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He’s Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 07; truth uncovered

new here? chapter 1 - previous: chapter 6

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 1.9k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: not proofread bc im lazy! lol

summary: after talking to kai, you learn a valuable piece of information and realize the truth. it's time to confront beomgyu...

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

“Soo…what’s up?” Kai asks, voice muffled through your phone speaker. You sigh, face illuminated by the glow of your phone, where you can see Kai leaning back in his desk chair. After staring at the ceiling in contemplation for about thirty minutes, you’d decided to facetime him.

“Nothing much, I guess.” You reply, shrugging and looking off to the side at the posters on your wall. Despite how close you’ve been with Kai since childhood, you’ve never really indulged him in your romantic life. You’ve always had other friends for that. But, considering he’s Beomgyu’s best friend, you thought maybe he’d be able to give you more insight than Chaewon or Yunjin. “I don’t know.”

“Well, what did you need to talk about so urgently?” He jokes, raising an eyebrow at you. You scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you figure out what to say.

“It’s…” you hesitate, the boy’s name feeling forbidden on your tongue. After everything—after such adamant refusal of ever liking him—you can’t believe the words you’re about to say. And to Kai of all people. You’ll never hear the end of it, but whatever. “It’s Beomgyu.”

“Beomgyu?” He repeats, suddenly all too eager to hear what you have to say. “What? You like him? What did I tell you—”

“Shut up,” you huff, waving a hand in front of your screen to dismiss his words. “And yeah, I do! But that’s not the problem—”

“Then what is it?” He cuts you off, expression morphing into confusion. “Wait…problem?”

Huh, Kai could’ve sworn…

“Okay, well, if you’d let me speak, then maybe I could tell you,” You reply sarcastically, letting out a long sigh. He nods, ushering you to continue. You take a moment, deciding where to start…how to phrase your words in a non-incriminating way.

“Well, I like him. But I think he thinks I’m into Yeonjun? I’m not. But then also I guess he and Yeji are still a thing. But then I don’t understand why he agreed to fake date and then get weird about it—” You ramble, voice dying as you notice Kai frowning, sitting up straight.

“Hold on, hold on. Go back a bit. Since when were he and Yeji still a thing?” He asks, leaning closer to the camera, a furrow in his brow. You blink, not quite understanding his question—wouldn’t Beomgyu’s literal best friend know who he’s talking to…?

“What do you mean? Aren’t they still talking?” You ask slowly, your heart doing a nervous little flutter.

“What? No. They stopped talking ages ago—Yeji said they’d be better as friends,” he explains, shaking his head in disbelief. The gears turn in your head, his words taking a moment to process, each syllable echoing in the sudden silence of your room. “Who told you that?”

“Uh…he did?” You reply slowly. Kai stares at you through the phone, eyes narrowing. He doesn’t understand his friend sometimes. Beomgyu said—

“Choi Beomgyu told you that he’s still talking to Yeji?” He clarifies, sounding so baffled that it makes you question your own memory.

“Yeah…? I mean, not exactly, I guess. But it was implied, I think.” You shrug, brows pulled together as you attempt to comprehend what’s happening.

“What did he say? Exact words.” Kai asks, tone suddenly serious.

“Well, he was like ‘You have Yeonjun, and I have Yeji,’ so…” your voice trails off. Maybe you misinterpreted his words? Kai says nothing, as if expecting more. “Oh, and he said he was avoiding me because he didn’t wanna give her the wrong idea. Which honestly doesn’t even make sense—”

Kai cuts you off, calling your name in a tone that quiets you immediately. For a moment, you think something is wrong…until he laughs. Kai, of course, knows everything that happened on April Fool’s Day. He knows about the almost-kiss and the run-in with Yeonjun, and he’d actually advised Beomgyu to try and get over it. But Beomgyu said he liked you a lot—he needed time to think. He didn’t understand why there’d be a problem if you like him, and he likes you, but he understands now. “You guys are both stupid.”

“What? Hey, not true!” you defend. “What’s so funny?”

“He and Yeji aren’t anything, but he told you they are because…” He motions for you to complete his sentence.

“Because what?” You deadpan, and Kai honestly can’t believe that you’re not joking. Has his cousin always been this stupid? Aren’t you a straight-A student?

“Seriously!? C’mon, just think. Why else would he lie about that?” He replies, attempting to guide you toward the truth. Still, you stare at him with a dumb, confused expression, painting your features.

“Uh…to make me jealous? But why…?” You raise an eyebrow, not understanding what he’s trying to get at.

“Didn’t you say that you think he thinks you’re into Yeonjun?” He huffs, sighing and slouching in his seat. Right, you did mention that.

“Oh…” The pieces finally click together in your head. April Fool’s Day, when he tried to kiss you and you evaded him. Did he really want to kiss you? And then you’d run into Yeonjun, and he was being distant. He thinks you like Yeonjun, so obviously he tried to come off as nonchalant by mentioning Yeji. And the dating prank in general, did he— “Oh. Oh shit.”

