another shaky smile, this time more forced.

soobin was quiet for a moment, clearly not convinced. his gaze flickered down to your eyes again, searching for the cracks in the facade you were desperately trying to hold together.

but then you caught yourself—this isn't you. you quickly straightened your posture and turned towards down the hall, motioning for him to follow you. "come on, let’s not keep everyone waiting. we’ll make up for lost time, right? we’ve got a whole day ahead!" you tried to make your voice chipper, but the words felt like they were slipping through your fingers.

you could almost feel soobin’s gaze still lingering on you, heavy and unsure. you didn't dare meet his eyes again; you couldn’t bear for him to see past the mask you were struggling to hold up.

soobin took a step back, and though you didn’t look at him, you could feel him standing there, unmoving. you could feel his hesitation, the quiet concern that wrapped around him like a quiet storm. but he didn’t speak. he just stood there, watching you, still doubtful. you could feel it in the air, thick like tension.

"alright," he said finally, his voice low, almost too gentle. "but if you need anything—"

"i’m fine," you interjected quickly, still smiling, still forcing it. "really, i’m fine. let’s just go." you went and finally left soobin there as you made your way to where the others were, not sparing him another glance.

with a soft sigh, soobin followed you, but you could feel the weight of his doubt pressing in on you as you walked ahead. as much as you tried to convince yourself everything would be okay, you knew you were only fooling yourself.

but you had to keep going. for everyone’s sake.

⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊

the beach house felt like a distant memory now as the group gathered on the golden sands. the rhythmic crash of waves filled the air, mingling with the faint squawks of seagulls overhead. laughter and chatter bubbled up around you, carried away on the salty breeze, and for a moment, the scene felt almost perfect.

yeonjun stood at the center of the group, a neon-yellow water gun clutched in his hands, his grin as sharp as the sunlight reflecting off the waves. “all right, everyone! no holding back. if you don’t want to get soaked, this is your last chance to run!”

his voice was playful, dripping with mischief, and it sent a ripple of energy through the group. kai cheered, already rolling up his sleeves, while soobin laughed, shaking his head at yeonjun’s antics. taehyun crossed his arms, smirking knowingly. “you’re going to regret this, yeonjun.”

but your gaze wasn’t on yeonjun or the others—your eyes were drawn to beomgyu.

he stood a little apart from the group, his arms loosely crossed, his posture stiff. the breeze toyed with his hair, but he didn’t seem to notice. his gaze was fixed somewhere on the horizon, distant and detached, as though the lively scene unfolding around him had nothing to do with him.

before you could dwell on the ache in your chest any longer, two pairs of hands clamped down on your shoulders, yanking you from your thoughts. “gotcha!” kai’s voice rang out, light and carefree.

you let out a startled squeak as kai and taehyun flanked you, their grins wide with mischief. “you’re not escaping this,” taehyun added, his tone teasing as he gave you a gentle shove toward the water.

“w-wait, hold on—!” you protested, stumbling slightly, but their laughter drowned out your words.

“no holding back!” kai declared, his excitement infectious.

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips, even as your heart felt heavy. their energy was almost enough to distract you, almost enough to make you forget—almost.

“you guys are impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head, though a faint smile tugged at your lips.

as they dragged you closer to the water, the cool waves lapping at your feet, you instinctively glanced back at beomgyu. he still hasn’t moved.

“hey, beomgyu!” taehyun suddenly called out, his voice cutting through the sound of the waves. he waved a hand toward him, his brows furrowed slightly. “you coming or what?”

all eyes turned to beomgyu, the weight of the moment settling heavily in the air. for a second, you held your breath, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. maybe this was it. maybe he’d finally join in, finally look at you, finally—

but he didn’t.

beomgyu’s gaze flickered toward taehyun for the briefest of moments before shifting back to the ocean. he stayed where he was, rooted to the sand, his body language closed off, his silence deafening.

the group exchanged glances, the tension palpable. taehyun frowned, his sharp eyes darting back to you, as if piecing together something unspoken. yeonjun, too, glanced your way, his bright expression now clouded with quiet concern.

you felt exposed, like every crack in your carefully constructed facade was suddenly visible. forcing a laugh, you waved a hand dismissively. “don’t mind him,” you said, your voice overly cheerful. "he's okay, just... recharging his social battery."

“is he really?” taehyun asked, his tone careful but laced with doubt.

“positive,” you replied quickly, pasting on a reassuring smile. “come on, we came here to have fun, right?”

soobin didn’t say anything, but his gaze still lingered on you, his concern evident. you avoided it again, afraid that if you looked too long, the cracks in your armor would split wide open.

with a gentle nudge, you urged the group back into the water, their laughter slowly returning as they resumed their splashing and games. but even as you joined in, even as you forced yourself to laugh and smile, you couldn’t shake the hollow ache in your chest.

soon enough, the afternoon melted into a tapestry of laughter, splashes, and golden sunlight as you and the others played in the ocean. yeonjun, of course, dominated with his water gun, cackling like a cartoon villain as the others scrambled to dodge his onslaught.

taehyun was quick on his feet, darting around with surprising agility, his laughter sharp and bright. kai attempted to splash him back, only to get tackled into the water by soobin, who joined in with his signature playful grin. the chaos was infectious, and even you couldn’t hold back your giggles as you tried to keep up, cheeks damp from both the salty spray of the ocean and your own breathless amusement.

for a while, it felt like nothing else existed but this moment. the weight on your chest seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and the sun on your skin. you let yourself be carried by the lighthearted energy of the group, diving into the waves and letting the cool water wash over you.

eventually, you all moved onto the sand. someone suggested beach volleyball, and yeonjun took it upon himself to organize teams, his competitive streak coming out full force.

the game started off with a lot of flubs and laughter—kai missed the ball entirely on his first serve, and soobin teased him mercilessly for it. taehyun, ever the steady hand, stepped in to show everyone how it was done, and soon, the game was in full swing.

you found yourself laughing again, a genuine smile spreading across your face as the group grew more competitive. the ball sailed back and forth, accompanied by cheers and groans, the sand flying up in little puffs beneath your feet as you raced to keep up.

but beomgyu’s presence—or lack thereof—was always in the corner of your mind. every now and then, your gaze would flicker toward him, and each time, your smile would waver. it was as though his stillness acted as a reminder of the tension lingering between you, a thread pulling taut with every stolen glance.

and then it happened.

you turned your head mid-game, your eyes instinctively searching for him. this time, instead of finding him looking out at the horizon or down at his feet, you met his gaze head-on.

his eyes, dark and unreadable, locked with yours.

your breath hitched, your heart leaping into your throat. for a moment, everything else faded away—the game, the laughter, the sound of the waves. it was just you and him, caught in a fleeting moment that felt heavier than it should’ve.

and then your foot caught on an uneven patch of sand.

your heart stopped as you stumbled forward, your balance tipping precariously. the world tilted around you, and before you could catch yourself, you landed hard on the sand. the grains softened the impact slightly, but the sharp sting on your knee told you that not all was unscathed.

the laughter immediately cut off, replaced by a chorus of concerned voices. “are you okay?” yeonjun was the first to reach you, his hands hovering awkwardly, his usual confidence replaced with worry. taehyun and kai then knelt beside you, their expressions filled with worry.

soobin crouched in front of you, his expression calm but tinged with concern as his eyes flickered down to your leg. “you’re bleeding,” he pointed out, his voice soft but firm.

your gaze followed his, and sure enough, a small but angry red scratch ran across your knee, a thin line of blood welling up and smearing against your skin. it wasn’t deep, but the sight of it made your stomach drop nonetheless.

“it’s just a scratch,” you mumbled, cheeks burning as you tried to laugh it off, brushing sand from your hands. “i’m okay, i promise.” but your reassurance did little to ease the tension in the group.

kai frowned, his usual playfulness replaced with genuine concern. “it doesn’t look okay...” he said, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

“here, lean on me.” taehyun extended his hand, steady and reliable, as he helped you sit up properly. his movements were careful, as though he feared hurting you further. 

as the others fretted over you, soobin’s gaze drifted upward, his attention shifting to the figure standing at a distance. beomgyu hadn’t moved, but something about him had shifted. 

his body was tense, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was hard to miss. for the briefest of moments, soobin caught it—the way beomgyu’s feet shifted forward, just slightly, as though he were about to rush to your side.

there was no mistaking the flicker of worry that passed across his face, unguarded and raw. it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his unreadable mask, but it had been there. beomgyu’s hand twitched at his side, his fingers curling into a fist before he took a deliberate step back, turning around entirely as he made his way back to the beach house silently. 

soobin narrowed his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line. but he didn’t say anything, his focus returning to you instead.

you, oblivious to beomgyu’s brief moment of concern, were busy waving off the others’ worries. “really, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted, though the sting in your knee made you wince slightly. 

