#taehyun blurbs

[jishyucks]

off-script ‣ kth

‣ pairing: kang taehyun x reader

‣ genre: slice-of-life, rivals-to-lovers?

‣ wc: 1.4k

‣ summary: When your lifelong rival, Kang Taehyun, decides to confess to you, you're not quite sure how to react

‣ warnings?: nothing really!, sorta dramatic? Or something

‣ an: when you can't find taehyun fics, write one (pls send me some long non-smut taehyun fics I BEG),,, anyways something short and sweet (?) in the midst of the storm (aka the stress of uni),, also off-topic but taehyun's so cute I literally can't no more (｡･･｡)

“What do you mean you kinda like me?”

There’s a rather ugly concoction of emotions in the pit of your stomach: confusion, anger, shock, and a small splash of reciprocation. Because how could you react to your sworn rival confessing his own feelings to you? 

“You’re not supposed to like me,” you say carefully, “You’re supposed to hate me, Kang Taehyun.” You’re desperately searching for words, but your emotions suffocate you. It was almost as if you were drowning in them. You feel betrayed. 

The scene itself was odd. You both are standing outside the school’s gymnasium, the music’s bass shaking its grounds. You can hear your fellow classmates screaming the words of the current song. Once in a while, the disco lights would flash past the door’s windows. You’re wearing the dress you bought with your mom a couple of weeks ago and Taehyun’s also in formal attire. His suit’s jacket was probably sitting on some chair inside. He was only wearing a vest. 

Taehyun’s standing steps away from you, arms limp at his sides and he’s struggling to hold eye contact. Over the past few weeks, he’s been trying to flee this budding crush, denying it from comments that slipped out of his friends’ mouths and trying to wave off thoughts that involved you and his beating heart. But how could he hold his emotions back while you were standing across the room looking so beautiful?

“Say something.” You’re growing impatient. You need an answer out of him or else you’re going to explode into bits. 

“You’re acting as if it’s forbidden for me to have feelings for you,” He says quietly. There’s a hint of hurt in his voice. Taehyun’s eyes flicker between you and his feet, which he felt were screwed into the school’s floor. His heart is beating and pounding against his chest. 

You sigh, “I didn’t say it was forbidden, Taehyun.” You run a hand through your hair, feeling the need to groan, “But… it’s like you’re running off-script! We’ve been at each other’s throats for how long? So long that it should practically be normal for us to hate each other. Why switch up now?”

Your final question echoes through Taehyun’s brain and he’s trying to search for an answer that would make the most sense. 

The real answer: he doesn’t really know. 

Taehyun doesn’t really know why his feelings decided to head in some unpredictable direction. But even so, he digs down into the deepest depths of his mind just to provide you with an answer. He feels like you deserve it. 

Taehyun finally plucks out a single moment and squeezes his eyes shut, “There was this one day a few months ago…” He looks up to see if you’re listening, feeling relief when he finds you looking back at him, “I was already on my way home when I realized that I forgot my notebook for an important exam we had, so I knew I had to run back and grab it, because there was no way I was letting you get higher grades than me.” He lets out a soft chuckle, “When I got back to school, I sprinted to our classroom. I wanted to get in and out because I was starving. But before I entered the classroom, you were there.”

Your ears perk up, curiosity creeping up on you. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” Taehyun continues, “So obviously I was thrown off and I froze. Because what were you doing there alone after school hours? There was practically no one on campus.” He pauses and runs through the events in his head, making sure he doesn’t mix up the sequence, “It sounds creepy but I got nosy and wanted to see what you were up to. You weren’t even doing anything bad. You were just studying.” 

Ah… You can recall that day easily. It was the night before the physics exam.

“It took me a moment, but I realized you were crying,” Taehyun says quietly, “I couldn’t see your face because you had your head down. I only knew you were crying because your shoulders were shaking.” He feels his chest tighten before it releases itself at the memory. “I didn’t know why you were crying. I just knew that you were sad. You looked sad.”

Taehyun makes sure that he isn’t overstepping boundaries. He feels a sense of relief when he sees that you don’t seem to be reacting badly to his story. 

“I wanted to step in and comfort you,” Taehyun continues carefully, “Even if I know we always compete over any possible thing, there was no way I was letting you just… cry alone like that… but before I even got the chance to open the door, you wiped your tears away and you sat up and you said something to yourself. Something like ‘you can do this, you’re smarter than you think.’” 

You watch Taehyun as his eyes search for more words to say. It’s like you can see his brain loading, loading icon and everything. “I don’t get it.” 

Taehyun’s eyes bore into you, “Don’t get what?”

“I asked you what made you realize these feelings for me,” you say, “And it makes no sense that that was the story that did.”

Shaking his head, Taehyun lets out a mix of a huff and a laugh, “That’s not it. That was just the day I realized that I cared about you.”

Your heart does a small somersault in your chest, but you keep yourself composed. This is Kang Taehyun you’re talking to. The Kang Taehyun who you’ve been rivals with for as long as you can remember. Hell, probably even longer than that. You’re heart’s not supposed to flutter over Kang Taehyun. You stay silent.

Taehyun goes digging for a moment in time that fulfilled your request. He’s not sure whether he should tell you a handful of smaller moments or one single significant one. It was like giving you a present. Would you rather receive many smaller presents, or one big, extravagant present? 

“It’s the little things,” Taehyun settles, “You let the younger kids go ahead of you in the lineup for food… you bring extra umbrellas for your friends… when it’s Christmas, you’re the only one who gives the caretakers presents… you go out of your way to help our classmates if they need help because you understand the content that quick…” He can go on and on about the things he’s noticed, but he’s afraid that it’d be too much. 

You gulp. Although it wasn’t odd that Taehyun has noticed your deeds, remembering them is another thing. You’re not sure what to say.

“I can’t control what I feel, Y/N,” Taehyun frowns, “Even if I could, I don’t think I’d be pushing what I feel for you away.” The thought of being with you was something that he had been thinking about ever since this crush started to creep up on him. He didn’t hate it—which genuinely scared him at first. But he’s grown to accept it. If he gets hurt, then he gets hurt.

You don’t move an inch from your spot. You’re afraid to even breathe. But Taehyun was right. Feelings can’t be controlled, not even if you tried. 

“I’m sorry.” Taehyun sighs and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. 

Your brows furrow and you tilt your head in confusion, “Sorry for what?”

“For my feelings,” he replies, “I just needed to let it out. I’m not even asking you for a chance. It was enough for you to listen to what I had to say.” Dumbfounded, you feel one of your feet stutter forward. It’s probably the millionth time you were speechless tonight and all of these times involved Taehyun. You’re placed in a position that made it hard for you to even decide what way to go because, sure, Taehyun has been your rival since elementary. He’s been that itch that simply won’t go away even if you tried to get rid of it. But on the other hand, he’s been the same boy you’ve grown up next to. It didn’t matter what relationship you and he had. You’ve quite literally seen him turn from a boy into a man. You’ve been through a lot together.

“Taehyun… I…”

Did that script even matter anymore? 

No. Probably not. 

[tangerinelovez]

mtl: txt asking for your meal to be remade when made incorrectly at a restaurant

pairing: txt x female-implied reader with dietary restrictions (they've been dating for six months) tw; food allergies, veganism, confrontation, uncomfortable social experience, social anxiety........ also I didn't proofread this so that's a warning itself word count: 2394 disclaimer: This is all fictional and just for entertainment purposes. This is not based on any fact and is just my own interpretations of how I think the members would act if their girlfriend's order was wrong at a restaurant and they had some kind of dietary restriction. note: I did make my decisions based on a combination of factors. I think some members would be very sympathetic about your order being wrong, but may be uncomfortable expressing your concerns to the waiter, leaving you to be the one to voice your dissatisfaction with your meal. On the other hand, some members may be more willing to speak up on your behalf, but may not fully offer the emotional support you may be looking for in this situation.

MOST

Yeonjun -> you can always count on him to speak up for you when your meal isn't right... but you will have to explain to him what's wrong with it

you have been a vegan by choice for a few years, and by this point, you had gotten pretty used to great service and creative food options when going out. Not to mention, you had been pleased to find that being vegan hadn’t deterred nearly as many guys from dating you as everyone had made it sound.

to make a long story short, it had been a while since you’d been faced with a vegan’s worst nightmare: an inedible pool of steaming hot vegan cheese falling off the edge of your pizza slice in rivulets while on a rare night out with your boyfriend. on the bright side, he would be quick to fix the issue, hating to see you so sad and disappointed with your meal while he's enjoying his own so much. he'd drop his own slice of pizza, and his brows would furrow as you explain why your vegan pizza was not made correctly, and he'd nod attentively, eyes wide as he listens. he'd reassure you that he'd handle it for you and then flag down the waiter, politely explaining why your pizza isn't correct as it appeared to be drowning in a river of non-dairy cheese instead of the typical sprinkle you'd come to expect when eating at this restaurant. when the second pizza comes out, he'd study it and your face closely, and lean in and assertively ask if he needs to go talk to the kitchen himself, or if it looks right for you this time. part of you wonders how he can't seem to fully recognize this pizza looks entirely different than the first one that had been swimming in rivulets of cheese, but he's so cute and concerned, you hold down your urge to point out just how different the two pizzas look from each other.