“You get it now?” His head tilts, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, uh, I have to go—” You hang up the call before he can say anything back, pushing yourself onto your feet. There’s actually no way you’ve been so stupid this entire time.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Beomgyu’s at home, bed-rotting like he always does. Though recently, he’s felt more down about everything going on in his life—mainly, you. And, now, he’s staring at your message asking to hang out after school tomorrow. He agrees, as much as he kind of doesn’t want to. He remembers a conversation with Kai the other day, the boy’s words echoing in his head.

“Well, if you’re not going to do anything, it’s better to move on.”

How could he ever move on like this? Seeing your pretty face every day, hearing your cute laugh, looking into your mesmerizing eyes…someone, please save him. He’s whipped. He could make a move, but last time he tried it didn’t go so well. Then again, that was April Fool’s Day, so maybe things were different. Nonetheless, he mentally prepares himself to see you. He’s forgotten how to be normal, honestly—it’s been forever since you’ve hung out alone. Shit. He has to be alone with you? How will he ever survive…

…

He’s not surviving at all, actually. You look prettier than normal, with light makeup enhancing your features. Gosh, he feels dizzy. His shoulders are stiff, heart pounding as he sits beside you in the park, holding an unopened soda. His arm lightly brushes yours, and he pulls it away quicker than normal. He jumps when your voice finally breaks the silence.

“I have a question,” you say bluntly, staring right into his eyes. He nods slowly, finding his voice.

“Okay…what is it?” His voice trembles. He sounds so stupid. Be normal, Beomgyu! Your head tilts to the side, and he hates his heart for fluttering at the sight. He forces himself to look away, admiring the bright grass instead of your face.

“Are you still talking to Yeji?” You ask, analyzing his expression. His eyes widen a little, lips parting, then closing. Fuck, what should he say? He musters a small smile, laughing awkwardly.

“Uh. I…guess. Why?” He mumbles, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady the rapid beating of his heart. You hum in thought, shrugging and slouching a little.

“Well, I dunno. I asked Kai yesterday. He said you stopped talking ages ago,” you reply. Okay, maybe you’re being a little mean to him…but he did this to himself! You hold back a laugh when he freezes, face falling. He chokes on air, ears turning a bright shade of pink as he scrambles for an excuse. “Why lie?”

He’s an idiot, that’s why. Ugh, he wishes he could punch Kai right now!

“Uh, well, it’s—you know. I thought—like, I mean, we aren’t talking. I, um, I don’t—” He’s stumbling through his words, embarrassed as ever. Great, you totally think he’s a loser.

“Gyu,” you call his name softly, getting him to look at you. You think he’s pretty when he’s flustered like this. He panics, heart dropping. You must be mad, right?

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said—” he starts, but you cut him off, deciding you’ve teased him enough.

“I like you,” you admit, smiling. He blinks, unsure if he heard you correctly. Uh, what? He must be dreaming. His heart flutters, all the thoughts in his brain coming to a halt.

“What?” He asks, sitting up straight.

“I like you, Beomgyu,” you repeat. What the actual fuck!? His ears burn, and so do his cheeks. Butterflies swarm his stomach, his body frozen as his brain processes the information. He’s unsure whether he should scream or laugh, or maybe jump up and down. He’s so happy!

“Really?” He asks, eyes glimmering in the sun. He’s like an excited puppy, a wide smile pulling at his lips when you nod. He laughs, looking away—oh yeah, he should probably say it back. “I like you too. I mean, I have for a while.”

“How about a date, then?” You ask, smiling at him. His heart is doing flips as he nods eagerly.

“Okay. Okay, yeah,” he replies, warmth spreading through his chest. It’s the happiest he’s felt in a long time. There’s so much he’s been wanting to do and say. His heart stutters when his gaze connects with yours again, eyes finding your lips. You move a little closer, palm lifting up to his cheek.

“Can I?” You ask softly, close enough to feel his breath against your face. He nods, eyes fluttering shut.

“Yes, please,” he mumbles. Your lips press against his slowly, tentatively. He melts into the kiss, hands carefully holding you still. You pull away, smiling. His face is red, heart pounding impossibly fast. This is all he’s ever wanted, he thinks. You’re all he could’ve hoped for.

And he’s all you could’ve wanted.

— °˖✧ epilogue ✧˖° —

The first date is fun and exciting, albeit a little awkward. Then again, aren’t most? Beomgyu’s sweet and caring, and he makes sure that you don’t have to spend a single penny. You go to the arcade, then get some food after.

When he asks to be your boyfriend, the gesture is grand and carefully planned. A picnic with flowers and all of your favorite snacks. Of course, you give a very happy, excited yes, hugging him. He stands there, flustered and smiling ear to ear.