“not a big deal? you’re bleeding!” yeonjun argued, his frown deepening.

“let's get it cleaned, yeah?” taehyun utters, his tone firmer this time. “the saltwater will sting, but it’ll keep it from getting infected.”

soobin stood abruptly. “i’ll grab the first aid kit,” he declared, already jogging toward the beach house without waiting for a response.

soobin walked up the steps of the house, the sound of the waves crashing behind him growing distant as he reached the door. he stopped short when he spotted beomgyu standing just beyond the threshold, looking out over the beach, his posture stiff and unreadable.

the air between them felt thick as soobin grabbed the first aid kit from the counter, his hands trembling slightly from the pent-up anger he hadn’t realized he was holding back. he couldn’t understand why beomgyu was being so distant, so cold, especially when you needed him most.

until he couldn't hold back anymore.

“what the hell, choi?” soobin’s words were sharp, slicing through the stillness. “you just stood there and watched her fall? watched her hurt herself without doing a damn thing?” his voice cracked with the rawness of his frustration, each syllable dripping with resentment.

beomgyu didn’t react. he didn’t even move. but that only made soobin angrier. he took a step forward, the first aid kit now feeling like an anchor in his hand, a tangible reminder of how ridiculous this all was.

“you're ridiculous,” soobin spat, his words coming faster now, fueled by something he didn’t want to admit. “she’s sitting there bleeding, and you just—” he broke off, his breath coming in quick bursts. he forced himself to take another step forward, huffing in a breath.

“i don’t get you, man,” soobin muttered, his voice low but intense. “you’re suddenly so hard to read. you treat her like this, and you act like nothing’s wrong? if you don’t get your act together soon, you’re gonna lose everything. you’re gonna lose her."

the silence between them stretched out, thick and suffocating. soobin could feel the tension hanging in the air, the words he’d said weighing heavy on his chest. he stood there for a moment, eyes locked on beomgyu, but there was no response.

with a final, exasperated shake of his head, soobin turned away, his steps slow but deliberate. the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance.

and as he disappeared back to where you and the others were, beomgyu’s gaze finally flickered downward, the knot in his chest tightening further, his own heart weighed down by something he didn’t want to name.

⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊

after tending to your wound and resting a little, the group had decided to head back to the beach house to take a breather and eat. their chatter filled the air once more as they made their way toward the building, all of them eager to grab something to munch on after hours of swimming and playing under the sun. kai and yeonjun joked about what they were going to snack on, already making plans for what to raid from the kitchen, while soobin trailed behind them, his voice soft but carrying as he gave one last look toward you.

you, however, couldn’t bring yourself to follow. the sand felt heavy beneath you, your body tired from the events of the day, but it wasn’t just that. the emotional weight that had been building all day was far too much to bear in the company of others.

it wasn’t just the physical sting of your scraped knee, which still throbbed faintly, it was everything else—the ache in your chest, the confusion swirling around your heart, and the weight of uncertainty that had settled on your shoulders ever since you’d noticed the way beomgyu had distanced himself. you needed space. you needed to breathe.

“i’ll catch up in a minute,” you said, trying to muster some normalcy in your tone as you waved them off. “i just need a moment alone.”

they looked back at you with varying degrees of concern, but they didn’t press. as the group slowly faded from view, you allowed yourself a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts that kept spiraling. 

you sat down on the sand, your fingers absently brushing at the grains, watching as they fell between your fingertips. the ocean, vast and seemingly endless, stretched out before you. its rhythmic pull, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, should have been soothing—but today, it felt distant, cold, just like beomgyu.

but it wasn’t just him alone. it was also the way he had looked at you—or rather, the way he hadn’t. you couldn’t shake the image of him, standing so far off, looking anywhere but at you when you needed him. your chest tightened at the thought, a knot forming deep within. his lack of reaction had hit harder than you expected, and the longer you thought about it, the more confused you became.

what had happened to him? what had happened to the way things used to be?

you bit your lip, fighting back the urge to let the frustration spill over. it wasn’t like him, you told yourself. so why does it feel like everything’s slipping away?

you stayed there for a while longer, feeling the weight of your thoughts settle like the tide—pushing in, retreating, pushing in again, but never leaving you truly at peace. your gaze lingered on the horizon, the colors of the sky beginning to shift as the sun dipped lower, casting a soft, amber glow over the ocean. yet, even the beauty of the scene couldn’t bring you solace. it was all a reminder of how far you felt from everything you’d hoped for today, how alone you felt despite being surrounded by people who cared for you.

just as you thought you couldn’t sit in this silence any longer, you heard footsteps approaching. you didn’t need to look up, as the air around you seemed to settle in a way that only taehyun’s presence could achieve, gentle and steady, like the calm after a storm. there was no rush in his movement, no attempt to push you into speaking. he simply sat down beside you, the soft sound of his clothes shifting in the sand the only indication of his presence.

for a few minutes, neither of you spoke, the quiet between you stretching comfortably, almost as though the silence itself was a space he was giving you to breathe. the steady rhythm of the waves continued in the background, but it did little to ease the tension knotting in your chest. 

taehyun didn’t rush you with questions or comments, but you could feel him beside you, his quiet presence reassuring, even in the silence. you glanced at him sideways, just for a second, but he wasn’t looking at you. his eyes were fixed ahead, his body language relaxed but somehow purposeful. the way he sat, still and attentive without being intrusive, made your heart ache a little.

“hey,” taehyun spoke, his voice quiet but steady, breaking the silence at last. “i’m not one to pry, but i know something’s bothering you. you’ve been off all day. and i know it’s not just your knee.”

you flinched slightly at his words, feeling as though you’d been caught in something you hadn’t been ready to face. his gaze still didn’t shift toward you, but you could feel the weight of his observation, like he had noticed the cracks you were trying to hide.

“i don’t want to make you talk if you’re not ready,” he continued, his voice softer now, understanding. “but you can tell me, whenever you’re ready. i’ll listen. you don’t have to keep it all to yourself.”

for a moment, you didn’t say anything. you wanted to fight it, wanted to tell him that everything was fine, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. the weight of the day felt too heavy to keep it inside any longer, too much to carry alone. your fingers dug into the sand, your gaze fixed ahead as you slowly exhaled, the words starting to tumble out before you could stop them.

“it’s... i don’t even know what happened today. everything felt wrong.” you paused, swallowing hard, fighting the lump in your throat. “i ruined everything. beomgyu’s day, the whole trip, maybe even his vacation. i woke up late, i dropped the bag, the keys, the traffic—just... everything went wrong.”

taehyun didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer any words of his own. he just sat quietly, listening, his eyes soft, waiting for you to continue.

“and then when i tried to talk to him,” you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. “he wouldn’t reply, wouldn’t speak—wouldn’t even look at me or acknowledge my presence. i-i don’t know what happened to him, why he’s this upset.. it’s like he’s a completely different person...”

you paused again, taking a shaky breath, unsure if you could say more. but taehyun stayed silent, his presence solid and grounding. you felt the dam inside you break, and the words kept spilling out, raw and vulnerable.

“i just... don’t know what to do. i feel so stupid. like i messed everything up. i’m just... so confused, taehyun. i don’t know what’s happening anymore..”

your voice cracked as the last words left your lips, and before you knew it, the tears you’d been holding back finally fell. they were quiet at first, slow and unsure, but then they came in earnest, the weight of everything you had been holding inside rushing to the surface. taehyun didn’t move, didn’t try to stop you. he just sat beside you, his presence a silent comfort as the tears continued to fall, one after another.

you continued to cry for a while, your emotions pouring out in waves as taehyun remained still beside you, offering the most peaceful presence. his quiet attention was a balm for the whirlwind of confusion in your mind. the world felt quieter, calmer, in those moments as you slowly gathered yourself.

after what felt like an eternity of silence, you felt him inch closer, his warmth pressing against your side. before you could even process it, taehyun’s arm gently wrapped around you, pulling you a little closer into his comforting hold. the steady rise and fall of his chest as he exhaled a soft sigh felt like a silent reassurance, and you allowed yourself to lean into him, letting the tears subside, even if only slightly.