when you smile and reassure him the dough looks cooked thoroughly and there's an appropriate amount of vegan cheese and the correct toppings, he'd let out a big sigh of relief and pick up his own forgotten slice, saying he doesn't mind eating his pizza cold as long as it means he can share a nice meal with you and shooting you a wink as he takes a bite. a bizarre expression crosses his face suddenly, prompting you to ask what is it before he says we're getting ice cream after this right? and you nod, loving how his mind is always on food, even when eating.

let me look up the best vegan ice cream around here then... he says, pulling out his samsung as he wipes his face.

you're always eating some fruit pop at the place we normally go to, and I know you say you like it... but you deserve ice cream tonight. you laugh, finding it amusing how he seems to be more impacted by all of this than you are, but smile as you eat your well-crafted pizza, feeling lucky to have found a man who is eager to keep you fed and happy. Taehyun -> your attentive and observant boyfriend will always do what it takes to make you happy, even if he doesn't fully get the "vegan" thing as soon as your order hit the table, terry noticed that your face didn't light up as it normally does when the two of you go out for tacos. why the long face baby? he'd say, leaning in over the booth. you'd hesitate, feeling a little apprehensive about bringing up your concerns. You don't really like inconveniencing others over your dietary restrictions, and try to not make a big deal of them.

as you tell terry your order is wrong and why, he nods in understanding, but hesitates before saying baby... can't you just eat it this one time? I just don't get why you wont have the real thing sometimes... it's much healthier than that fake meat...

you sigh, shaking your head slightly, a slightly amused smile on your face. your gym bro boyfriend still maintained a slight skepticism towards your diet even after all these months of dating. you know i'm vegan for reasons other than just health reasons, terry.

he nods and reaches for your hand across the table, an earnest look in his eyes. you know I don't mind that you're vegan, (y/n). let me ask them for your fake meat and fake cheese tacos.

he raises his free hand to signal the waiter back over, and calmly explains that you need the tacos remade without dairy and with the vegan meat crumbles. he smiles widely as the waiter apologizes and offers to discount your bill, apologizing profusely for the mistake.

when the remade tacos arrive, terry inspects them heavily, even offering to take a bite to ensure it's not real meat and cheese on these, as well. you can feel yourself fall in love even more when his eyes widen in amazement after he takes a bite and says, it's definitely vegan, but wow, it's good... maybe next time you can convince him to share some vegan appetizers and entrees. Beomgyu -> he teases. a lot. but at the end of the day, he would do anything for you if you really needed him to yeah I mean they definitely have a couple options for you here, right? your boyfriend of six months had asked on the way to the ramen restaurant he had recently taken a liking to. you had bitten your lip, unsure if your dietary restrictions would really be accommodated here. due to some health reasons, you were unable to eat gluten or dairy. taking into account your other allergies, it could often make eating somewhere feel impossible. now that the steaming bowl was in front of you, it was clear that your concerns had been valid. you watch beomgyu carefully eat some of his own ramen for a few seconds before sighing softly, prompting him to look up from his bowl and to your blank expression and untouched food. Is something wrong with yours? he asks after swallowing his soup. you nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. it had been a really long day, and you had just wanted to eat something that sounded good without worrying about all of your restrictions and allergies, but now that it was in front of you, and you could see just how much gluten, soy, and sesame was in the ramen, you knew you could not eat it.

he quirks his brow. ah, is today a day you spontaneously care about your diet again?

you feel heat rush into your face, knowing he's just kidding, but feeling embarrassed and not wanting to be an inconvenience all the same. hey, i didn't realize they'd put so many huge chunks of tofu in here... It didn't list tofu as an ingredient in here... and there's so much soy sauce already in the broth... not to mention, sesame seeds randomly in here...

you move your spoon around sadly, not feeling like making a scene at the small family-owned ramen restaurant. I'm pretty sure my noodles aren't gluten-free either... you sigh. I can't eat this, gyu. he looks up from his meal to look at you and your bowl again. ok... he says, looking over to the kitchen before looking at you again. do you want a new one or something?

you look down with a slight shrug.

he looks at you blankly for a few seconds as he stirs his ramen before saying ...do you want me to tell them you need a new one?

you sheepishly nod and he scoffs. alright, i'll tell them my girlfriend decided to take her allergies seriously today, and to please take that into account when remaking the bowl.

he raises a hand and furiously waves it around to get your waiter's attention.

anything for you, you big old karen. i'll make sure you get the best gluten-free, soy-free, everything-good-free ramen they have here. and maybe even get us a discount! he loves to be dramatic... but at the end of the day, he will always step up when it really matters to you.

Soobin -> he loves making you vegan food at home, but can get a bit embarrassed in restaurants soobin loved to cook for you at home or take you to familiar restaurants, but sometimes, for special occasions, he would try to take you somewhere new and exciting that seemed to be getting good reviews as a date night spot online. normally, he would double and triple check to ensure there were vegan options, or at the very least, vegetarian options that could be made vegan, but he had told you tonight's restaurant was a bit of a gamble... and the overly cheesy burger in front of you seemed to be indicating a loss. are you sure you can't just... eat around it? soobin's wide eyes stare into yours as he makes the suggestion.

I mean, it's baked in... you take the bun off of your burger to show your boyfriend how the veggie burger appears to have real cheese and breadcrumbs baked into the patty.

both food items you could not have as a vegan. I mean... the waiter wrote down no cheese or breadcrumbs on this veggie burger. i'm sure it's just vegan cheese... he says, looking down at his own burger with a quick glance before looking back up at you.

just eat your burger, soobin. you say with a smile, not wanting him to go hungry just because you can't eat your meal. he shakes his head quickly, taking a sip of his cola. no, no... it doesn't feel right for you to just sit and watch me eat... you smile as you see his ears start to get a bit red. you look at him reassuringly with a smile. soob, come on. it's fine. i'll just ask them for a new one. you move to raise your hand, getting ready to deal with the awkward confrontation with the waiter before soobin puts his hand on top of yours.

no... we're out tonight to celebrate six months of you being my girlfriend. I... I can ask them to remake this burger but without the cheese or breadcrumbs like they said they could do for you. besides... I know how stressed you've been with your semester starting.

your heart skips a beat as soobin takes a deep breath and raises his hand, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he looks around the restaurant for your waiter. you really didn't mind speaking up for yourself, it was part of being a vegan, but it really warmed your heart to see soobin doing something for you even though it made him uncomfortable.

and when he quietly and politely explained the error to the waiter, you couldn't help but be endeared by his good manners and appreciation not only for you, but for service workers.

the waiter apologized profusely for bringing a vegetarian burger instead of vegan burger to the table, heavily discounted your meal, and even offered a complimentary dessert. to which soobin inquired, are any of your desserts dairy-free?

when the answer was no, he smiled cheekily and said the two of you were fine on desserts then, which confused you until a few hours later, when you entered his apartment and noticed a table full of intricately-decorated cookies, that he assures you are vegan.

your mouth can't help but fall open in shock over the pile of handmade cookies to which soobin cheekily says, why are you so surprised? his sudden confidence charming you even more. Kai -> he feels terribly that you can't eat your meal... but the best he can do is offer emotional support and advice when your pita comes out to the table in a tray with checkered paper, it is just filled to the brim with olives. though you're not one of those people who is super picky, you have to admit you've always had a massive aversion to olives.

though you'd normally just opt to pick the olives out of the pita, there are so many throughout it, in addition to pepperoncini and copious amounts of greek dressing... in all honesty, the whole pita just has to go. it's so soggy and poorly wrapped, you really don't know how you'd even manage to eat it. you look across the table to your boyfriend, shocked to find he is nearly done with his own pita. you watch him eat for a few seconds, amused by how absorbed he is in the flavors of the pita, before he finally fishes his and almost seems to come back to earth, looking at you with a stunned expression. (y/n), is something wrong? does your stomach hurt? you shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed over the fact you can't just suck it up and eat the soggy and overloaded-with-olives pita.

oh... it's just... this is really soggy. i'm not even sure I could pick it up without it falling apart. and it's filled with olives. he sucks his teeth, soft eyes looking at you with concern. oh no! maybe you can just use a fork and knife? you furrow your brows, knowing the flaws with the pita go beyond its structural weakness. It's also just full of olives and pepperoncini... I can't really eat this... kai looks around awkwardly, pulling on the strings of his hoodie before suddenly his face lights up and he eagerly offers a solution.

how about you order something else, and i'll just eat this one?

your eyes widen at his suggestion, and you can't help but laugh. but... you don't really like olives either? and it's so messy?

he shakes his head, already pulling your soggy pita towards himself. I don't mind eating it... and just ask the waiter for the menu again and order something else... I don't want to ask them to remake anything...

you laugh as you watch him pick up a fork and knife to eat the offending pita, and catch eyes with the waiter from across the restaurant to signal him to come back to the table. at least nights out with kai always have you laughing.