Your friends tease relentlessly—their ship finally came to life, even after you’d both denied it before. So what if they were right? That had nothing to do with you two liking each other…you would’ve been together regardless! Probably. Things were meant to be, perhaps.

He’s the sweetest, most loving boyfriend. He’d give you the world, the moon, and the stars—and you’d do the same. You hate being cringey, but truthfully, you believe he’s your soulmate. He was the man put onto earth for you, and you were for him. He completes your heart.

You belong together.

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a/n: yippie! finally finished this story (after literal ages omg...) i realllyyyyy hope you guys enjoyed this final chapter! these idiots needed some intervention smh my head #oblivious. anywho! likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated! stay tuned for my next story (≧∇≦)ﾉ <3

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theamarischapter · 15 days ago

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hii i love ur work when will you update "hes not my boyfriend"

hiii!! thank u sm for supporting 🩷 i’m hoping to update by tomorrow, but if not luckily it’s spring break for me soooo it’ll be within the week for sure!

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theamarischapter · 21 days ago

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He’s Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 06; misunderstandings

a/n: so it's been literally forever! i'm literally so sorry but like i've been really unmotivated and also there's been a lot of school events (prom literally yesterday...) but i FINALLY got around to finishing this! working on the final chapter as we speak...anywho i hope y'all enjoy <3

new here? chapter 1 - previous: chapter 5

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 2.3k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: beomgyu knows he's being irrational, but he can't help it. he's always had a bad habit of acting out whenever he's hurt, so it's only natural that he'd avoid you.

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

The easiest way to get over something is to pretend it never happened! That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. Though, in reality, you’re so hyper-focused on pretending like everything is normal that you fail to notice yourself walking straight into a tall, dark-haired, muscular male—Choi Yeonjun. The impact forces you back into the present, where students bustle in the hallways and Beomgyu walks stiffly beside you, hands shoved into his pockets. You stumble backwards, but he’s quick to steady you as you fumble for words.

“Uh, sorry—“ you start, gaze avoiding Yeonjun and Beomgyu simultaneously. Beomgyu’s warm, gentle palm lingers carefully above your hip—does he even realize he’s doing that? Yeonjun’s gaze wanders down, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“No worries. Since when were you two dating? Could’ve sworn I heard you say he wasn’t your type.” He inquires, eyes gleaming with mischief. Where the hell did he hear that? Actually, since when did he pay attention to you? You laugh awkwardly, pulling away from Beomgyu as if suddenly embarrassed to be so close to him. His shoulders stiffen, fingers searching for something to fiddle with. Did you really say that about him?

“We’re not dating!” You correct. Beomgyu’s gaze narrows, flickering between you and Yeonjun. That response was a little too quick for his liking. Plus, you promised to keep up the prank at least until the end of the school day. What changed? “We were just pulling a prank on our friends. April Fool’s Day, remember?”

It goes quiet for a moment, the only noise being loud laughter and post-lunch gossip echoing through the crowded halls. The air is thick, as if they’re both waiting for you to say more. Right. You should probably also mention—

“Um…I don’t think I ever said he wasn’t my type, though.” You mumble, risking a glance at the ‘he’ in question. Beomgyu’s avoiding your gaze, hands shoved into his pockets. Great save. He looks totally pleased to hear that you, maybe, never said anything like that. You suppose you could’ve tried to sound more convincing.

“Mm. Must’ve been thinking of something else, then…” Yeonjun replies, shrugging before offering you a small wave. That was seriously all he had to say…? His eyes linger on Beomgyu, as though sizing him up. It’s times like these that you wish you had the ability to read minds. “Well, see ya.”

You nod slowly, unable to form any more words—whether that’s because you’re nervous or embarrassed, you can’t tell. Beomgyu huffs, his gaze a lot colder than you remember it last being. He runs a frustrated hand through his dark hair, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Uh, I should head to class. Don’t wanna be late.”

Weird, considering he didn’t care about being late earlier. You say nothing, instead just nodding like an idiot. Somehow, it feels like you’ve managed to ruin everything in the span of less than an hour. You figure, maybe (hopefully), things will be back to normal by tomorrow. His back is turned to you by the time you realize you have yet to say anything.

“Uh, see you later!” You call out, your voice a little too loud amidst the sudden quiet. He glances back at you, his expression unreadable, then looks away without a word, disappearing around the corner. Or, maybe you won’t see him, you guess. A cold dread settles in your stomach.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Looks like you’re back at square one. After everything, after he went out of his way to convince you to be friends, he’s the one choosing to stay away this time. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it’ll only hurt more in the end—if he wants to keep you, he’s making all the wrong choices. All because he’s hurt. Because he can’t face you and pretend to be normal. But maybe he can bury it all again with time. With space.