“you know,” he said after a while, his voice still quiet but laced with a hint of frustration, “beomgyu’s really stupid sometimes.”

you blinked, a surprised chuckle escaping your lips, despite the lingering heaviness in your chest. it was a small thing, but hearing taehyun say that with such absolute conviction made something lighten inside of you.

taehyun’s arm tightened slightly around your shoulders, pulling you in a little closer. “honestly,” he continued, his tone softer now, “he’s been a mess today, but that’s on him, not you.” he paused, his voice becoming more serious, his next words carrying weight. “you didn’t do anything wrong. you didn’t deserve to be ignored like this.”

you took a shaky breath, trying to process his words as they settled into your heart. something in you eased just a little, the weight on your chest lifting bit by bit with every reassuring word he said. taehyun’s gentle voice continued, grounding you in the moment.

“beomgyu is just... being dumb right now,” he added, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “he’s confused, probably about a lot of things. but you? you didn’t mess up. you didn’t ruin anything. whatever’s going on with him has nothing to do with you.”

you let out a breath, unsure whether it was a sigh of relief or just the last of your lingering frustration, but for the first time that day, you felt like you were starting to understand that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t to blame. the tears that had flowed freely before started to slow, your shoulders relaxing just a little bit as taehyun’s words sunk in.

“i’m serious,” he said, sensing the shift in you, his voice quiet but strong. “don’t let him make you feel like you’ve done something wrong. you’re not stupid, and you’re definitely not the reason everything is ‘messed up’. nothing is. don’t let him make you doubt yourself, okay?”

you nodded slowly, letting the weight of his reassurance sink in. the emotions were still there, but somehow they didn’t feel as overwhelming anymore. “thanks, taehyun,” you whispered, your voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. “i really needed that.”

he squeezed your shoulder gently, offering a small but knowing smile, the kind that spoke volumes more than words ever could. “of course,” he murmured, and you could feel the sincerity in his words. “i’ll always be here. we all are. and i know things will get better. you’ll both figure it out, i’m sure.”

you felt a small comfort in the warmth of his embrace, the world outside still moving, but for now, the storm inside you seemed quieter, more manageable. and for the first time in hours, you allowed yourself a deep breath. maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

on the beach house itself, however, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension.

as the others made their way to the kitchen, their chatter was quieter, as though they, too, felt the weight of the day. beomgyu stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the scene outside, where you and taehyun remained on the beach, your figures small and distant. even from this far away, he could see the way your shoulders would shake every now and then, the subtle movements that were impossible to miss. it was clear—you were crying.

the realization hit him like a slap in the face, hard and unrelenting. his chest tightened painfully at the sight. it felt like every breath he took was too shallow, his thoughts jumbled and chaotic as he tried to process what he was seeing. his heart tugged, a part of him wanting to rush out and hold you, but the other part, the part that had been pushing you away, made him hesitate. it was as if his body refused to move, as if a thousand thoughts had become a wall he couldn’t break through.

he had ignored you, shut you out, given you the silence treatment because he didn’t know what else to do. he didn’t know how to fix what was broken, didn’t know how to address the emotions that were spiraling within him. the more he looked at you, the more he realized how badly he had hurt you. the more he understood that his actions—his coldness—had done something irreversible, something that weighed heavier than he could bear. yet, here he was, paralyzed by his own guilt, unable to take the first step.

beomgyu exhaled sharply. everything felt wrong. he was trapped in this self-imposed silence, suffocating under the weight of unspoken words and broken promises. the tension in his body only grew as the minutes ticked by, each one a reminder of how much he had pushed you away, how much he had failed you. the sight of your quiet sorrow only made it worse, pulling at him in ways he couldn’t describe, stirring up a familiar ache in his chest.

yeonjun, kai, and soobin stood a few feet away, the noise of their voices low as they exchanged glances. they’d all noticed by now—the tension between you and beomgyu, the coldness he’d wrapped around himself, and how it had been slowly unraveling everything. soobin, who had already voiced his concerns towards beomgyu earlier, was the first to make a move.

his gaze flicked toward yeonjun and kai, his expression unreadable, but the stern set of his jaw said it all. without a word, soobin gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod in beomgyu's direction, a clear signal to the two. they understood immediately, exchanging a brief, hesitant glance before they both began moving toward him, their steps slow but deliberate.

as they approached him, there was an air of uncertainty, a silent understanding that this wasn’t just any conversation. this was something that needed to happen, something that would either tear everything open or start to mend the cracks that had appeared. beomgyu didn’t move, didn’t look at them. his gaze stayed locked on the beach, on you.

“beomgyu,” kai’s voice was soft, but it still cut through the heavy silence. it was rare to hear kai speak with such restraint, but even he understood the weight of the situation. “you need to talk to her.”

beomgyu’s jaw clenched tighter at the sound of kai’s voice, but he didn’t respond. he couldn’t. he was scared—scared of the mess he had created, of how everything between you two had become so tangled. every time he thought about facing you, about explaining himself, it felt like the words would choke him, twist his insides until he was paralyzed by his own guilt.

yeonjun’s expression softened as he stood next to kai, his usual teasing tone replaced by something more serious. “dude,” he said quietly, “we’ve all been watching. we’ve all seen it. and honestly? you’re being incredibly unreasonable.” he paused, his eyes searching beomgyu’s face. “what are you doing? why are you doing this?”

beomgyu felt his throat tighten at yeonjun’s words, the weight of the accusation hanging between them. it was impossible to ignore, impossible to push away. his silence felt like a hundred-pound weight sitting on his chest, and the more they spoke, the more it felt like he was suffocating.

“you’re being an idiot,” kai added bluntly, though his tone lacked any real malice. it was more like frustration, the frustration of seeing something so unnecessary happening to someone who didn’t deserve it. “you’re hurting her, man. and you’re not helping yourself either.”

the words, though harsh, cut through the fog in beomgyu’s mind. the truth, as much as he hated to admit it, was undeniable. he wasn’t just hurting you—he was hurting himself too. every second of silence, every time he refused to look at you or speak, it felt like another nail in the coffin of whatever connection they had left.

soobin entered the scene, his footsteps purposeful but quiet as he approached the small group. he didn’t say anything at first, only glanced once more toward the window, where you were still visible on the beach sitting next to taehyun, your forms barely moving now. he saw the way beomgyu’s shoulders were stiff, his posture rigid. it was the way someone would stand if they were about to face something they couldn’t control.

finally, soobin spoke, his voice steady and calm. “i don’t know what’s going on in your head, beomgyu,” he said softly, but there was a weight to his words. “but you can’t keep doing this."

beomgyu didn’t respond, didn’t move. but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that came too late to make a difference, but it was there nonetheless—a brief flash of regret, of doubt

soobin continued, his tone unwavering. “you need to go to her. soon. before it gets worse. because, trust me, if you keep going like this... it won’t end well.”

the room fell into a tense silence. with a single, sharp exhale, beomgyu gave a subtle nod. it was barely perceptible, but it was enough. the unspoken understanding passed between them like a silent agreement—he’d make it right. not just with words, but with actions. the regret and confusion in his mind couldn’t be cleared away in a heartbeat, but he knew he had to start somewhere. and the only place to start was with you.

he didn’t say anything, his lips pressed tight in a thin line, as though words were too much for him right now. he just turned away from the window, his feet heavy as they moved across the floor, making his way to the room he shared with you as he shut the door with a soft thud.

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you and taehyun made your way back to the beach house eventually, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as the last remnants of daylight disappeared, leaving behind a blanket of stars overhead. the soft crunch of the sand beneath your feet seemed almost foreign now, as if the warmth of the day had been a distant memory. taehyun had been by your side the entire walk, not saying much, but his comforting presence at least gave you a sense of peace.

as soon as you stepped inside, the warmth of the interior embraced you, and the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the air, immediately drawing your attention. it smelled rich and hearty, the kind of meal that promised to chase away any lingering troubles. your stomach growled softly, a reminder of how long it had been since you’d eaten.

“smells amazing,” taehyun commented, his tone lighter than it had been earlier, and you managed a small smile in response, grateful for his presence.

your footsteps echoed faintly against the floor as you followed the scent to the dining area. your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you—a spread of dishes, each one meticulously prepared, their colors vibrant under the warm glow of the dining room lights. soobin had outdone himself, his efforts evident in the careful presentation.

“wow,” you murmured, unable to hide your amazement. the table was set with an inviting warmth, the kind that made you momentarily forget your earlier worries. you couldn’t help but feel a small surge of gratitude for soobin’s thoughtfulness.

taehyun, ever observant, leaned in slightly. “looks like soobin poured his heart into this. we should definitely thank him.”

you nodded, but your gaze faltered as you scanned the room. the others were already seated, their chatter soft but cheerful, but there was one glaring absence.

your heart sank slightly as you realized beomgyu wasn’t there.

you felt a sharp pang in your chest at the sight of the empty seat beside yours, the place where he usually sat, his energy always so close and comforting. there was a noticeable emptiness, as if the room had lost some of its warmth in his absence. despite the food before you, the flicker of hunger quickly died in your throat, replaced by a quiet, gnawing concern.

you hesitated for a moment, your fingers curling around the edge of the table as you glanced at the empty seat beside yours. the question weighed on your mind, and though you tried to push it down, it slipped out before you could stop it.