LEAST

[s-uwu-binie]

❥ bf!txt's reaction to you falling asleep on another member's shoulder ੈ♡˳

➻ txt x gn!reader

➻ genre: all things fluffy <3

➻ the one where they get pouty and clingy over who gets to be your headrest, just really really whipped boys again

➻ requested by @mywonie, i hope you like it bubs ^^

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

mans is a tad bit possessive of you (in the healthy way ofc, baes), which is something you already knew early on in the relationship. but it wasn’t your fault you were so sleepy to not notice the difference on which shoulders was your boyfriend’s. in the end, you ended up laying your head on soobin’s stiff shoulder, him already giving nervous side glances to yeonjun’s hooded gaze. he nearly jumped out of his seat from the eldest’s unrelenting stare.

safe to say yeonjun’s hand is draped on your thigh the whole time, only budging when he notices the immense stiffness in soobin’s poor shoulders. yeonjun takes it upon himself to carefully transfer your position from soobin to his. the smirk he tries to hold back becomes even more difficult to suppress once you snuggle into his firm chest, searching for his familiar warmth with an incoherent murmur. 

his hand would reach up to stroke your hair, his lips naturally curled to a pouty smile, “did you sleep well, baby?”

the first thing he’d do when you open your eyes is to either tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear if it’s long enough or to childishly boop your nose, finding you absolutely adorable.

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡

with soobin, i feel as though he would be fine with it. he trusts his members with you, and vice versa. there would be a twinge of jealousy slowly brewing inside him, but it’s barely even there when he notices your peaceful form slumped over beomgyu. the whole ride would be filled with beomgyu teasing soobin, as expected from choi beomgyu himself. the trickster pulls out his phone and opens the group chat immediately, texting soobin how he’s missing out on being your personal headrest.

let’s just say soobin is not impressed in the duration of the whole ride. i can imagine he’d be sporting a slight pout on his face, dimples making an appearance. his arms are crossed and eyes staring holes at beomgyu’s head. the others take this moment to take snapshots of his mini sulking session, all sending it to you when you wake up later on (all which you save in an album dedicated to soobin <3). 

trust that soobin won’t let you go once you all reach your destination, his massive hands cupping your cheeks to gently wake you up from your nap. 

“you can rest on my shoulder on the way back, angel.” he says, sending the other choi a nasty look as he does so, fingers intertwined with yours.

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗕𝗘𝗢𝗠𝗚𝗬𝗨

whiney. let me tell you that. he’d complain so much to the point of almost waking you up from your sleep, earning him a pointed look from taehyun (telling him to shut up to avoid disturbing your rest), whose shoulder you were leaning on. beomgyu effectively quiets down for the next few hours because of this. but don’t get it wrong, he’s still plenty whiney about it, albeit silently. beomgyu would play with the hem on his shirt, wiggle his feet in boredom as he waits impatiently for you to rouse from your nap.

i bet he would be dying on the inside tho, like?? he was right there, yet you still managed to sleep on taehyun. you better prepare for the endless rambling you will face by the time you wake up, because he will not shut up i swear. he would be clinging to your arm, chin resting on your shoulder with him talking your ear out about how much he wanted to cuddle with you the whole time. 

he definitely would poke fun at you tho. he’d softly trace your lips with his thumb, “you got some drool here, baby.”

beomgyu’s clearly bluffing, but he’d really do just about anything just to see you scramble your hands up to your face as he stares at you with a boyish smile on his handsome face.

𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡

now this man right here, this guy is soft and tender when it comes to you. yep, he may be pretty rough with the others but never with you. taehyun would be totally chill about it actually. the moment your head rested on kai’s shoulder, he did nothing but smile at the two of you. all he cares about is you’re getting the sleep you need. plus, he trusts the members with you a whole lot, and vice versa. and the fact that you’re comfortable enough to sleep around them brings genuine joy in taehyun's heart, only proving that you are already a part of their little family.

i imagine taehyun wearing a cute grin on his face, observing how kai gently adjusts your position on his stature. just a couple of best friends ensuring that you’re comfortable and all. i also feel like taehyun would sneak photos of you, then set it as his wallpaper. he’s that chill about it. 

you would be surprised when taehyun wakes you up by kissing your forehead, lips pecking in a feather-like motion. 

“did you have a good sleep?” he’d keep pecking you on your crown, “i bet you did.”

𝗛𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗞𝗔𝗜

gentle giant. that’s what he is to you. i feel he is another one who is chill about it, but he is slightly more clingy than taehyun. he’d pull a pout when you snuggle into yeonjun’s warmth, but he doesn’t say anything about it. he just stares lovingly at your sleepy face, when he’s supposed to be putting on a pouty front. what i can see happening is that kai would surely bring one of his precious plushies. he’d place them in your lap, just so you can have something to hold onto or cuddle with while you slept on yeonjun’s broad shoulder.

hyuka would be so cute about this too :((( he’d be all smiley and giggly about it, completely disregarding the fact that you’re resting on yeonjun the entire time. his undivided attention is all on you now, eyes trailing on how adorable your scrunched brows and squished cheeks are at this moment. 

“you’re so cute like this,” he’d coo at you. “i could just kiss you right now.”

you’d be left hiding behind the fluffy plushie in your hands by the end of it.

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 © 𝘀-𝘂𝘄𝘂-𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗲

[bluhourz]

Can you do txt dating plus size girl who is insecure?

of course! i did it for yeonjun, hope you like it :)

requests are still open!

when you are feeling insecure

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It had been one of those days where the mirror seemed crueler than usual, where every glance at your reflection magnified the things you wished you could change. Normally, Yeonjun’s love and attention made you forget about these insecurities, but today, the doubt crept in anyway.

You sat on the couch with your knees pulled up to your chest, a blanket wrapped tightly around you like armor. The TV was on, playing a show you weren’t really watching, just filling the silence. Yeonjun walked in, his hair still damp from the shower, his casual sweatshirt and joggers making him look effortlessly handsome. He noticed your withdrawn posture immediately.

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice soft as he crossed the room and sat down beside you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you replied too quickly, not looking at him.

Yeonjun wasn’t fooled. “Come on, you know I can tell when something’s up.” He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, but you subtly leaned away, pretending to adjust the blanket.

That small action didn’t go unnoticed. He froze for a second, his hand dropping back to his lap. His brows furrowed, worry etched into his features. “You’ve been avoiding me all day,” he said gently. “Did I do something? Please tell me if I did.”

“No, Jun, it’s not you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then it’s something about you.” His voice softened even more, and he leaned in closer, his gaze full of concern. “Talk to me, please. Whatever it is, I want to help.”

You hesitated, staring at your hands. You hated burdening him with your insecurities, but Yeonjun was so patient, his unwavering attention making it impossible to keep it all bottled up.

“I just… I don’t feel good about myself today,” you admitted finally.

He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue.

“I feel like I’m too much,” you said, your voice trembling. “Too big," you said while tugging the blanket closer around you, "too loud, too... everything. And I don’t understand how someone like you could want someone like me. It doesn’t make any sense, and sometimes I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Yeonjun’s heart shattered at your words. Without hesitation, he slid off the couch, kneeling in front of you so he could look into your eyes. “Y/N,” he began, his voice steady and full of conviction, “I need you to hear me, okay? You are not too much. Not even close. You’re everything I could ever want and more.”

You tried to blink back the tears, but they spilled over anyway. “It’s hard to believe that when I look so…” You trailed off, gesturing vaguely to yourself.

He reached up, gently placing his hands on your knees, careful not to overstep. “Can I touch you?” he asked softly.

You nodded hesitantly, and he rested his hands there, his thumbs brushing over the blanket. “I don’t just love you, Y/N. I adore you. Every part of you. Your laugh, your kindness, your strength—even the things you think are flaws. They make you you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

“But—” you started, but he cut you off gently.

“No buts,” he said firmly, his voice filled with warmth. “I don’t care about your size. I care about how you light up a room when you laugh. How you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world just by being by my side. You don’t see yourself the way I see you, but I wish you could.”

He paused, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’ve been pulling away from me lately, haven’t you? Not letting me hold you, not letting me touch you like I used to. I get it, and I’m not mad, but it hurts me because I love being close to you. I love you, just as you are.”

You broke completely then, the tears flowing freely as you choked out, “I just don’t feel worthy of you, Jun-ah. I don’t want to drag you down.”

“Baby,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, “you don’t drag me down. You lift me up. Do you know how many people admire you? How many people wish they had your heart, your strength, your kindness? You’re amazing, and I’m the lucky one in this relationship. Not the other way around.”

He stood then, pulling you gently to your feet. The blanket fell away as he held your hands, his thumbs tracing soft patterns on your skin. “Let me show you something.”

He guided you to the full-length mirror in the hallway, standing behind you as you both faced your reflection. You immediately tensed, but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close without smothering you.

“Look,” he said softly. “Look at the person I fell in love with. The person who makes me laugh, who comforts me when I’m down, who supports me no matter what. This is the person who makes my life better every single day.”

You stared at your reflection, tears welling again, but this time they were mixed with a strange warmth. Yeonjun rested his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low murmur in your ear.

“I don’t care about what the world thinks, or even what you think right now. I love every inch of you, inside and out. You don’t have to change a single thing to be worthy of my love. You already are.”

You turned to face him, your walls crumbling completely. “I love you, Jun,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere.

“And I love you,” he replied, cupping your face in his hands. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt the weight of your insecurities start to lift. They didn’t disappear completely, but with Yeonjun’s love anchoring you, they no longer felt as suffocating.