He’s such an idiot. You made yourself clear from the start. From middle school, even. You don’t like him, and you never will. He was stupid for getting his hopes up, for thinking that friendship might turn into more. For thinking that you might actually kiss him—god, why did he do that? He just had to go and make things weird and awkward and embarrassing. And then, of course, you went and reminded him that you don’t like guys like him. No, because he’s nothing like Yeonjun.

Beomgyu’s no love expert, but he could tell something was up when you bumped into Yeonjun. Your eyes darted around, unable to find a settling point. You moved away from Beomgyu, forgot he was even there. For about two minutes, Yeonjun was the center of your universe. You no longer cared to keep Beomgyu as your fake boyfriend—you hastily denied dating him, as though embarrassed about it. Would dating him be embarrassing? Not to mention, Yeonjun apparently heard you say Beomgyu wasn’t your type. Ouch. Had you really gone around telling people that? All while he’d been fighting a losing battle with his own feelings? If he’d known sooner, then maybe he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be sulking in bed, ignoring an unopened message from you.

‘hey, haven’t seen you in awhile. did something happen?’

It’s been a week since April Fool’s Day. And, in that week, he’s conveniently been around you less. Always a test to make up during lunch, or a club meeting, or studying. He’s avoided the places he knows you frequent—that one corner in the library, the vending machine near the gym, and the routes to your classes. He’s gone all the way around the building just to avoid crossing paths with you. He’s not ready yet, but he promises he’ll face you eventually. In time.

Honestly, he didn’t think you’d even notice. Or care. He figured he must not be very important in your life. You don’t care whether he’s around or not. But maybe you do, if the many messages you’ve sent are anything to go by.

‘are u mad at me?’

‘can we talk?’

‘im sorry’

Yikes. He feels bad now, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Well, not bad enough to suck his feelings up and face you. Not bad enough to type out a reply. But he does feel bad. He closes the messaging app, hoping that your texts might disappear the next time he opens it. He’s sure you’re only pretending, anyway. You couldn’t be actually sorry. You’re probably just putting in effort to save face. Beomgyu refuses to fall for it.

If you really cared, you’d be doing more to get to him. He rolls over, feeling a cold breeze over his face, the wind whispering through his curtains. Maybe he’ll feel less miserable after a nap.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

The weekend comes around again. Beomgyu intends to spend the day lounging around doing nothing, but he goes to the store to get some snacks first. When he returns home, he’s shocked to find you in his room. You’re standing there awkwardly, hands roaming curiously over the smooth, sturdy desk in the corner. You take a shaky breath, hoping to feel less suffocated by the cold air of his room. Your eyes trail along the floor, pausing when they find him. Time stops for a moment, all the words you’d carefully planned to say swiftly gone from your memory.

“Hey–” you start, voice dying once you register his confused, perhaps irritated expression.

“How did you get in here?” He asks, clearly not amused. He places his bag of snacks down, closing the door before moving closer to you. Your lips part as if to speak, but no words come out. You look away, eyes finding the dark, wooden floor beneath your feet. He calls your name, tone a little softer this time, ushering you to answer.

“Your mom let me in,” you mumble. He sighs, realizing that maybe he should’ve expected this. Maybe you care more than he thought you did. It’s quiet for a while, and you wonder if maybe he’s waiting for you to speak. Or maybe he’s processing things. Or maybe he’s so upset with you that he needs a moment to collect himself. You don’t know, and you’re too scared to look up at him and check.

“Why are you here?” His tone is gentler now, even if it’s lacking the care you’d like it to have. He still sounds so detached from you. Your heart sinks, eyes burning a little. You clear your throat, blinking rapidly in hopes of collecting your composure.

“Um, well, I wanted to talk,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. It’s like you're sharing a secret with him, something you don’t want to admit.

“About?” He asks, urging you to continue. He knows exactly what you want to talk about, yet he’s asking anyway. Maybe in hopes of avoiding the subject entirely.

“Well. I just wanna know if I’ve done something wrong,” you mumble, fingers pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie. You risk a glance at him, relieved to find that he, at least, doesn’t look mad anymore. His expression is soft, maybe a little confused.

Why do you sound so hurt? He realizes he’s been an idiot, finally. And he’s only now acknowledging that you do care. That he’s been hurting you for the past week. God, he wishes you wouldn’t look at him like that. It’s impossible to stay upset when you look so pretty and sad. Finally, he speaks, voice quiet and subdued. “You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s me.”

You frown, lips pursed as you find your words. You don’t remember anything you’d wanted to say earlier. Your voice is a little shaky, a testament to just how nervous you are. “Well, then…I just—I don’t really understand. What changed? I thought…you liked me.”

It was his idea to be friends, wasn't it?

“Nothing changed,” he whispers. “I do like you.”

For a moment, he pauses, noticing how those words sound a little too much like a love confession. Wait—did you mean like in a friendly way or a romantic way? Oh, shit. Maybe you meant the romantic way. “I mean—I did like you. In middle school.”