“where’s beomgyu?”

the chatter around the table quieted instantly. your question hung in the air, and you couldn’t ignore the way everyone seemed to tense up. yeonjun looked away, soobin’s jaw tightened, and taehyun’s eyes flickered to kai, who was the first to break the silence.

“he’s in your shared room,” kai said softly, his tone unusually serious once again.

the words caught you off guard. “in our room…?” you echoed, blinking in surprise.

kai nodded, leaning back in his chair. “yeah. he’s probably… reflecting or something.”

your brow furrowed at the term. “reflecting?”

taehyun shifted in his seat, crossing his arms as he leaned toward you. “we agreed that they’d talk to him earlier when i went to you,” he said gently.

you froze, staring at him as the weight of his words settled. “you... talked to him?”

yeonjun cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable but speaking up. “we didn’t mean to interfere or anything, but it was getting hard to watch both of you like this. something had to be said.”

you frowned, your emotions swirling between surprise, frustration, and gratitude. “you didn’t have to do that,” you said softly, your voice tinged with hesitation. “this is between beomgyu and me. we can handle it..”

soobin, ever calm and composed, leaned forward slightly, meeting your eyes. “we know it’s not our place, but we care about you both,” he said quietly. “we just wanted to help. he needed to hear it, even if he didn’t want to.”

yeonjun offered a lopsided grin, trying to lighten the mood. “trust me, it wasn’t easy. he’s stubborn as hell.”

your lips twitched, but the heaviness in your chest lingered. “i appreciate it,” you said after a moment, your voice soft but sincere. “truly. i just... i hope he’s okay.”

taehyun placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch reassuring. “he’s okay. but more importantly, he’ll listen to you now.”

you nodded slowly, the knot in your stomach loosening slightly. as much as you wanted to be against their intervention, you couldn’t deny that their intentions were rooted in care.

you lingered for a moment, glancing toward the hallway where your shared room lay, your thoughts drifting to beomgyu. your fingers fidgeted at your sides as the urge to go to him began to creep in. but before you could act on it, soobin’s calm voice cut through the silence.

“let him be for now,” he said gently, his tone firm but understanding.

you turned to him, your brows furrowing slightly. “but—”

“trust me,” soobin interrupted, his eyes soft but resolute as he met your gaze. “he needs this time to sort through his thoughts. he’ll come around, i promise. just give him a little more time.”

his words held a quiet assurance, one that made you pause. you wanted to argue, to insist that you should go to beomgyu, but there was something in soobin’s expression that made you stop. he wasn’t just asking for patience—he was promising that things would be okay.

“it’ll all be well soon,” he added, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. “just... trust us on this one, okay?”

you hesitated, the knot in your chest still tight, but you nodded eventually. “okay,” you murmured, your voice soft and unsure.

“good.” soobin leaned back in his chair, the tension in the room easing just slightly. “now let’s eat. we all need it after today.”

taehyun gave you a small nudge, his expression encouraging as he gestured toward the table. “he’s right. come on, the food’s going to get cold.”

with a deep breath, you let the conversation drop, forcing yourself to push the thoughts of beomgyu aside for now. you sat properly now, though the empty one beside you still felt like a glaring reminder of his absence.

the others quickly tried to lighten the mood, yeonjun cracking jokes and kai chiming in with his usual enthusiasm. taehyun even slid a plate closer to you, quietly encouraging you to eat. it was comforting, in a way, their effort to bring some normalcy back to the evening.

you picked at the food at first, your appetite still dulled by the weight in your chest. but slowly, as the chatter and laughter around the table grew louder, you found yourself relaxing just a little. their presence, their warmth—it reminded you that even in the moments that felt the most uncertain, you weren’t truly alone.

after dinner, the tension that had lingered in the air slowly began to dissipate, replaced by the warm hum of laughter and the shuffle of chairs being pushed back. kai was the first to propose moving to the living room, his excitement contagious as he waved a deck of cards in the air.

“come on, let’s play something!” he exclaimed, already halfway to the couch. “we can’t let the night end on a sour note.”

the others followed suit, yeonjun dragging soobin into the fray with a teasing grin. “you’re not escaping this time, soobin. you’re playing, and i’m making sure you lose.”

soobin only rolled his eyes but didn’t resist, letting himself be pulled along. taehyun gave you a small smile and a nudge toward the living room, his way of silently encouraging you to join in.

you settled onto the plush couch, the warmth of the evening slowly seeping into your chest as the group gathered around the coffee table. taehyun shuffled cards with practiced ease, declaring an intense game of spoons to start things off. the rules were simple, but the chaos that ensued was anything but.

yeonjun, ever the competitive spirit, lunged for a spoon with such determination that he nearly toppled the coffee table, earning an exasperated groan from soobin and uncontrollable laughter from kai. taehyun played with a quiet sharpness, his keen eyes missing nothing as he slyly slid a spoon toward himself without anyone noticing—until yeonjun loudly accused him of cheating.

you found yourself laughing despite the lingering weight in your chest, the absurdity of the game and the sheer joy of the others pulling you into the moment. even as the games switched from spoons to charades to a chaotic attempt at pictionary, the energy in the room never wavered.

soobin surprised everyone with his artistic skills, sketching a near-perfect dolphin in record time, earning cheers and a round of applause as kai dramatically declared him the “reincarnation of michelangelo.”

yeonjun, on the other hand, picked up the marker with a smirk, muttering, “watch and learn.” 

what followed was... indescribable.

random squiggles and crooked shapes filled the board, resembling nothing remotely earthly. taehyun stared at it, his head tilting so far to the side it looked like it might fall off. “is it... a pan? no, wait—a pan with wings? on fire?” kai choked on his drink, wheezing.,“it’s clearly a chicken trying to do push-ups!”

yeonjun threw the marker down dramatically, offended. “it’s a swan! an elegant swan!” the room erupted into chaos as taehyun deadpanned, “if that’s a swan, then i’m a toaster.”

yeonjun then glared at him. “you wouldn’t know art if it hit you in the face.” soobin clapped him on the back, barely containing his laughter. “don’t worry, i think picasso started somewhere like this too.”

to regain his dignity, yeonjun took charge during charades, his exaggerated gestures and deadpan expressions turning even the most mundane prompts into comedic gold. when it was your turn, everyone gave you an encouraging pat on the back, and though your performance was awkward at best, the others cheered you on like you were a professional.

as the hours stretched on, the room seemed to glow with an easy warmth. the day’s earlier tensions felt like a distant memory, replaced by the gentle buzz of bliss. you caught yourself smiling more than once, the sound of laughter ringing in your ears like a comforting melody.

despite everything, despite the heaviness that still lingered in your heart, this moment felt like a reminder that not all was lost. the people around you—your friends—had a way of grounding you, of bringing you back to the surface even when you felt like you were drowning. and for that, you were grateful.

still, as the games wound down and the group began to drift into quieter conversations, your thoughts inevitably wandered back to beomgyu. you couldn’t help but wonder if he could hear the laughter from your shared room, if he was thinking about joining you—or if he was still lost in whatever thoughts had kept him away.

eventually, once the games finally wounded down and the house was filled with yawns and stretching arms, everyone decided it was time to get some much-needed shut-eye. the lingering laughter and teasing from earlier still echoed faintly in the air as they began to disperse, each making their way to the bathrooms to wash up before heading to their respective rooms.

you stood near the hallway, your gaze flickering towards the door leading to your shared room with beomgyu. your fingers fidgeted at your sides, hesitation written all over your face. the thought of facing him after everything earlier made your chest tighten, and no amount of deep breathing seemed to help. 

you were so lost in your thoughts that you barely noticed kai approaching, his ever-observant gaze soft but curious.

“hey,” he called gently, pulling your attention back to him. his smile was small, but it held the warmth that only kai could muster after such a long day. “everything okay?”

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, though it wasn’t very convincing. kai raised an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly as he looked toward the hallway and then back at you.

“if it’s... you know, about beomgyu,” he began carefully, scratching the back of his head, “you don’t have to worry about it tonight. if you’re not ready to go back to the room, you can crash with me for now.”

your eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his offer. “kai, it’s really not—”

he cut you off with a wave of his hand. “seriously, it’s no big deal. we can build a pillow fortress or something if that makes you feel better.” his attempt at lightening the mood made you chuckle softly, though the weight in your chest didn’t fully lift.