[chocotonez]

txt + random boyfriend texts

a/n: thank you for requesting anon !! thank you for the sweet message as well :,), just letting everyone know for future reference if you want to request privately and I just let you know when it’s up, go for it!!

edit: please let me know if all the members are finally there TT, edit #2 for some reason taehyun is now missing??? lord have mercy 😭, I’ll keep trying to fix this edit #3 why is hueningkai now missing I’m so??

warnings/genre: swearing, crack fic, fluffy, everyone is a bit sassy hehe, lmk if anything else should be tagged!

[hannie-dul-set]

babe pls write anything for taehyun and my life will be yours 💞😠

[get your shit together]. kang taehyun has always been gifted with the sharpness to notice things first. thanks to this, he’s always been the one to swoop in at the last minute to save your group from trouble.

for example, in fourth grade, when you guys were fooling around in soobin’s living room a little too close to his mom’s favorite vase, taehyun noticed the old ceramic wobble before it could smash into the ground, right before his mom’s footsteps welcomed themselves in. another instance was during study hall in middle school, when you and beomgyu were playing connect four behind a stack of books, taehyun managed to kick your chairs from behind as a warning before your teacher could notice you two and send you to detention.

taehyun has always been pretty sharp. nothing goes under the radar. not even how kai lights up ever so subtly whenever you give him special attention. not even the shift in beomgyu’s gaze when you comforted him after his last breakup. not even how soobin keeps and keeps and keeps trying to flake out on hang-outs whenever you’re around. not even yeonjun’s half-assed attempts to stay in touch ever since he left for university.

“hey, get your fucking shit together.”

none of these things had gone unnoticed. he doesn’t understand why the other four are failing to notice things.

“do you think avoiding her is doing more good than harm? quit being selfish and think about just how much you’re hurting her by staying away and keeping your distance.”

because, really—

“why are you acting as if moving out of the neighborhood is such a big deal? so what if you’re in college now. soobin’s gonna follow you there next year anyway. you’re already far away as is and you’re making it even harder for us to reach you.”

it doesn’t take an untrained eye—

“can’t you see that unloading all your feelings for her is making her uncomfortable? burdensome? i get that you like her, but quit being caught up in your own emotions to the point where you’re failing to consider everyone else’s.”

nor does it take quick wits and sensibilities—

“seriously, what exactly do you want? you say one thing and do another. you swore to move on and get over it, but you’re still expecting things, you’re still latching onto the hope that something more could happen.”

to notice just how shitty you feel about all of this. 

“i feel like things have gotten awfully tangled lately,” you sigh. it’s the middle of the night, and you called taehyun over for a quick stroll around the neighborhood. obviously, that’s not the only reason why you called for his presence. “i miss the old days where we can all just hang out with no issues.”

when you look at taehyun with a somber smile, he feels something heavy press into his ribcage from the inside. it suffocates the life out of him. it clogs his throat, constricts his breathing. he gives your hand a squeeze as tight as how his lungs are feeling.

“don’t worry.”

once again, kang taehyun has to be the one to swoop in so that no one gets in trouble. so that no one gets uncomfortable. so that no one ruins the god damned ten years of friendship you guys have built just because of feelings they can’t keep under wraps. 

“i’ll fix it.”

but in order to do that—

your smile brightens. his chest feels tighter. 

—he needs to get his shit together.

“thank you.” 

he can’t let himself fall for you too.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [yeonjun] [beomgyu]

[channoticedmeuwu]

☆ WHO I THINK TXT IS WRITTEN BY !!

featuring — TUBATU & THEIR AUTHORS | g — headcanons, fluff, angst, slice of life, coming of age | w — NO PAIRING !! mention of food ++ not proofread

a/n — v much tried not to cry during soobin's,,,, watched this clip of him getting emotional during a live while reading moa's supportive comments & genuinely have sm respect for this man

CHOI YEONJUN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “POPULAR” — THE WEEKND

a schoolboy who just wants to be amongst the class. a teenage boy outgrowing his youth, and beginning to realize he's pushed everyone in his circle away, and panicking because maybe it's too late to mend relationships. the boy who's watching everyone grow with him, yet not with him. a boy watching his distanced friends link arms as they jog towards the canteen, watching the girls sit together as they absorb each other's quiet in the library, watching the group of friends sneak out of class and sit by the benches. a boy realizing he's not like everyone else; pictures of friends taking trips together on social media, envying the respective bonds of friends underneath a girl's post— her girlfriends commenting “you look amazing!!” “god, marriage when!?”, and then boys who'd tease her with throwing up emojis.

yeonjun is written by a boy who watches people partake in street fashion, groups of friends catching the train after school and falling asleep on each other's shoulders. yeonjun is the result of a boy who's learning to refuse isolation, a boy who's accepting his flaws and embracing them, a boy who's working on himself. a boy slowly realizing what beauty he can hold in himself, a boy realizing he's alone— but refuses to stay that way.

CHOI SOOBIN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “SNOW ON THE BEACH” — TAYLOR SWIFT

a woman who's watched her lover change into a cold person. a woman who's craving the warmth of an old lover, the comfort of a relationship that was too good to be true. a woman whose emotions get the better of her, a woman who misses the twinkle in the eyes of their lover. a woman who realizes that her love isn't being reciprocated the same way anymore, who watches her lover's skin turn colder by the second. a woman watching her lover be consumed by the winter of the universe, to be changed completely and transformed. and she can't do anything but cry— watch them and cry and hold their cheeks and beg for them to come back.

soobin's eyes reflect what love was lost after being savored for a while, soobin's smile thaws hearts of those like his author. soobin is not picture perfect; but he cups teary wet cheeks and empathizes like no other.

CHOI BEOMGYU

💽 ( SONG_REC.) “CALLING” — METRO BOOMIN

a peter parker who's just gotten bitten by his spider. beomgyu is everything that peter's expectations for himself are. peter, who wants to bury the factor of his own fear, who wants to be the hero everyone feels reassured to see. peter wants for his first instinct to not be panic, confusion, or to start making a far-fetched calculation that doesn't help him in the task at hand. peter wants to shrug at the face of danger— to not be afraid for his own leap of faith. peter wants to be carefree, a cheerful soul who doesn't have time to worry because of how fast he moves.

but as time moves on, maturity is what peter sought, not a pretty face with a cocky smile. and peter gives beomgyu depth as he grows himself, a sense of responsibility sharpening the features of a new spiderman, learning the ability to accept his own fear instead of just pushing it below. peter writes beomgyu to be brave; not fearless. someone who's humbled at his wins, who grows stronger at his loss.

but peter unknowingly soon manages to parallel the expectations he never thought he'd meet— and instead of building beomgyu to be someone he'd wish he were, he grew him to be just like him. to know when to laugh and to accept his own emotions when necessary, beomgyu turned out to be a carefree soul who believes in justice and his right to his own story.

KANG TAEHYUN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “THANK U, NEXT” — ARIANA GRANDE

a young lady who was nit-picked by the beauty standards of a black and white society. a young lady who never understood where her greys would fit. a woman who is growing to shun away a mold she is aware she would never fit. taehyun's unique beauty is a result of a mind curious to sculpt their own standard. a stubborn soul, who embraces their differences, who moves on from the fact that they are not like the others, and recognizes that it's what catches everyone else's attention.

taehyun's emotions are quick to reach his features, moulding themselves to reflect what his heart feels. his eyes turning softer, the corners of his lips growing into a smile, the tension in his forehead dissolving as he grows fonder; taehyun was written to be observed by those who were just like his author. those who recognized their own place in a community, or the lack of said position, and always embraced it. taehyun was the result of self indulgent art that stood as a symbol for those who appeared to not fit a “beauty standard” — whatever beauty standard meant, anyway. subjectivity was never meant to be moulded into a standard, and taehyun stood to be a reflection of that.

HUENINGKAI

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “A MARRIED LIFE” FROM UP

two 5 year olds who met at preschool and now have distance in their friendship due to one of them moving out of town. a pair of children who sneakily panic when they realize they scribbled on the wall with crayon. children who struggle to throw snowballs at each other because of how cold snow feels. two kids who stare out the window and guess the cost of cars passing by based on how expensive they look. two kids who announce that they'd like to get married as a way to show their tight knit bond.

two kids who always left the corners of their sandwiches, and argued if the head or the butt of the dinosaur nugget should be eaten first. two kids, who'd cry if the other cries. two kids who are now too far apart from each other; overwhelming sadness only emerging from a tiny body in the form of incomprehensible tears.

two kids who begin writing to each other in colorful crayons, whose journey of writing to each other never reaches its end. two children who exceeded the height marks on their walls, who grew up to be able to fit more words in their letters. hueningkai is the spark of their relationship, the cursive and the colorful. an innocence which never grew into maturity when it came to each other, a pair of kids who were too old to sit on the porch and swing their legs, or watch clouds.

hueningkai is the tears prickling in their eyes when they run to each other after years, an embrace that sends heart palpitations towards toes. hueningkai is the innocence they never grew out of, a pair of former children crying in each other's arms, an overload of sensory, a platonic kiss to each other's forehead. a soulmate bond, and an unspoken understanding.

txt — masterlist

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I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[enluv]

#MUSICBANK_OUT !!