“What?” Now it’s your turn to be confused. Does he like you or not? He did? But he doesn’t anymore? So, then, does that mean he doesn’t want to be your friend? Beomgyu’s cheeks heat up—seriously, it’s like his hidden talent to mess up everything when it comes to you. Well, what’s said is said, so he should at least clarify.

“Um, I had a crush on you in middle school?” He mumbles, hoping maybe you won’t hear. His gaze snaps back up to your still conflicted expression. He’s quick to add on, “not anymore though!”

“I’m confused—” You say slowly, head tilting to the side. You’d never thought about it, but now that he mentions it… “You had a crush on me?”

“Yeah,” he nods, clearing his throat. Your heart flutters, a spark of hope igniting in your chest. He’s quick to blow it out. “But you have Yeonjun now. And I have Yeji.”

“Right,” you mutter. Of course, Yeji. How did you forget? Wait, did he say Yeonjun? Does he think you have a thing for Yeonjun? Okay, maybe you used to, but still. That was like…forever ago. Before you knew him. You think maybe you should clarify, but what would that change, anyway? He’s right. He has Yeji, so maybe you should find someone else to have, too. You don’t have Yeonjun yet, but you could. Besides, there are more important issues to address. “Why have you been avoiding me then?”

“I don’t know. Just…needed space. Or something,” he shrugs, glancing away from you. He knows you’re unsatisfied by his answer—he can tell by the way your eyes immediately narrow, a crease forming between your brows.

“Or something?” You repeat, urging him to say more. He huffs, eyes flickering between you and the posters on his wall. Truthfully, he has no excuse.

“Well…I didn’t want Yeji getting the wrong idea,” he lies. You fall silent for a moment, replaying a conversation from a few weeks ago, back when you first became friends. Wasn’t he the one who said to forget about the rumors?

“Let’s be friends. Who cares what anyone says?”

“I thought we agreed not to care—” You start, the faintest hint of frustration underlying your tone. His gaze snaps up, voice cutting yours off.

“We did. It’s just…y’know,” he mumbles. Yeah, unfortunately, you do know. Is it really so different just because it’s Yeji? If that’s the case, why’d he propose to do a dating prank like that in the first place? You sigh, nodding slowly.

“...yeah, okay,” you mutter, tone clipped. You look up into his eyes, letting your annoyance fade back into hurt. “I just wish you would’ve told me, I guess.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers. It’s impossible to stay upset with him when he’s so soft and pretty looking. Curse your stupid heart for having a soft spot.

“It’s alright,” you shrug, but your shoulders are tense. “Can we at least go back to normal now?”

You miss him. But, obviously, you’d die before telling him that. Especially after he was just talking about another girl. You almost feel a little embarrassed by your feelings.

He wishes he could say no. Wishes he could shut you out and hide until all his ugly, scary feelings go away forever. He thinks about the pain that will come if he agrees. But, unfortunately, you’re so sweet and kind—and you came all this way to talk to him—how could he ever say no? How could he shut you out, knowing how it affects you? He’d be evil. He nods, giving you a soft smile, even as his heart aches. You care, but that still doesn’t mean you like him back. You hadn’t said anything earlier when he mentioned Yeonjun.

It’s okay, though. If it makes you happy, he’ll stay around, even if it hurts. He’ll suffer if doing so makes you smile.

taglist: @whatblop, @innies-goth-gf, @woncheecks, @ewsnup, @etherealid7 <3

a/n: gyu being oblivious as always SMH. i really hope you guys enjoyed this and, again, i'm sorry for taking forever lol. luckily, next chapter will be the final one!!! as always, ty for ur support and patience (especially this time)! likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated! (≧∇≦)ﾉ <3

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theamarischapter · 1 month ago

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hey everyone!!!!! i know i’ve been inactive for a bit but it’s bc ive been busy with school smh… anyways. i PROMISE the next ch of my fic will be out soon so bare with me lol 😖 the procrastination demons are back at it again but im planning to be able to post the final parts relatively close together so that i can move onto more fun stuff for yall!!! i have many ideas waiting for me but i wanna finish up my current fic first.

ty for ur support and patience as alwaysss 🩷🩷

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theamarischapter · 2 months ago

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He’s Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 05; friends (?)

new here? chapter 1 - previous: chapter 4

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 3.3k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day) - FINALLY HERE!

warnings: none!

summary: a friendship blooms, but buried feelings crawl their way back to the surface. a harmless april fools prank turns out to be…not so harmless. your “indifference” is killing him.