“are you sure?” you asked hesitantly, glancing back towards the door again.

kai smiled reassuringly, his tone gentle. “absolutely. i get it. you both need time, and that’s okay. plus, i’m great company—so, win-win.”

his easy demeanor brought you some comfort, and you finally gave him a small nod. “thank you, kai. really.” you said softly, feeling a small wave of relief wash over you.

“of course,” he replied, already starting toward his room. “come on, i’ll even let you pick the good side of the bed. just don’t hog the blanket.”

you couldn’t help but laugh lightly as you followed him, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly with every step. 

you and kai finally settled into the bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. he was already settling in, pulling the blanket over himself with a satisfied hum, then exchanged quiet goodnights before turning off the lights. the atmosphere was cozy, and kai, ever the optimist, was out like a light almost immediately, his soft, steady breathing filling the silence.

but you? sleep was a distant, unreachable thing. you tried everything—counting sheep, imagining the soft, fluffy creatures hopping over a fence in a rhythm that should’ve lulled you to sleep. you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing yourself to fall asleep the way you had done countless times before. but nothing. the tension in your muscles only grew, each passing minute reminding you of the nagging feeling in your chest.

beomgyu’s face flashed in your mind, his absence from dinner, his silence, the distance between you two growing with each passing moment. the memory of him standing by the bed, his back to you, unwilling to look at you—it all swirled in your mind, gnawing at you. why couldn’t you just get a moment of peace?

the clock on the bedside table ticked on, the minutes slipping by like sand through your fingers. finally, with a frustrated sigh, you threw the blanket off and sat up. you glanced at kai, whose steady breathing confirmed that he was already in deep sleep. he looked peaceful, and you envied him for it.

you didn’t want to wake him, so you slipped out of bed as quietly as you could, your bare feet making no sound on the cool wooden floor. the hallway stretched before you in the dim light, but your mind was focused solely on the beach, on the calming waves that might help settle the restlessness inside you. without a second thought, you crept toward the door, pulling it open with just enough force to make it creak slightly, before stepping into the hallway.

the cool night air hit your skin as you made your way down the stairs, the house silent except for the occasional sound of the waves crashing against the shore. it felt like you were walking through a dream—disconnected, lost in the quiet hum of your own thoughts. your bare feet padded lightly across the floor as you headed toward the back door, eager to breathe in the fresh night air and clear your mind.

what you didn’t notice, though, was the door to your shared room, slightly ajar.

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the cool night air whipped against your face as you walked along the shore, the vastness of the ocean stretching endlessly before you. each step you took in the sand felt heavier, weighed down by the swirling thoughts in your mind. the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore barely registered in your ears—everything felt distant, detached, as if you were moving through a dream that refused to let you wake up.

the cold water occasionally kissed your feet, sending a small shock up your legs, but it did nothing to calm the storm within you. your mind raced through everything that had happened. you replayed beomgyu’s face over and over in your head, the way he had looked past you earlier, the silence that had screamed louder than any words.

you remembered the conversation you once had with him, how he had playfully mentioned walking along the beach together, hand in hand, feeling the cool breeze against your faces as you admired the view together. it felt like a lifetime ago, a dream that might never come true now. and as the waves gently lapped at your feet, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever get to experience that with him again.

if only you hadn't messed things up. you could’ve been there beside him, laughing, talking, enjoying the day like you once did. the thought gnawed at you—how you could have just kept things normal, kept things easy. but now, you were here, walking alone under the starry sky, your heart feeling as empty as the space between you and him.

the guilt was suffocating. the frustration was unbearable. and yet, you had the audacity to have fun earlier, to laugh with the others, to pretend that everything was fine when you knew it wasn’t. it was almost sickening, the way you'd managed to distract yourself from the tension that had been building all day, as though you could bury it beneath everything else.

another sigh left your lips, bitter and resigned, as you turned to head back. you didn't know what you were hoping for, but the weight in your chest seemed too heavy to carry any longer.

but just as you took a step, something stopped you. a figure in the distance, standing in the shadows of the night, caught your eye. your heart skipped a beat, and the air in your lungs caught as you realized who it was.

beomgyu.

the moonlight bathed the beach in a soft, silvery glow, casting long shadows across the sand as you stood frozen in place. your heart thudded in your chest, louder than the waves crashing against the shore, as you stared at him. his form was barely a silhouette in the dim light, but the recognition hit you instantly.

he stood there, watching you. his eyes were soft yet conflicted, as though they held a thousand unspoken words—words that had been swallowed by the silence between you two.

beomgyu’s expression was a mix of everything—sadness, guilt, confusion, but there was something else there too, something you couldn’t quite place but felt deep in your gut. maybe it was love, buried beneath all the layers of hurt and hesitation. it made your chest ache.

the two of you stood still, separated by more than just distance, both rooted to the spot as if frozen by the weight of the moment. the space between you felt impossibly vast, like a chasm that neither of you could cross, yet neither of you was ready to leave either. you could feel your pulse in your throat, each beat a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between you, but also of the connection that still lingered, fragile and delicate, like the threads of a half-forgotten dream.

your throat tightened, your eyes threatening to spill over with emotions you couldn’t name, let alone express. you wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but no words came. all you could do was stand there, lost in the storm of your own feelings, wondering if he felt the same.

beomgyu shifted slightly, his gaze dropping for a moment as he seemed to gather himself, but then his eyes lifted to meet yours again, filled with vulnerability and something deeper. you could see it in the way his shoulders were slumped, the way he stood slightly apart from you—he was trying to give you space, but it was clear he wasn’t sure how to bridge the gap.

eventually, it was beomgyu who slowly walked closer, his steps slow but certain, each one pulling him closer to you like a magnetic force, and with every inch of distance closed, your heart seemed to pound harder. it was like the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you standing there in the quiet, still night. the gentle crash of the waves against the shore was the only sound, a calming contrast to the rapid thrum of your heartbeat.

you stood there, frozen, eyes locked on him, unable to tear your gaze away. his face was unreadable, but the tension in his posture told you everything you needed to know. every muscle in his body seemed tight, coiled with the same uncertainty and pain that was flooding your own chest. his eyes, too, seemed to carry a weight, a depth of feeling that you could never fully understand in this moment, but you could feel it, nonetheless.

as he came closer, the space between you shrunk, and despite the pull in your chest, you couldn't bring yourself to move. your breath hitched as he finally stopped in front of you, so close that you could feel the warmth of his presence, the closeness that you had once craved and now feared. the silence stretched, thick and heavy between you both, each of you grappling with the unspoken words that hovered in the air.

then, it happened. the sting in your eyes, the sharp prickle of tears that had been threatening to fall since the moment you realized what had happened between you two—it seemed to break something inside of beomgyu. his expression faltered just slightly, his brow furrowing as his gaze softened with what you could only describe as regret.

without a word, he slowly brought his hands up to cradle your face, his touch gentle and tentative, as if afraid you might shatter under his fingertips. the warmth of his hands against your skin was a stark contrast to the cold night air, grounding you in this moment.

the contact was the final straw. the dam you had been holding back for so long finally broke, and you couldn't hold it in any longer. a sob escaped your lips, raw and unrestrained, as the tears you've been holding back for so long finally spilled over. your body trembled with the force of your emotions, and you leaned into his touch, seeking comfort in the only place you felt safe.

beomgyu's heart ached at the sight of your tears, his own emotions mirroring yours. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, offering the warmth and solace you so desperately needed. his voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, his words laced with guilt and sorrow.

“i... i’m so sorry,” he stuttered, his voice breaking on the words, his lips trembling. “god, i… i didn’t mean to hurt you. i don’t know what happened to me. i... i just—i let everything get to me, and i took it out on you... and you didn’t deserve that. you didn’t deserve any of it.”

his breath was shaky, his words coming in broken, gasping bursts, like he was choking on his own guilt. “i-i shouldn’t have snapped at you over something so stupid... over your bag... and the keys... i’m an idiot. it was... it was nothing, but i made it everything, and you—you didn’t deserve that. you were just... just trying to help me, and i... i just pushed you away... i never should’ve done that.”

his hands tightened on your face, like he was trying to ground himself in you, as if he could somehow make the broken pieces of this moment come back together if he just held on tight enough. 