— idol!taehyun x idol!reader (fem)

synopsis: a oneshot in which taehyun and y/n are the (anticipated) newest music bank mcs but they actually hate one another behind the scenes – (y/n is part is lesserafim)

genre(s): smau oneshot, feud, enemies, crack?

cast: yunjin (lesserafim), ningning (aespa), IN (skz), & TXT!

warnings: cursing, die/kms jokes, mc & taehyun both wanna fight each other 😭, uhhhh lmk if I should add anything else!

txt taglist! @yeoforce @jaerang @bloom-bloom-pow @gyuuss @yourlocalhotgf @kyublr @spooooooooooon @enhacolor @butterfly-skinnylegend @dinosdance @888ollie @14shroud @junityy @soobin-chois @fairybinie @lolalee24 @ja4hyvn @crxzs - (bold can't be tagged, & if you'd like to be removed from the taglist or added please let me know!)

coco’s love note: remember that poll i sent out? yeah this is what that was for 🤭 anyways hope you enjoy it toots!! i don’t write for taehyun often so this was super duper fun !! – lmk if you want more of this or if I should keep it as a oneshot! + feedback is always appreciated so lmk what you think about this!!

[eundiarys]

13. detective hyuka

genre : idol! au, fake dating au to actually really dating, fluff, no angst i think, my humor (sorry)

warnings : people in love … who are stupid 🤦‍♀️

summary : in which — yn who just debuted gets into a dating scandal with one of the most famous group members because of a misunderstanding and is forced to fake date with him. what happens if it isn’t as bad as she thinks? and and what if she finds comfort with him?

masterlist ʚ♡ɞ next

authors note , bad news i am planning on a bit of a downfall era for ynhyun …. no happy ynhyun will be coming soon. feel free to ask why! 😊 also hiyyih appearance!!!!!

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[sunlightwoo]

the sun and the cloud

pairing: taehyun x gn reader

genre: comfort fic, a little bit of heavy angst, fluff warnings: mentions of mental health and burn outs | rating 16+

wc: 1.2k 

a/n: hey everyone! so lately i’ve been in a mental slump with my personal life and after talking to a few friends, i thought people might be in the same boat as me when it comes to being burnt out, and that’s okay. if you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, i hope i can be that person for you guys whether you reach out to me, or just read this fic as it will be a small piece that hopefully gives you the comfort that we need sometimes. 

When Taehyun comes back after a long day of practice, he couldn’t wait to come home to your shared apartment to tell you a funny moment that happened to your best friend Kai. He knew that it was something you would’ve also laughed yourself to tears at, the same way he was when it first happened. 

It was too funny to even speak about it properly, without laughs, he recalls when he tried to reexplain what had happened to Soobin.

However, the moment that he stepped foot into the place after inputting the password went from happy thoughts to a gloomy darkness that filled your living room. There was nothing but the sound of a familiar show being played in the background of what seemed like it came from your bedroom filling the white noise. He was wondering why you weren’t out here yet to greet him, like you usually do on days like today, which was any other day.

“Sweetheart, you awake?” He whispered quietly, feet padding against the hardwood floor to your room after he placed his sneakers on the little shoe rack he remembers getting with you at Ikea days ago. 

What could’ve happened between then and now? 

The sight he was greeted with when he entered the room had him confused, seeing as you were in a blanket burrito that you had probably wrapped yourself into earlier and asleep. If it were any other day, he’d be able to tell that you were sleeping soundly with the quiet breaths and snores that were leaving your lips, but he was able to notice it. 

How dark the circles under your eyes were, how puffy they ended up being from probably crying for a while; how long have you felt like this? 

“Baby…” 

There’s a frown on his face as he quietly turns down the volume of the tv so that there was nothing but the silence engulfing both him and your sleeping figure. He was tempted to hold you in his arms right now, to at least try to figure out why you tried to hide everything from him, but it seems as though his subconscious beat him to it as he was slowly reaching out to brush your cheek softly with his hand. 

He notices how you stir in your sleep for a moment and your eyes slowly peel open, your head leaning into his touch as you do so and there’s a small smile that you give him from your spot. However, he notices how the sparkle that used to be in your eyes was now dulled a bit and the smile doesn’t meet with the impression that you were trying to give to him. 

“Why are you letting your fire burn out, my love?” He mumbles quietly, still holding your cheek in his hand and maybe that was it. 

The moment that you had woken up from your accidental nap, you remembered how you had gotten to where you were. These last few weeks you had been caught up in your school work in uni while working part time at a nearby cafe, but with the school year finally wrapping up, you were trying to rest up and enjoy all the free time you had to spend with Taehyun and your friends before you were taken away to work more than you were used to at your job for the summer. 

Maybe that was when your burn out was starting to take a toll on you. Maybe it had even been there before you noticed it, because you couldn’t even remember how your entire semester had gone through given that this was your third year. 

However with what he had just asked you now, you could feel the tears that you had shed earlier start to prick at the corners of your eyes. Your lips quivered slightly and you bit it to avoid any noise leaving them, hands gripping onto the blanket burrito that was slowly coming apart but maybe that was because of the welcoming warmth that was ready to engulf you now was Taehyun’s arms that were wrapped around your waist. 

He swiftly picked you up so that you were now cuddling with him beneath you, your face hidden into his chest as tear stains were made, but nothing could leave your lips. All that you were able to hear were his soft whispers of everything being okay while his hand rubbed and down your back slowly. 

“I’m so tired, Tyun…” You hiccuped quietly, looking up at him as he wiped the stray hairs away from where they were sticking onto your face and you could see the small frown on his face. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” He whispers back and the sigh that leaves from his chest makes you feel even more upset, because you could tell that he hated how much he couldn’t do much in this situation. 

However, him being here when you needed him most felt like everything to you. 

“But I’ll make sure that we get through this together, one step at a time. You’re not going to be alone in this, I won’t let you.” 

He reaches down to place a small kiss on your nose from when you were still looking up at him, making you scrunch it up for a moment before placing your head back down against his chest. However, he was right, because no matter how bad life will get or how tired you may be from the external factors of the universe, you’re going to come home to the greatest support system that you have today. 

“I don’t think I deserve-”

“You do, and you can’t keep beating yourself up for things that are out of your control.” He says almost immediately, making you look back up again to see that his facial expression changed into one that was almost playful and mischievous, like he knew what you were going to say. 

But he knows that you knew you meant no harm. 

There were days where like today, thunderstorms were surrounding your head for who knows how long they had been there. But for the days with the sun and the warm breeze comes Taehyun to push them all away, making sure that you take the time to heal and feel loved at your own pace. Because you deserve everything good that comes to the world, even if it means going through some rough patches. 

“I love you lots, Taehyun.” 

“I love you too, you got this,” He smiles and places one more kiss or two on both your forehead and then a quick peck on your lips, before he thought of something to potentially cheer you up, even if it was just temporarily. 

“Do you want to hear about how Kai broke the tv after playing with a hoverboard? He ended up hitting himself in the head with a soccer ball in the middle of it.” 

The introduction to the story itself made you feel intrigued, the thunderstorms slowly going away as Taehyun quietly retells the story that he told Soobin earlier in a more calm tone, knowing that it was maybe too soon to start laughing now. But when he heard soft giggles come out from you at the best part, he knew that his job for now was done as he held you closer to him for the rest of the night. 

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[s-uwu-binie]

↳ ❝ [unfiltered fondness]! ❞

➻ txt x gn!reader

➻ nothing but fluff ^^

⤷ nothing could really hide away the oh so obvious liking of these lovesick boys for you.

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻

choi yeonjun. a name that rings familiarity in so many people’s ears. a name that brings desire amongst people. a name that you’re lucky to call yours. well, at least that’s what you think, which is a resounding contrast to the envious glares you feel on your back. it doesn’t get easier when you hear their whispers.

as the night went on, the pressing weight on your back seemed to be getting to you as the silk that delicately draped on your body now felt suffocating more than ever.

“baby?” a hand that felt too familiar settled its warmth on the small of your back, tracing patterns on the fabric wrapped on your skin. as much as the touch brought extreme comfort to you, you can’t seem to find the words to speak out the thoughts that rang like an endless mantra in your head.

receiving no response from your end, yeonjun took it in his own hands, gently tugging you along as he led you two to the balcony. and once seeing the space empty, yeonjun immediately jumped on the opportunity to talk. “talk to me, y/n.” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “please?”

hearing the distinct crack in his voice at your lack of response prompted you to look at him for what it seemed like the first time this night. and as your eyes met with his, you can almost immediately recognize the shine in them, staring at you as if you hung the stars in the night sky, and yeonjun would’ve believed that if it was up to him. you’re literally the prettiest human being he laid eyes on.

it's only such a shame that others don't share the same sentiment. he would've thrown hands, honestly speaking.

you sighed, seeing that he won’t budge from his lovestruck stare any time soon. “just... why me, jun?” you love him, you really do. how can you not when he is the embodiment of perfection. but it just doesn't make sense.

your eyes stared up into his once again, challenging him as you waited for an answer. an answer you hope would be the end of it all. however, the reply you got wasn’t all what you were expecting.

“why?” he paused, letting out a deep chuckle that nearly sent your heart soaring if it were not to your current concern. “i love you. that’s why.”