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

You’ve discovered that Beomgyu is just as much of a nerd as Kai and Soobin. They play the same games and watch the same shows and gush over the same celebrities. You’ve gotten used to listening to him and Soobin argue over whatever game it is that they stay up until 2 AM playing. They’re always, undoubtedly, the loudest at your lunch table. Since the recent alliance, your friend groups have sorta merged. Which (of course) means that the teasing is annoying as ever, but at this point, it’s all white noise. Now, it’s Beomgyu who manages to be the biggest annoyance in your life—in an endearing way. You almost miss the time when he was the shy, quiet boy your friends shipped you with. Almost.

Jumbled conversation echoes through the cafeteria, overlapping the clatter of trays. Students crowd together around small tables, gossiping and laughing, while others keep to themselves. You sit beside Beomgyu, who, as per usual, has made it his mission to annoy you. He keeps poking your side. Each time, you flinch a little, swatting his hand away.

“Cut it out!” You yelp, suppressing small laughs. You find yourself amused despite the feigned annoyance. Beomgyu puts his hands up defensively, looking off to the side with a small smirk.

“What? I barely did anything,” he defends. His gaze returns to you, meeting your unimpressed expression. The corners of his lips pull into a guilty, upside-down smile. He always acts so innocent.

“Beomgyu.” You retort, tone unamused. You shake your head, rolling your eyes. His arms fall back to his side, a laugh escaping his lips. His joy, even when at your expense, is contagious—you have to suppress a smile.

“It’s funny, though…” He mumbles, looking away again. You raise an eyebrow at him, whipping your head from side to side as you look around the circular table—your friends are beside you, to the left, and his are next to him on the right. They’re all taking inconspicuous glances at you, not yet acknowledging the playful exchange happening.

“Really? ‘cause I don’t see anyone laughing,” you retort, glancing around again as if to make a point. He narrows his eyes at you, head tilting to the side.

“You were. Like five seconds ago,” he replies. His voice is flat, expression blank. You scoff, crossing your arms. That’s not fair, and he knows it.

“That doesn’t count. I’m ticklish,” you reply, shrugging. He hums in thought, shaking his head and nudging you with his elbow.

“You think it’s hilarious too,” he argues. “Just admit it.”

“Shut up,” you grumble. Sure, it’s a little funny, but not when he does it five million times! Besides, he only thinks it’s funny because of the way you react. For you, it’s just embarrassing—especially considering how his touch makes your heart flutter.

“You didn’t deny it,” he teases, leaning a little closer. Your heart skips a beat, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in your chest. You lean away, unable to make eye contact.

“You’re so annoying.” You mutter, shaking your head. You glance up, eyes meeting Chaewon’s. She has a small grin, eyes gleaming with amusement at your spectacle—and something else. Something that makes you shift nervously in your seat. “What?” You raise an eyebrow at her. She hums in delight, leaning her elbows on the table.

“You two are so cute!” She gushes. Before you can even begin to think of a retort, the rest of your friends are ganging up on you.

“You should just date already,” Yunjin teases, her dark eyes glistening with mischief.

“They probably are—they’re just too embarrassed to admit it,” Kai adds on, nudging Soobin to join in. Soobin hums in thought, smiling evilly. He opens his phone, showing off a blurry picture—you and Beomgyu, side by side, smiling together in a crowded hallway.

“I saw them walking together the other day,” Soobin explains, causing the table to erupt in gasps. Seriously, what era is this? You didn’t know being near a guy was so scandalous nowadays. Why does he even have that picture?

“You guys are so annoying. God forbid a girl and a guy be friends!” You retort, scoffing as you roll your eyes. You’re too preoccupied arguing to notice the odd expression on Beomgyu’s face.

His hands are on the table, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze fixated on everything but you. His throat feels tight, lungs small as he attempts to breathe. Why can’t he just be normal? His heart jumps every time someone mentions how cute you’d be together or how he’s basically your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand. He buried those feelings when he buried the old version of himself. That’s not him anymore. He doesn’t like you, he can’t like you. So, why does he feel this way now? It’s like a hurricane ripping through all of the flimsy defenses he’s held up thus far. He’s going insane, meanwhile, you sit there calmly denouncing even the idea of being with him. Which feels great, by the way.

“Beomgyu’s totally blushing,” Kai points out. Everyone’s gaze is suddenly on him, including yours. Yours. Oh god, what’s happening? He can’t breathe. His heart is suddenly beating out of his chest. This isn’t happening. Control yourself, Beomgyu. He scoffs, but it sounds more like a cough.

“Am not,” he mutters, but the shake in his voice isn’t helping his case much. Soobin laughs, eyes wide with amusement as he gasps.

“You’re totally in love.” He teases, which only causes Beomgyu’s face to get warmer. In love? Never. Never in a million years. You grimace, taking control of the situation before it gets out of hand.

“Ugh, you guys are so stupid,” you scoff. Luckily, the bell reverberates through the crowded space, ending the conversation with ease. You part ways, heading to class with your friends. Beomgyu can’t help but watch as you disappear into the crowd.