“i... i shouldn’t have ignored you. you tried... you tried to talk to me, to fix things, and i just... i just shut you out. i made you feel like you weren’t worth talking to. i’m so sorry. i don’t even know what was going on in my head... i don’t know why i thought... i thought i could just pretend it didn’t matter... but it does. it all matters... you matter. so, so much. i’m sorry...” his voice cracked on the last word, the sorrow in his eyes so evident that it seemed to drown everything else out.

he swallowed thickly, and for a moment, he was quiet, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his breaths. his fingers trembled where they still rested on your face, as though he was afraid you might pull away, afraid of how much he’d already messed up. when he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper, like he couldn’t bring himself to say it any louder for fear of the truth becoming too real.

“when you hurt yourself... i... i didn’t even think to check on you. i should’ve been the first one to run to you, to help you, but i didn’t. i didn’t do anything. i just stood there. i-i don’t even know what was wrong with me.”

his eyes shut tight, like the guilt was physically overwhelming him, and he bowed his head, his shoulders trembling. “i... i just let you down. again and again. i don’t... i don’t deserve your forgiveness. i... i don’t even deserve to stand here and tell you this, but i… i apologize. i... i need you to know how deeply sorry i am.”

he lifted his head then, his eyes full of unshed tears that he refused to let fall, as if letting them go would make him even more broken than he already felt. “please, just... please believe me. i swear... i swear i’ll spend every day showing you how sorry i am. i’ll do whatever it takes... i just want you to know how much you mean to me. you’re the most important person in my life. and i... i don’t want to lose you over something so stupid. please, please don’t let me lose you...”

his words came out in broken, frantic sobs, the sincerity of his apology almost making him seem fragile, as though this was the one thing he could never take back, and the weight of it was crushing him.

it felt like an eternity before you could finally move, but when you did, it was instinctual. your hands slowly reached up, and without thinking, you cupped his face, your palms warm against his cool skin. the touch was soft, tender, but it was enough to make him tremble more. he flinched at first, like he didn’t deserve to be touched by you, but then his eyes met yours, wide and vulnerable, as if he were searching for something—some reassurance, some sign that everything would be okay.

his breath hitched, and that was when the he broke. beomgyu’s tears finally came, slipping down his cheeks like a silent waterfall, each drop a reflection of all the pain and regret he had been carrying inside. the sight of him, so raw and fragile, made your chest tighten, and despite the tears that still clung to your own lashes, you couldn’t help but giggle softly, through your hiccups and sobs.

“took you long enough,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your words coming out between sobs. “you really are so stubborn, beomgyu...”

he was shaking now, his body wracked with sobs that he couldn’t hold back any longer, and even though the tears clouded his eyes, he managed to offer a weak, teary smile in return. it was bittersweet, like he was relieved, but still crushed by the weight of everything.

you couldn’t help but chuckle softly through your tears. “you know, you still look so pretty even when you’re crying,” you said between sniffs, the words slipping out before you could stop them. it was a little joke, a way to break the tension, to make everything feel just a little less broken in this moment.

he laughed softly, though it was shaky and unsure, and for a fleeting second, it almost felt like the world wasn’t heavy anymore. his eyes softened as he leaned into your touch, pressing his cheeks gently against your palms.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispered again, his voice still thick with emotion but softer now, like he was slowly coming back to himself, like your presence was pulling him back from the edge of his despair. his words hung in the air, raw and broken, and before you could process them fully, beomgyu moved.

in one swift motion, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him with a desperation that left no room for hesitation. the force of his embrace made you stumble slightly, but you quickly steadied yourself, your hands instinctively finding their place against his back.

his body was tense at first, his arms gripping you tightly as though he was afraid you might slip away if he loosened his hold even slightly. but then, you felt it—the moment his resolve crumbled. his body sagged against yours, melting into your touch like he’d been holding himself together by a thread, and it had finally snapped.

he buried his face into your shoulder, his breaths shallow and uneven as they fanned against your skin. the warmth of his tears soaked through the fabric of your shirt, but you didn’t care. his trembling shoulders and the way his fingers dug gently into your back spoke louder than any words could.

neither of you said anything, the silence broken only by the rhythmic crash of the waves and the unsteady sound of his breathing. his arms tightened around you, clutching you like you were the only thing tethering him to reality, and your heart ached at how fragile he felt in your grasp.

you brought your hands up to his back, letting them move in slow, soothing motions, as if you could calm the storm raging inside him. “it’s okay,” you whispered softly, though your own voice wavered under the weight of your emotions.

“it’s not,” he choked out, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “it’s not okay. i don’t deserve you… i don’t…” his voice cracked, breaking into a soft sob that shook his entire frame.

“shh,” you murmured, your fingers threading gently into his hair, trying to comfort him even as your own tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes.

he clung to you for what felt like an eternity, the world fading away until it was just the two of you standing there in the quiet night. eventually, his trembling subsided, though his grip on you remained firm, as if letting go was something he wasn’t ready to face.

when he finally pulled back, it was slow and reluctant, his arms lingering around you as if to reassure himself that you were still there. his eyes, red-rimmed and glossy with unshed tears, met yours, and the sight made your chest tighten all over again.

finally, you spoke, your voice soft but steady. “gyu,” you called gently, drawing his red-rimmed eyes up to meet yours. “do you swear to never do this again? to never shut me out like that?”

his lips quivered, and his brows furrowed as fresh tears gathered in his eyes. “i swear,” he choked out, his voice cracking with emotion. “i’ll never do it again. never. i promise... i swear on everything. i’ll never hurt you like this again. please... please believe me.”

his words were frantic, tumbling out in a desperate rush as he sobbed, shaking his head like he was trying to shake off the memory of his own mistakes. you let his words settle in the air, watching him closely, his sincerity shining through the tears streaming down his face.

then, after a beat, you offered him a small, watery smile. “then... will you walk the beach with me and collect seashells?”

his sobs hitched, and for a moment, he stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. his lips parted slightly, his expression shifting into something softer, something almost hopeful. he sniffled, his tears still falling, but he nodded quickly, like he was scared you’d take the offer back if he didn’t respond fast enough.

“y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice cracking as he sniffed again, wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “i... i’ll walk with you. we can collect seashells. whatever you want. anything you want.”

his earnestness, the way he nodded so quickly despite his tears, made your smile grow a little, even as your own tears still clung to your lashes. in that moment, the weight in your chest seemed to ease, like a knot slowly unraveling with each shaky breath the two of you shared.

you wiped at your cheeks, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips as the corners of his mouth twitched upward, his sniffles softening into something that almost resembled relief. for the first time all day, the tension between you felt lighter—fragile, yes, but no longer suffocating.

and as you reached out, your fingers brushing gently against his arm before slipping down to take his hand, you felt the faintest squeeze in return, like he was anchoring himself to you. together, you could face whatever came next, one step at a time. for now, though, the promise of seashells and the gentle rhythm of the waves felt like the perfect place to begin.

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[crazybutgood]

Hello and happy Feb! I'm back with another desi songs playlist for @hdcandyheartsfest 2023's prompts! Thank you to the lovely @curlyy-hair-dont-care for your help and encouragement with this 💞 "Love" and "beautiful" have been combined to mean endearments, and I've used one song to fill both those in based on that! So I've included two songs for "nap" instead. Above is the link to the playlist,, it's a mix of old and new ones. I've just listed in order of prompts by day, feel free to shuffle and/or skip as you like! Prompts to corresponding songs under the cut:

Second date - accha to hum chalte hain

Sweet treats - gal mithi mithi bol

Handmade - maine tere liye hi

Bouquet - baaghon mein bahaar hai

Charm me - ishq ne tere ishq mein

Bakery - Afghan jalebi

Mementos - tasveer teri dil mein

Amortentia - shokhiyon mein ghola jaaye

"Love" and 27. "Beautiful" - Mundiya

Pink - Gulaabo

Come over - Neray neray vas

Pillow - Tu chahiye

I miss you - Jab chali thandi hawa

Valentine's card - kora kagaz tha yeh mann mera

Yearning - Pasoori

Love language - dil diyan gallan

Happy tears - aaoge jab tum

Nap - Raat kali ek khwaab mein aayi and Aaja panchi akela hai

Surprise - Mujhe dard-e-dil ka pata na tha

Coffee date - coffee peetey peetey

Hug - baahon mein chale aao

Strawberries - Lahu munh lag gaya

Home - tere ghar ke saamne

Snail mail - likhe jo khat tujhe

Soft - kabhi neem neem

Meet cute - Naina da kya kasoor

See 9.