“no. no, that doesn't make sense.” you gestured to the both of you, “we don’t make any sense, jun.”

heaving a sigh, yeonjun took another step, bridging the gap. “i don’t need to have a reason why i feel the way i feel. i just do.”

almost not believing your ears, you were ready to retort if it weren’t for your boyfriend’s interruption. “i honestly don’t care about what they say or think. i’m the one dating you, not them.”

aand to emphasize his point, yeonjun takes one final step to you. one final step to touch your aching heart. “yeonjun-”

not wanting to hear anymore of your doubts, he seals the promise between the both of you. cutting you off this time with a sudden pull at your waist and a soft kiss on your lips, ultimately clearing away all previous doubts and what ifs.

“i don’t care how complicated this gets, i still want you.”

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻

you were starting to feel sorry.

it wasn’t like this in the beginning. it was all about taking spontaneous walks in the nearby park, touring in museums, eating out in multiple food stalls around the city, splurging in convenience stores, and so many more that you can’t even count. 

and now, it’s all about sleeping in an empty bed, waking up earlier than the other then returning to the shared apartment with the other already fast asleep, and cancelled dates.

rainchecks and cancellation of milestones were a normal occurrence now. but all you wanted to do was to cuddle into the safety of your blankets and sleep the whole day away with soobin. but of course, the timing was never right as you watched soobin pick up his coat, getting ready for another day at work. perhaps, you two needed to take a break somehow?

“someone’s got a staring problem this morning, huh?” soobin teased, looking over his shoulder. chuckling, you throw a pillow, hitting him straight on the face. “no i don’t.”

soobin let out a scoff as he waddled over to your form on the sofa. “you look troubled lately, bubs,” he said while reaching for your hand before he started playing with your fingers, fiddling with them as he stared up at you from his kneeled position. 

“just thinking about something…”

“ahh, that’s never good.”

you jokingly slapped his arm, shushing him from teasing you even more. “as i was saying,” giving him a pointed look. “maybe we need to…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. it simply felt wrong in your mind, it nearly made you sick to your stomach.

wordlessly, soobin gazed upon you as you struggled to find the right words to say, but soobin already knew what you wanted to convey. he just didn’t want it to be true. “let’s not, please.”

as you breathed in, you shook your head and gripped his hand. If there had been an easier way to talk it out, you would’ve already done it. but the lump in your throat and the tears in the corners of your eyes made it so difficult to breathe. “i’m afraid that-”

“that i’d leave just because we’re busy? that i’d drift away from you because of my tight schedules?” soobin rambled on as he got closer to you, but not completely standing up from his seated position. “you know i wouldn’t do that to you, y/n.”

with his hand gripped firmly in yours, the other one reaches out to caress your cheek. and out of habit, you leaned in to his warm touch, “i know, but what if something happens. what if we grow further apart, bin.”

“oh, bubs.” he grinned at you from ear to ear, as if you weren’t the messiest you’ve ever been with your teary eyes and runny nose. “you can trust that i’ll stay forever.”

and despite the heart-wrenching meaning behind his words, you can’t possibly ignore the flutter it brought to your heart. “when did you get so cheesy?” you land a light-hearted jab on his shoulder, which earned you his laughs and cheeky smile, occupying the quiet apartment with his honey-like melodies. 

as his laughter and your hiccups died down, the question in your mind still lingered in the air like smoke. “forever?”

“yep.” soobin replied with a playful hum, now deciding to lean even closer to you, so close that you can feel his heartbeat from the way your palm rests on his chest. he looked down at your hand on his chest, beaming at the sight before locking eyes with you, gaze softening. “here…”

he gave you one more look, taking a good amount of time to admire every bit of you. “...with you.”

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂

words can’t describe the tiredness that seeped through your bones as of this moment, and it was taking a drastic toll on your body. as much as you wanted to stop everything you’re doing, you can’t. you needed to get this done for tomorrow morning, well more like later. 

sneaking a glance at the wall clock adjacent to where you were sitting only further confirmed your suspicion. 

3:53 am

well, so much for getting it done in the morning. you sighed, completely exhausted. and for a few more seconds the only sounds that filled the living room was the ticking of the clock, reminding you that you should be typing away at your laptop, and not leaning back on the cushions behind you as if you didn’t have a tight deadline in four hours. 

“what do you think you’re doing?” your ever loving boyfriend stood in front of you, hands firmly placed on his hips, looking eerily similar to how your mom used to scold you back home. 

you flinched at the sudden interruption of silence. “gyu, i thought you were asleep.” you put the laptop aside on the space beside, taking a good look at beomgyu’s unamused expression. 

“i didn’t feel you beside me when i was sleeping.” he pouted, “you left me all alone, baby.” 

right, ever the most dramatic too as he lunged himself at you, almost knocking your laptop off the couch. all you could do was reach over and hope that your laptop wasn’t snapped in half. “you’re such a mess, gyu.”

the only reply you got from the man was an utter look of disbelief and a whine you’re so familiar with. “so are you.”

“touché.”

“so, what’s going on with you?” beomgyu turned to you, making himself comfortable as he buries his face in your neck. “is something bothering you? is that why you can’t sleep?”

“nope, i’m just busy.” you were a lot of things, yes. but you weren’t exactly a good liar, and beomgyu knew that. 

“tsk, look at you lying to me.” his voice sent vibrations from your neck down to your spine as he spoke softly, tone contrasting from the clear teasing from his words. “since when were you this shameless, babe?”

a sigh left your lips, deciding to come clean to him about it. “fine. i’m exhausted.” it was all becoming way too much. you could only take too much before you start to buckle under the immense work and pressure you’re harbouring on your shoulders. “i want to sleep, but i know i can’t. i still have a lot of work to do.”

“why didn’t you tell me this sooner.” beomgyu peeked from your neck, “and don’t you say it’s because you didn’t want to bother me.”

“took the words right out my mouth there.” you chuckled, now feeling more worn-out than ever. it also didn’t help that beomgyu started to comb your hair, slowly playing with your locks and massaging your scalp. 

beomgyu didn’t reply after that, only silently threading his fingers through your hair once he took note of your change of breathing. once he made sure you were knocked out, he carefully slipped away from your arms, gently laying you down on the couch. 

“you’re so mean, you know that?” he glanced at your sleeping form. his eyes trailed from your furrowed brows, which he smoothed out with his thumb. beomgyu also noticed the clear signs of insomnia on your face, shaking his head in disappointment as he saw the dark circles under your eyes. 

“don’t leave me out of your struggles, share it with me.” beomgyu wasted no time in opening your laptop, and started typing away with you snoring peacefully in the background. 

imagine your surprise when you woke up in the afternoon with your document already sent with beomgyu clinging to your waist, head buried in your chest. 

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻

the door slammed shut, footsteps soon following it. it wasn’t long after when the sound of plastic hitting the table.

“you wreck me, love.” taehyun blurted out, lowering himself down to sit on the opposite of you from the coffee table. he says it like you had an idea of what he was referring to, he even got his arms crossed, staring you down. 

wow, okay. that came out of nowhere.

“i think i should be the one asking that question.” he sighed, nodding at your scribbled notes. “you eaten yet?”

as opposed to replying, you continued to take notes, keeping your eyes on the page while trying to ignore his stare. and for a couple of seconds, the only noise that filled the room was your pen scratching against the paper and your steady breathing.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” taehyun brought out another plastic bag, taking out its contents. you soon later recognize the familiar packaging from your favourite fast-food place. 

“eat up, sugar.” taehyun slid the take-out container to you. “i’m not that hungry, tyun.” you said without looking up from what you were doing. 

truth was, you haven’t eaten yet. you didn’t have the time to really prepare or order yourself anything the whole day. but as stubborn as you are, it’s getting rather difficult to suppress the urge to grab the food that taehyun’s tempting you with. but nope, you figured you should be finished with your work first, a habit that taehyun absolutely hated with his entire being.

“you love me right?” he asked, opening up another container for himself, taking a big bite, chopsticks already grabbing another piece, offering it to you. 

“of course i do.”

he set his chopsticks down, propping his arms up on the table. “do you love me?” he repeated. 

“yes, tyun. i love you.” you exclaimed, finally setting your pen down, giving him your undivided attention for the time being. 

taehyun hummed in response, satisfied with your answer. “is that so?”

you nodded enthusiastically.

“if you really love me then prove it.” he nudged the styrofoam filled to the brim with your favorite appetizer. you gotta admit, he honestly came prepared for this, he’s got all your go-to appetizers up to your ideal dessert. just as expected, he never misses a single detail. “just one bite at least.”

you groaned, giving in to your hunger, hands reaching out to taehyun’s outstretched one, “fine.”

“now, give me that.” he demanded, wasting no time in snatching your pen and notebook as taehyun began jotting down your notes for you, letting your body rest for a while as he contently fed you with his other hand, knowing that you can’t really digest the thought of leaving him hanging. 

“i love you more, by the way.” his sharp eyes glanced at you for a moment, a smile tugged on his lips while he said this.

“i love you mo-” as you struggle to speak, he shoves another mouthful of food into your mouth to shut you up. “talk me to me when you’re full. i can’t bear seeing you like this.”

𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶

“here,” kai handed you the tissue box, watching you sniffle and blow your nose in amusement. “it’s not that deep, sunshine.”

you shot him a look of disbelief, brows furrowed and lips curled into a scowl. “how could you say that, hyuka?” you point to the disney movie playing, “that right there should be hitting you in the feels.”

all you got was a series of his hyena laughter, even throwing his head back, coughing by the end of it. 

you scoffed, “serves you right.” your words contradicting your actions as you urge him to drink from his bottle of water, patting his back while you’re at it. 

once his coughing fit died down, transitioning to small wheezes here and there, he turned to you again, pushing the box of tissues towards you, even taking it upon himself to wipe away your tears. 

“you know…” kai leaned on your shoulder, staring at you through his thick lashes. “i think i really like it when you cry.”

you pulled away from him, which led to his head falling off your shoulder, landing on your stomach. “excuse me?” you asked, eyes scanning him top to bottom to check if something’s up or if this is another form of his nonstop teasing.

kai hurriedly put his hands up, waving them around in a panic. you narrowed your eyes on him. “wait!” 

“before you chastise me.” he paused, “don’t get me wrong. i meant it as a way that i admire that you stay true to your emotions.”

you stayed silent, prompting kai to continue. “i just think it’s nice, you know?” he went on to say, taking in the oozing curiosity in your orbs. “i already love you so much, and i still find so many reasons why i love you already,” he stopped to meet your eyes, sparkling with adoration, he then hid his face in your shirt, voice muffled as he said bashfully, “...if that makes sense.”

your vision blurred once more as you took in the meaning of his words. you didn’t know how you got so lucky to score a guy like kai, to have the opportunity to love such a kind soul as his. he only proves to you everyday how much you mean to him in the best of ways, and somehow, this fact only brings a new set of tears to your already swollen eyes. 

“ahh, i’m crying again.” your hands rubbed your puffy eyes, though gently this time when you started to feel the sting around the area. “ayy, stop rubbing it. it’ll hurt more.” kai’s warm hands wrapped around yours, lightly pulling them away from your constant smearing. 

his left hand intertwined with yours, an action that doesn’t miss to make your heart skip a beat. he does this while the other snatched a tissue to pat on your tear-stained cheeks, “my crybaby.” he chuckled even more when you started bothering him to watch the movie after hearing you murmur something under your breath. but of course, it wouldn’t be hueningkai without the constant bickering. 

kai titled his head at you, eyes never leaving yours. “i think you got it wrong, bub.” he beamed at you, like sunshine, “i’m the lucky one here.”

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[bluhourz]

hi! can i req when beom gives u silent treatment?

I hope this turned out how you wanted it to :)

when he gives you silent treatment

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A quiet Beomgyu was never a good sign. He was usually bouncing off the walls and you could hear his bright laugh from miles away. So when you came home late to an unusually quite house after getting side tracked with friends, you were surprised and a bit scared. At first you thought maybe your boyfriend was not home, but then you saw his shoes neatly lying next to the door. He was definitely home. So now you had to find him.

"Gyu? I'm home!" was your first attempt to get his attention. But you were just met with the silence again. Slowly you made your way through the house, checking each room to see if he was there. It was only when you reached your bedroom and you slowly opened the door that you saw him.

Beomgyu was sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand. He was staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging you.

"Baby?" you tried again. Still nothing.

"I'm sorry I'm late," you started off. You kept your distance and slowly walked over to the opposite side of the bed he was on.

"You know how Y/F/N gets. She started a story and then we were there for another hour," you tried to say it lightly, however, Beomgyu didn't even glance at you. Now you knew for sure this was why you were getting the silent treatment.

"You won't believe what she told us though," you glanced at him quickly, "You know she was seeing that Hongdae boy she met a few weeks ago."

You knew your boyfriend was just as invested in the gossip stories as you, so you tried getting him to speak like this. You could see it working already as he pretended to be on his phone even when you could tell he was listening intently now.

"So they were going on a date last week, but he just ghosted her a few hours before they had to meet," you sighed, it was time for the money shot.

"I mean, I was surprised. He seemed like such a nice guy," you turned to look at him for his reaction. However, your boyfriend beat you to is as he immediately sat up and nearly crashed into you.

"What do you mean you thought he was nice? You said you hated him a few days ago!" he said with a big frown and pout to go with it.

You really tried your best but you couldn't hold the laughter in. A small giggle escaped you as you finally looked Beomgyu in the eyes.

"First, are you going to give me more silent treatment or have I served my time?" your eyes glinted as you asked him.

Beomgyu's face fell into a straight line. He narrowed his eyes at you as he pondered the question, "Do you really think he is nice?"

"No, Gyu, I don't think so. He is an asshole," you said confidently.

Before you registered it, Beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you down to lie with him.

"Okay, I forgive you then," he sighed happily.

You giggled as you got comfortable. A few moments of silence followed before Beomgyu's soft voice filled the room again, "Did you at least have fun?"

"Yeah, kind of. Y/F/N was a mess afterwards so we all had to comfort her a bit. I think she's okay now," you replied, "I missed you though. I'm sorry I didn't message you earlier to let you know." You snuggled further into your boyfriend's side.

Instead of responding, Beomgyu just pulled you closer and left a kiss on your head. He was silent for a while before he spoke again. "It's okay. I was just worried about you. You weren't answering my calls and I was panicking."

You pulled away slightly to look up at his face. You smoothed out his hair as you talked, "I really am sorry. I didn't think about how you were going to feel."

He smiled at you gently, "Next time, I need hourly updates and your live location at all time."

You giggled at his idea, "It's a deal."

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, the love between you two evident.

"And I'm sorry I gave you the silent treatment," Gyu said hurriedly before pulling you in for a kiss. You couldn't even protest as his lips met yours already. You gave in instantly though, immediately melting in his arms.

[3raaaachachacha]

4:41 pm 

Choi Beomgyu x female reader / 630 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attack

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It had been a long day of promotions for the boys. It was back-to-back interviews and live performances, and you could see a few of them losing their energy. You had been a part of TXT’s team since they debuted and you had grown close to the members by being just slightly older than them. They looked up to you since you always encouraged them and somehow understood how they felt, even when they didn’t seem to quite know. 

You were closest to Beomgyu after being the first person to notice his severe underlying anxiety. He always acted happy and crazy on camera, but in reality, he was quiet and didn’t need to be in the spotlight all the time. He felt like everyone always would judge him, that he wasn’t good enough to be in TXT, that he was a filler member, but you knew better. 

After an uncomfortable interview, Beomgyu quickly moved to the van, while the others stayed to mingle, not noticing Gyu slipping out the back. You, on the other hand, did notice and followed him at a quick pace, knowing what was about to happen.

He opened the door, shutting it behind him as his breathing became ragged, feeling as if there was no escape from the panic and tightness in his chest. He gasped for air, holding onto the roof handle. You opened the door with wide eyes, entering and moving towards him carefully.

You took his hand in yours, feeling his grip tighten around you, “Gyu, it’s me, Y/N. It’s okay, everything is going to be okay, even if you don’t think it will. I’m here for you. No one is going to hurt you.”

Gyu lazily opened his eyes as he turned to you, still trying to breathe, but failing miserably. He moved towards you as you opened your arms to engulf him in your warm chest. He buried himself there, trying to find your heartbeat to calm his rapid one. 

You ran your fingers through his soft locks as your other hand held him steady, “It’s okay Gyu. You did amazing, even though I know you are exhausted. You did so great, remember that.” 

He slowly began to breathe at a normal pace with your help as he move to sit up. You steadied him to make sure he wouldn’t fall over or faint. Beomgyu smiled down at you with happiness in his tired eyes, “What would I do without you?”

Your eyes went big. This was the first time you’d ever heard something like that come out of his mouth. Usually, he would be embarrassed after having a panic attack, but something was different about him.

“Gyu,” You began, not knowing what words you needed to say as he smiled more lively at you.

Before you could say anymore, you felt his lips attach to yours in a soft peck, catching you off guard, “Thank you for always being here for me, even when I pushed you away.”

A red blush lit your cheeks up as you tried your best not to stutter, “I was only doing my job.”

He chuckled lightly, taking your hand in his as he began to play with your fingers, “No other staff has ever helped me like you have. No one has ever been so supportive and caring toward me. It’s more than just your job and you know it.”

You met his eyes as you smiled shyly, “Okay, you caught me red-handed.”

He pulled you closer to him as you heard his heartbeat relax, “I’ll make sure I’m there for you more too. That’s what boyfriends do,” Your eyes went wide as he winked at you with a sweet smile on his face. That was the face you loved to see on him.

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- Admin 🦋

[bluuuu127]

10:51 am

The sound of Twice's doughnut was heard in your bedroom playing softly.

You hummed to the song while you added glitter to your boyfriends eyes. The rare occurrence where he let you put makeup on him and of course you had to put glitter on him.

Huening Kai held your waist as he laid on your bed with you on top of him, he didn't say but this was one of the most peaceful moments he had in months.

"Ok done , here let me get you a mirror " quickly you left Kai's grip and grabbed the nearest thing with a mirror . You held it up to his face

"Do you or do you not feel Bonita ?"

He looked at himself and chuckled at the sight, glossy pink lips, rosy blush, brown eyeliner and of course eye glitter.

" I feel Bonita"

"wonderful because you look Bonita!" You squealed laying down on top of him wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Mi bebe hermoso "

[imaginidol]

POV: [YEONJUN + SOOB] The Heartbreak.