Was the idea really so stupid? Was it so unbelievable that he might like you? Or maybe it’s the other way around. Of course, nothing has changed since middle school. You’re still way out of his league. It makes sense that the idea of anything more than friends is a joke to you. It’s a joke to him, too. Totally. It’s hilarious!

He just needs to get himself together. Those feelings are only coming back because he’s around you again. It’s just nostalgia. Just a bad habit that he never got to break. He doesn’t like you! It’s just…the idea of everything. The idea of having a girlfriend. That’s why he always gets so flustered when your friends tease. It’s not because of you, right? It can’t be—that would be breaking his promise to himself.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Yeah, no. Something must be seriously wrong with him. How did his brain go from being completely normal to being a jumbled, confusing mess in seconds? He knows how, but he searches for a different answer nonetheless. He repeats to himself over and over that he likes Yeji, even if they haven’t talked in a while. He likes her, not you. Things are just getting mixed up. Any normal person would get flustered in this situation. Well, except for you. You never react. But that’s different! You’re just freakishly calm—underreacting, if you ask him. His reaction to the teasing is totally normal. So, no, he doesn’t like you. And, even if he did, he can’t allow the same thing to happen a second time. Not when he worked so hard to become your friend.

Why did he do that, anyway? No, no, no—don’t even go there, Choi Beomgyu. It’s normal to want to be someone’s friend! He feels sick to his stomach.

The next time he sees you, he feels himself spiraling. Your eyelashes are long and pretty, fluttering every time you blink. Your silky hair frames your delicate features. His eyes linger on your plush lips a little too long, then the pretty pink hue of your smooth cheeks. This is unfair. He worked so hard to move on, to accept that he couldn’t have you. He accepted that it was all in the past. He didn't have a chance, and that was okay!

Then again, that was before everything. Before he was someone in your life, before you started calling him Gyu in that sweet, familiar tone. Maybe he can indulge his feelings this time. He’s a better person now. You’re friends already. What's the harm? The feelings are going to eat away at him anyway. It’s better he just acknowledges the facts—he likes you, and no amount of denial will stop it.

That said, your indifference might. You deny everything so casually. He’ll subtly lean closer or brush fingers with you, and you don’t react. In fact, you look at him like he’s crazy. It’s making him remember exactly why he wanted to avoid catching feelings again. You don’t like him.

At least, in his perspective, you don’t. But he can’t read your mind. He doesn’t know that your heart jumps whenever he touches you. He doesn’t see the way you scramble to steel your expression whenever he gets a little too close. He’s too in his head to notice the way your voice trembles whenever you tell him to knock it off. It’s not that you don’t like him. He’s just conditioned himself to interpret everything you do as friendly, or as his stupid heart playing tricks on him. You’re blushing because you’re uncomfortable, not flustered. You’d never be flustered because of him.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

The end of March is fast approaching, which also means April 1st is coming up—April Fool’s Day. Beomgyu has the perfect idea for a silly little prank. Something totally innocent and unrelated to the all-consuming feelings currently overwhelming his heart. He sighs, sprawled across his unmade bed sheets as he stares at your contact. His heart beats a little quicker at the notion of messaging you, but he manages to settle on a simple message.

gyu 🧸: hi i have an idea

You respond quickly, almost too quickly. His heart jumps when he sees the three little dots flickering.

you: what is it gyu 🧸: a prank for april fools you: omg yes

Well, that was easy. Then again, you’re probably only agreeing because you think it’s something typical. You know, stuff besides pretending to date your friend.

gyu 🧸: i didnt even tell u what the idea is yet you: okay so tell me 🙄 gyu 🧸: well since we get shipped i thought it’d be funny if we pretended to date

There’s no immediate response this time. His heart drops, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. A minute passes, then two, and then his hands are trembling over the keyboard as he panics to type out something to redeem himself. You must think he’s crazy and weird. Of course, that was dumb. It’s a dumb idea, and you wouldn’t—his phone buzzes.

you: omg wait that’s hilarious 😭 they’re gonna freak out 💀 im in gyu 🧸: okay

He blinks, shakily putting his phone down. You actually agreed. He rereads the message just to ensure that he read it right. You’re in. You think it’s hilarious. Maybe he wishes you didn’t find it funny, though. This is definitely a horrible idea. He’s asking to get hurt—but whatever! He gets to call you his for a day, even if it’s pretend. He gets to be close in the way he’s yearned to for years (technically). He feels knots forming in his stomach just thinking about it…

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You’ve spent days preparing to successfully carry out this prank with Beomgyu. It’s no fun if it’s obvious you’re messing with them, so the build-up is important. You started resisting the teasing less, sitting a little closer, wearing matching bracelets—you even posted a faceless picture of him on your close friends. You’re seriously dedicated to this…Beomgyu might actually combust. He knows it’s pretend, but that doesn’t stop his poor heart from pounding wildly. When the day finally comes, he’s grateful that you think his flustered expression is just spectacular acting.