Honeymoon - chal kahin door

[yours-drarry]

Sending this love letter to @crazybutgood! Not only is CBG such a phenomenal writer and origami artist, but she's also an incredible friend. When I think of kindness in this fandom, I think of her. She's always willing to beta or help out in any kind, and it's because of people like her that I keep coming back to drarry. All of my love to you, CBG, and thank you for all that you do! 💞

🥺🙌 perfect words to describe someone as kind and talented as @crazybutgood! I can’t imagine this space without her encouraging and uplifting presence; she does so much for creators and her gorgeous origami art, creative reclists and cool playlists always make me smile! You can check cbg’s archive here. Come collect some well-deserved love, my friend!

[poppyseedsphone]

screw it im gonna make a guide to get into hsgtos even tho tons of those exist

FIRST OF ALL… to those of you saying “how do I get into Happy Star’s Guide To Object Shows??”… why is THAT the part you want to get into?? I mean the whole sacriverse is kind of just multiple series all tied together and hsgtos is one of them, but personally I’d call OBS the main one (so far) or even CBG lol.

ANYWAYS. It’s simple. Watch the lore playlist on Sacri’s channel.

I watched the entire playlist all the way thru. So I’ll be ur guide here now.

It starts off with Cooking With Harry. I.. don’t understand the relevance of it. The only things I retained from watching the entirety of Cooking With Harry was that Harry started to get a lil crazy at the end and also if you put the butter in the pot BEFORE returning the strained macaroni then the butter melts faster.

ANYWAYS!!! Calculated Battlegrounds. The lore playlist only has the recaps, and I.. don’t really recommend them. They were too fast paced for me and I ended up missing a lot of important stuff. Watching the full seasons 1 and 2 only takes like 40 minutes, I’d recommend that. If you can’t do it, then just make sure to pay REALLY close attention to the recaps. I still recommend watching the recaps at SOME point since they talk about small things like retcons n stuff.

Battle for Grandma.. technically, you don’t really NEED to watch it. It’s pretty fun though, and you’ll know more about certain characters if you do watch it. But if you’re in such a rush to get into this show then I guess you can skip it, just know that it exists. Go watch it when you have the chance tho lol.

And that’s pretty much it! There’s lots of random videos in the lore playlist that I don’t really understand, but they’re in the big bad lore playlist so they must be important. Most are super short anyways, no harm in watching them. Also before watching I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU I’d personally watch “daft” (not in the lore playlist). It just makes the lore video better lol.

OH there’s also an unlisted video hidden in the description of one of the videos that’s important um. I skipped over it for a long time so you can too I guess lmao. I’ll see if I can find it.

ALSO ALSO!!! The videos in the playlist are not in order of when they were uploaded. They’re put into some sort of timeline, I guess? So you see the story from start to finish (er, present). Just something to keep in mind. Also, even if you’ve already seen all of this stuff, if you didn’t do it via the playlist, I recommend looking at the playlist anyways, so you can see which things are officially considered “lore” and in what order they might’ve occurred. Very often videos will be declared “not canon” but a lot of those are also in the lore playlist so that’s not true. But if it says not canon and it’s not in the lore playlist, then it’s probably fr not canon. Playlist is a good guide.

I’m putting a link to the lore playlist in the source, get watching I want more Obsolete Battle Show fans (Happy Star hogging all the attention smh)

[mrwaylonsmithers]

I’m never prepared for the Tenacious D on my Milo x CBG playlist.....

[parfumery-wiki]

Cowboy Grass (eau de parfum) D.S. & Durga Nose: David Seth Moltz

Playlist

Woods

American sagebrush, flowering white thyme, and prairie switchgrass from the wild western territories. Perfect for robbing banks on horseback.

This is the fragrance that put us on the map in ‘08. A strange combination that used to be made with a homemade tincture of herbs, citrus peels, and flowers. As I was learning how to make perfume, I experimented with many older methods. This helped me to understand the aromatic relationships between plants themselves. There is no better way to learn a skill than to just start doing it. That is the ethos of Cowboy Grass. Though it is strange, it was immediately a hit.

Cowboy Grass is a play of contrasts. The freshness of bergamot with the dustiness of thyme. The medicinal notes of clary sage and basil against the softness of rose otto. And ultimately the dry peanut wood crackle of vetiver against the warm amber of benzoin.

Cowboy Grass evokes the American West.

The landscape is filled with grasses, herbs, and shrubs that were used as medicine, food, and ritual for thousands of years. It is impossible to describe just how big the Wild West is.

When I first drove across the country on tour with a band in college, I remember one plant kept getting all over the front of our van. It was blowing everywhere that year. I found out later it was clary sage. I was shocked to see real tumbleweeds, the Rockies, the deserts, etc.

Clary Sage is at the heart of Cowboy Grass. An herb once used for “fissures of the eye” or some ancient horrific malady, clary sage is pungent, whitish green, fresh and powerful. It can be pulled in many directions. In CBG the green grass notes are expanded upwards towards the top of the fragrance intersecting the rosewood-bergamot’s red woody freshness. The grass effect is modified at the bottom where a rich mapley accord of vetiver and amber reside. The expanse of grasslands almost sacred to an American.

Cowboy Grass is dirty-leathery. Not the warm aristocratic leather of drawing room sofas, but rather the saddles worn and ragged from years of use by riders who transversed the West. Perhaps there’s even a nod to the ashy-oily scent of an antique Colt 45 revolver strapped within the seat. This may be what Mick smells like when he whines out the chorus in "Torn & Frayed" (part of the Stones epic "Exile on Main Street"–a masterpiece of American musical idioms).

Side note. One time an Italian man who is influential in the beauty industry told me that Cowboy Grass smelled nothing of Cowboys.

Top notes: Rosewood, Thyme, Bergamot Heart notes: Sagebrush, Basil, Rose otto Base notes: Vetiver, Grass, Ambergris

[techstartro]

Huawei CBG anunță un nou parteneriat cu Electric Castle

Sub umbrela noii campanii lansate „Explore More of You”, dedicată noilor căști HUAWEI FreeBuds 4i. Huawei Consumer Business Group anunță o nouă colaborare cu Electric Castle, cunoscutul festival de muzică care are loc lângă Cluj-Napoca, pe spectaculosul domeniu al Castelului Banffy. Prin intermediul acestui parteneriat, Huawei împreună cu Electric Castle lansează un playlist de 10 ore. 

Soundtrack of Your Day va avea loc pe data de 22 aprilie

Acesta va fi live pe canalul de YouTube Electric Castle. Playlistul alcătuit de DJ Electric Castle își propune să readucă atmosfera de festival în viețile tuturor, Printr-o zi întreagă de muzică bună care să însoțească activitățile de zi cu zi ale ascultătorilor.

Evenimentul constă într-un livestream de 10 ore, desfășurat între 10:00 și 20:00, cu diferite stiluri de muzică în funcție de momentele zilei. Astfel, playlistul va fi împărțit în patru sesiuni Morning Energy între 10:00 și 13:00. Focus Time între 13:00 și 16:00, Party Workout între 16:00 și 18:00. Dinner with Friends între 18:00 și 20:00, ideale pentru gusturile tuturor.

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În plus, pe lângă această experiență audio revoluționară de 10 ore de muzică neîntreruptă, evenimentul vine cu premii în fiecare oră pentru participanți. Aceștia pot câștiga una dintre cele 10 perechi de HUAWEI FreeBuds 4i, câte o pereche în fiecare oră. Iar tot ce trebuie să facă este să răspundă corect la o întrebare despre specificațiile produsului sau despre muzică. Concursul funcționează pe principiul primul răspuns corect este premiat. Așa că doritorii trebuie să asculte toată ziua livestream-ul, dacă vor să devină posesorii noilor căști wireless. Premiul pus în joc, noile căști HUAWEI FreeBuds 4i, îmbină un design unic și elegant. O autonomie puternică a bateriei, calitate audio premium și tehnologia performantă de anulare activă a zgomotului (ANC) Durata de viață a bateriei este remarcabilă, astfel încât dacă funcția ANC este oprită pot oferi până la 10 ore de redare continuă a muzicii. Read the full article

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[crazybutgood]

Hello and happy Feb! One of the prompts (specifically the 10th one) for @hdcandyheartsfest is playlist, so I made another Bollywood drarry playlist based on the prompts! I'm sorry I tried my best to find one to fit day 3 (blanket fort) but I couldn't, so I included 2 songs for "meaningful gazes". Here's my take on the songs I'd choose,, it's a mix of old and new ones, feel free to shuffle as you like! I've just listed in order of prompts by day. Prompts to corresponding songs under the cut:

1. "Sweetheart" – dholna

2. First date – coffee peetey peetey

4. "Dearest" – o nigaahe mastana

5. Texting – baaton baaton mein (prompt interpreted as 'chatting' for this song)

6. Crush – naina da kya kasoor

7. "Baby" – pehli nazar mein

8. Chocolate – gal mithi mithi

9. Cuddling – baahon mein chale aao

11. "My heart" – chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko

12. Waking up together – Tu Chahiye

13. First kiss – khaabon ke parinday

14. Love letters – pal pal dil ke paas

15. "Darling" – dilbar mere

16. Butterflies – titli

17. Holding hands – mere haath mein

18. Proposal – tenu leke

19. "Sunshine" – Roshan tumhi se duniya

20. Love confession – tera hone laga hoon

21. Slow dance – nazdeekiyan

22. Meaningful gazes – tumne mujhe dekha

22. Mere rashqe qamar

23. "Honey" – suit suit karda (OK my reasoning for this is a bit dumb sorry not sorry but basically there's a bilingual joke about the main character calling his wife honey vs mittho (meaning honey in Hindi) in the movie, and this song has her [and also says 'dedicated to all the honeys' at the start of the video], and gave me drarry vibes with desi Harry, so yes)

24. Blush – o meri sharmeeli

25. "I love you" – I love you

26. Picnic – dil ka bhanwar kare pukaar (I took liberty with this prompt jfjdj. This is one of my favourite love songs, and it happens to be sung when the characters are on a picnic at the Qutub Minaar, so I decided to include it. Personally I can totally see a blushing but pleased Draco at Harry's praise and obvious love for him, as with the characters in this song)

27. "Beloved" – jaaneman jaaneman

28. Forever – Maine kasam li

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The Complete Smart Fitness Watch Arrives with HUAWEI WATCH 2

BARCELONA, Spain, Feb. 28, 2017 /PRNewswire/ --

Huawei Consumer Business Group (CBG) today defined a new category of wearable technology with the HUAWEI WATCH 2. Using the latest research result and developments from technology innovator Huawei, the watch combines the connectivity of a smartphone, the smarter living applications of a premium smartwatch and the detailed performance coaching and tracking of a leading sports tracking device, all in the form of a stylish classical wristwatch.

HUAWEI WATCH 2 inherits the classic design of the original HUAWEI WATCH while introducing new innovations in every category to better empower users' spirit of exploration and help them enjoy an active lifestyle.

The watch will go on sale in Spain, France, Portugal, Italy, Germany and China this March, priced from 329 € depending on the design and features being chosen. It will become available in additional countries including the US, the UK, Russia and Australia from April. For full details on release schedule see notes to editors below.

In a world where technology has become more and more integrated into our lives, the HUAWEI WATCH 2 is a product for those who yearn for the freedom to explore while staying connected, without having to be glued to a smartphone. Powered by the Qualcomm® Snapdragon™ Wear 2100 processor HUAWEI WATCH 2 (4G supported version) has independent connectivity, allowing users to send messages or make calls independently of a mobile phone. It also features compatibility for the latest smart living applications. Featuring support for cellular networks and running on the new Android Wear[TM] 2.0 ensures connectivity for both Android[TM] and iOS users and means the HUAWEI WATCH 2 embodies the spirit of openness and exploration for all.

Independent connectivity to suit your exploration 

With HUAWEI WATCH 2 (4G supported version), users can leave their mobile phone at home and go running, cycling or just exploring while staying connected. Thanks to independent mobile connectivity and a built in GPS chip, users can respond to calls and text messages, use independent apps like Uber, Foursquare and Telegram. The innovative design means that this extra connectivity comes with no sacrifice on quality. VoLTE support and dual-mic noise elimination help ensure a stable and clear telephone experience while the integration of the antennae on the upper watch case for dual 4G, GPS, Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and NFC in the device significantly strengthens connectivity, allowing HUAWEI WATCH 2 to stay compact while ensuring good signal reception.

Besides the SIM version working with mobile network carriers worldwide, the HUAWEI WATCH 2 also provides an eSIM version (available to limited countries).

What's more, some carriers feature a one-number-multi-SIM service. There's no need for a new number, as the watch and your mobile phone can share the same number. Going far beyond being just a partner to a smartphone, the HUAWEI WATCH 2 (4G supported version) provides the flexible connectivity required in a modern active life and gets everything controlled by one hand.

The complete health and exercise partner 

HUAWEI WATCH 2 is also a high specification fitness device that uses multiple sensors with advanced algorithms to provide fitness solutions and make working out more efficient and effective. Built-in smart sensors collect comprehensive data on user activity, including distance, speed, steps, heart rate, heart rate range, calories, gait, route and more.

With one click on the crown HUAWEI WATCH 2 opens the workout App to start training in an instant. Quick start running modes "fat-burning run" and "cardio run" allow runners to start quickly and the watch will guide your speed to stay in the correct heart rate zone. Running with HUAWEI WATCH 2 enables you to get real time guidance including notifications on distance, target completion status and racing heart warning and based on calculated workout plans, HUAWEI WATCH 2 can also dynamically notify you to either accelerate or decelerate to guide you through every stage of your run. With the support of HUAWEI WATCH 2's GPS and heart rate detection system, HUAWEI WATCH 2 measures your VO2max after each run. After a valid run the watch automatically generates a report that advises on recovery time and training effects.

Other supporting elements include the built in GPS that tracks your exercise route. HUAWEI WATCH 2 also allows you to add music to your workout through the Google Play[TM] Music app. Users can download songs, stream music and access their playlists.

Beyond just exercise, HUAWEI WATCH 2 promotes healthy living all day. The Daily Tracking App accurately tracks users' daily steps, record time taken for medium to high intensity exercises, and detect the number of times you stand up after long sedentary periods. All this information is reported via progress bars to encourage a healthier and more active life. Continuous heart rate monitoring tracks your heart rate in the background and reports your heart rate of the last six hours in a curved line. HUAWEI WATCH 2 also measures your Resting Heart Rate, which is recorded in the activity monitor app.  

Chronograph watch design 

The HUAWEI WATCH 2 has a classical wristwatch design that integrates its smart features and sport functions while maintaining a stylish look. Made from sophisticated materials, a dual crown design delivers a premium feel. While honouring the classics, the watch is adaptable to the wearer's personality, with both classical and sporty design options. The high-definition display is customisable with multiple face designs, allowing users quick access to their favourite and most frequently used apps. In addition to a chronograph design, HUAWEI WATCH 2 features a ceramic bezel that provides a fine quality while offering a comfortable wearing experience.

The watch is also designed for comfort and fit during exercise, meaning it is curved to sit perfectly against the wrist. It is smaller and more compact than the previous generation HUAWEI Watch with its parts on one side accounting for 88% of the total area of the watch.

Porsche Design HUAWEI Smartwatch 

Technology innovator Huawei and premium lifestyle brand Porsche Design extend their partnership with the announcement of the new Porsche Design HUAWEI Smartwatch. Complementing the Porsche Design HUAWEI Mate 9, which was launched in November 2016, the product further enriches the user experience. Again, the collaboration brings together the latest innovations in technology with the most functional design, creating an equilibrium of aesthetics and function. It combines the latest activity tracking and fitness management functions with the connectivity and smart technology of a leading smart wearable device. For those who demand style and substance, the Porsche Design HUAWEI Smartwatch delivers professional standard fitness tracking, the latest smart functions and sophisticated design - all from the wrist.

The innovative smart watch is the first ever to be created by Porsche Design and part of a continuous roll out of smart devices, which will be released in the upcoming months.

Richard Yu, CEO of Huawei Consumer Business Group said of the launch: "In today's fragmented information age, the real function of technology is to provide convenience and connectivity without intruding on your daily life. We wanted to make a product that suits those individuals who wish to explore the limits of their own expression, while still being bound by a need to stay connected. With this product there is no need to stay glued to your smartphone. The independent connectivity and smart applications that can be used from your wrist mean you can go for a run or a cycle and leave your phone behind with the freedom of knowing you won't miss an important message.

Health and wellbeing are vital for the modern consumer, but traditional monitoring devices are overly complicated and often get used for a while and then cast aside. We wanted to bring in all the most up to date monitoring technology into a stylish and smart package, making this the tool that doesn't just keep you healthy, it is also stylish and helps make your everyday life easier."

Availability and Accessories  

HUAWEI Watch 2 will be available in more than 20 countries and regions. These include:

Launching in March - Spain, France, Portugal, Italy, Germany, China.

Launching in April - US, UK, Holland, Belgium, Switzerland, Ireland, The Nordics, Thailand, Australia, New Zealand, Russia, India, South Africa, Poland, Austria, Saudi Arabia, Japan, UAE

Launching in May - Malaysia

Contact: Fiona Hughes, Fiona.Hughes@hkstrategies.com, +44(0)207-413-3036

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