“Yeonjun?” you look up from your phone towards the sound of your door opening to reveal your boyfriend walking in, completely drenched in rain water. His eyes were puffy, he’d been crying, but you wouldn’t know for how long.

“Y-Yeonjun!” You sprint up, swinging your phone to the other side of your couch. Thump. It lands somewhere between a throw pillow and a cushion.

“Yeonjun, honey, are you okay?” You look him up and down, placing your gentle hands on his arm and dragging him inside, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t say a word, but keeps his gaze on the floor. You quickly sprint towards the kitchen to grab a hand towel and run back to Yeonjun, who was now staring at his hands. “I’m sorry,” is all he can bear to say.

“Yeonjun,” you say, tears forming at your eyes. What in the world happened? You start patting him dry all over, your hands touching the side of his face, only to see tears stream down uncontrollably from his eyes.

Those precious eyes, what a story they told.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks again, unable to hold your eye contact before finally speaking again, “I have to go.”

“Go where?” You look up, unable to comprehend what he could’ve possibly been talking about.

“I have to leave…” he chokes out a sob, “I have to leave… you.”

“You’re… you’re leaving?”

“I have to break up… with you,” he whispers, his face growing redder by the second.

“Why…” his cold words are not processing yet thoroughly, “why are you leaving me, Jun?” You ask quietly, patting the towel closer to his cheeks, your hands now shaking at the sudden realization that the person you loved dearly was…

…was admitting to leaving.

“I can’t tell you why,” he looks down at his hands again, and this time you do so as well, only to see that he was holding something.

In between his palms, a small, drenched Polaroid sat. You couldn’t make out the picture in it at first, so you took the picture from his palm to inspect it closer. Your heart froze.

The picture revealed Yeonjun pinned against a wall with another person on top of him, his lips parted and smashed against the stranger’s neck. His hands were wrapped around their waist, and the content stranger was smiling at their camera, milliseconds before taking the frozen snapshot of that heated, drunken moment.

Yeonjun had done the one thing he swore he’d never do.

“Oh,” is all you can say, the sounds of the thunderstorm outside growing harsher, beating down against your windows like a madman waiting for you outside.

Yeonjun breaks out into a sob, his face falling into your shoulder, his arms embracing tightly around you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over, and over, and over, and over…

But, as much as it was repeated, they didn’t process through you.

Nothing in that moment did. Nothing could fill you with emotion, with wonder, with empathy, with regret. You were numb. Completely and utterly numb.

The picture falls from your hands, and now you’re pressing your hand towel against your own cheek to stop your tears from streaming. They run longer than the raindrops falling against your windowsill. The sobs of a shamed Yeonjun fade out into the harsh thunderstorm behind you. The sound of the picture hitting the floor, somewhere far, far away, is somehow louder than the overstimulation around you.

“Yeonjun,” you somehow manage to speak up.

“I’ll do anything to have you forgive me,” he says, but it is clear in the sound of your voice that you are no longer available emotionally in this very moment.

“Please leave, just as you said you would,” you say to him. Your eyes look up to his, your gazes interlocking completely. His lips quiver in regret and wonder, unable to comprehend how he allowed himself to fall far from the tree you had both planted together at one point.

Your eyes remain locked into each other. His orbs seem to glisten, his pupils dilating at the sorry sight of you, and yet he can’t tell if he still loves you or not. Why would he, after having cheated? All he can do now is look into your draining, emptying eyes, a pair he may never be able to fulfill wholly with trust again.

And so, your eyes agree to remain locked into one another. Not a word said, because thousands are already being held through the shattering stare you both can’t seem to cut away from.

A couple seconds pass, then three, then four. A minute floats by, then two, and almost three. Not a word is said, until Yeonjun bends over to pick up the shameful Polaroid from the floor. He turns to unlock the door, the sound of the harsh rain and wind outside flooding into the otherwise now quiet and empty apartment.

“I hope you know,” he turns over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact. “I still love you.”

And with that, he closes the door behind him, never to be opened again.

You feel your knees shake, and you carefully allow yourself to sit on your floor, back against the door, towel shielding your face. And you break down, over and over again, once harshly, second time softly, and the third time you don’t shed tears at all. It was all so…

surreal.

The boy you waited for every day after your own work and tasks, the boy you went out of your way to comfort the extra mile, you’d even had the scary thought of actually planning a lasting future with,

and he cheats on you.

At least he was honest enough to admit it.

But fuck, how you loved him still. However, there is no way you deserved any of it. Regardless of the excuse, the circumstances, all of it.

—

Yeonjun is standing outside your door, leaning his head against it, hearing the muffled sounds of your crying and weeping. It breaks him more to know he caused it. One foolish night of arguments, and he completely betrays you without validity. Once he composes himself, he drags himself back into the car from which he came. A black, sleek Audi sits at the edge of the parking lot, awaiting his return.

He opens the door to the passenger side and slumps himself in, water straining from all parts of his clothes, almost ruining the beautiful leather interior within.

The car is shifted to reverse, but the driver doesn’t move.

“Hey,” the driver speaks up, and Yeonjun looks up with a face so beautiful but so completely defeated. Soobin greets him with a sad smile. “At least you were bold enough to admit it.”

Yeonjun’s eyebrows furrow. “Why’d you make me say it? We could’ve kept my dirty secret between us—”

“Because,” Soobin heaves, but can’t think of what to say. His right hand rises to the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes shutting completely as he tries his best to hold back his own tears.

The thing is, Soobin knew the moment his friend Yeonjun cheated on you, because he had known of your argument shortly beforehand. Yeonjun decided he would party for the rest of the night to get his mind off his stresses, but Soobin knew that Yeonjun had been having too many stresses all around for this night not to have some shit-show go down.

Soobin had been keeping a careful eye on Yeonjun for you.

Let me say that again,

for you.

The truth is, Soobin loved you. Loves you. More than any of the other partners you’ve ever had, or ever will have. But why’d you choose Yeonjun over him? Well, maybe that was due to the fact that he’d never been upfront with his feelings. And he loved you too much even then for him to allow anyone you were dating — inclusive of his friends — to disrespect you behind your back.

He spoke with Yeonjun and told him that if Yeonjun didn’t rightfully tell you of his wrongdoings, that he would, and it would be too shameful for Yeonjun if that were the case otherwise.

And now here you are, three heartbroken souls all sitting in otherwise unfortunate conditions, the sounds of the thunderstorm outside washing over harder and harsher against any windows, walls, trees in sight.

Love can hurt, or be hurt. But having the privilege to feel it, whether it is good or bad, is in itself a very beautiful, raw, and uncanny experience.

[agustdiv1ne]

ᯓ★ TXT M.LIST

— SOOBIN

that's the spirit! — ghost hunter!sb, high school au — f ; a

a couple weeks before halloween, you find the quiet boy from your high school staring up into your bedroom. you're a little creeped out, and miles more scared, but then he tells you something that changes how you see, well, everything.

wc: 14.6k

timestamps:

~ 10:52 p.m. — college classmate!sb — f

~ 10:21 p.m. — bf!sb — m ⚠︎

~ 9:51 p.m. — serial killer!sb — m

au's:

~ cosplayer!soobin — m

+ some soft thoughts abt watching jjk w/ him

~ late night outing w/ boyfriend!soobin — f

~ first time meeting odi w/ boyfriend!soobin — f

blurbs:

~ magic island — f

— YEONJUN

home sweet home — est. relationship au — m

he was insatiable, even at your parents' house.

wc: 2.8k

candy hearts — best friends to lovers au — f ; a

spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for you two ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

wc: 10.5k

pose — model!yj, assistant!reader — f ; a ; m

being world-famous model choi yeonjun's personal assistant wasn't easy. after six months on the job, however, you'd say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things didn't go as planned.

wc: 12.5k

give me more — est. relationship au — m ⚠︎

your boyfriend loves making you feel good...perhaps a little too much.

wc: 1k

ticket to nowhere (but your heart) — strangers to lovers au, photographer!yj, artist!reader — f ; a ; m ⚠︎

twelve days. twelve days is all you have on this godforsaken train to find the spark that will save your dying art career — but you never thought that you would find it in the enigmatic stranger that you can’t seem to stop running into.

wc: 22.3k

timestamps:

~ 9:05 p.m. — bf!yj — m ⚠︎

part 2: 9:23 p.m. — m

~ 12:43 a.m. — best friend!yj — m

~ 11:01 p.m. — rockstar!yj — m

au's:

~ sweet frat boy!yeonjun — f

~ picnic date w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ early mornings w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ vacation w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ a very sexy cowboy!yeonjun — s

— BEOMGYU

telepathy — mind reader!bg, strangers to ??? — m

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.

wc: 11.7k

timestamps:

~ 3:13 a.m. — vampire!gyu — m

au's:

~ cocky sub!beomgyu x femdom!tutor!reader, college au — m

— TAEHYUN

timestamps:

~ 2:56 p.m. — lab partner!th — f

au's:

~ nerd!taehyun — m

— HUENINGKAI

timestamps:

~ 8:02 p.m. — jack frost!kai — f ; a

— MULTI-MEMBER

timestamps:

~ 11:58 p.m. — fratboys!taejun — m

thoughts:

~ finding out you have an onlyfans — m

~ best friend!txt finding out that you write smut about him — m

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