How else was he supposed to react when you suddenly grabbed his hand? His fingers twitch in your grasp, and for a split second, he wonders if you can feel his pulse racing through his palm.

Chaewon is the first to see you two entering school hand-in-hand; usually, you meet her in the morning since you have first period together. She gasps loudly, hands flying over her lips as if she’s just witnessed the biggest plot twist of the year. It’s honestly endearing how happy she looks for you. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she hurries over, practically skipping. She says your name in disbelief, eyes darting between you both, then down to your interlocked hands.

“Is this what I think it is?” She squeals when you nod and pull Beomgyu a little closer without warning. Oh, he is not going to survive today. His heart does backflips, his eyes trained on you. You’re calm as ever—at least, on the surface

“Surprise.” You laugh, letting out a shaky breath. Your heart is beating unreasonably fast. You remind yourself that this is all a prank. He has Yeji—at least, he did last you checked. Then again, he’s here pretending to be your boyfriend. Sure, it technically means nothing, but it’s still a little odd. If they were really in any sort of relationship—be it a talking stage or more—would he be playing this game with you? The thought lingers, unsettling and unspoken.

“I knew it,” Chaewon says, smiling proudly. “All along. You two are so obvious.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, rolling your eyes. Obvious? Well, of course, she’s only talking about the past week. You aren’t obvious about anything because you don’t actually like him.

The rest of your friends react in a similar manner. Yunjin finds out through Chaewon and promptly blows up your phone in the middle of class. She catches you during passing period and is gushing, making way too much noise considering how early it is. Soobin and Kai see him walking you to third period and are immediately on your case.

“Wait—isn’t it April Fools, though?” Soobin asks. He narrows his eyes, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Yeah, so what?" Beomgyu shoots back, a little too quickly. A little too defensively.

“I don’t believe it,” Soobin replies, shrugging.

“Well, no one’s begging you to. She’s my girlfriend,” he retorts. Your heart flutters at his declaration. It almost feels real for a second, like he’s really claiming you. You smile, clinging to his arm casually.

“Couple goals,” Kai teases, laughing. Beomgyu smiles wider than he should, shaking his head. The warning bell urges you to hurry up, so you part ways with Soobin and Kai. As you enter the class, you catch his gaze lingering—like he’s waiting for something. You look away without a word, quietly taking your seat.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Lunchtime comes around quickly, but today, your friends have decided to eat outside. The sun hangs high, fluffy clouds drifting through the sky. A slow breeze contrasts the warmth of the sun, rustling the trees. Ironically, it’s you and Beomgyu who are the first to show up at the table. He’s beside you, his shoulder brushing yours—he’s close. Too close, considering your friends aren’t here yet. There’s no reason to pretend. Your heart stutters when he quietly, mindlessly reaches an arm around you—for a moment, you think maybe one of your friends is approaching, but they’re not. His head turns toward you, eyes narrowed as if he’s searching for something in your expression. Why is he staring so hard? You clear your throat and return to scrolling on social media. This is fine. You have no problem being close to him, he’s your friend. He calls your name, the sound so gentle it makes your heart stop.

“Hm?” You look up, putting your phone down. You wonder if he can hear just how fast your heart is beating. You hate it. You wish he’d stop playing with your heart like this.

He’s not quite sure what he’s thinking, honestly. Maybe he spent too much time in class fantasizing about being your real boyfriend—feeling your soft lips against his, getting to hold you whenever. You’ve done a good job being his fake girlfriend. Perhaps that’s why he forgets about everything. He forgets that you don’t like him, that you’re out of his league.

You’re still close, and there’s a glimmer of something in your eyes as they connect with his. It’s electric, sparking something new within him. Within you, too. Your body moves on its own, leaning into his touch. He figures it’s okay. A pretend kiss for his pretend girlfriend—just this once. His fingers flex at his side, his shaky breaths brushing across your face. He knows he shouldn’t, knows he’ll regret it, but you’re looking at him like that, with wide, glimmering eyes and already parted lips. Suddenly, it’s impossible to stop himself. His eyelashes flutter as he glances down at your inviting lips, the scent of your sweet perfume drifting in the breeze. Time seems to stretch, each second feeling like hours. Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to pull him a little closer. He almost feels like he’s dreaming.

And then, you’re pulling away. You gently tug out of his embrace, but the hesitation is there—a weird look in your eyes. Hurt, maybe. His warmth lingers on your skin. Your lips part like you might say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, you laugh. To him, it sounds uncomfortable, but you know just how pained it sounds. You almost let that happen. You almost forgot what day it was. April Fool’s.

“Gyu, that’s not funny.” You mumble, averting your gaze. You almost lost control. You almost let your heart slip out of your careful grasp. Shame burns in his throat, his chest tightening as humiliation washes over him. He wants to disappear. He knew none of this would end well, but he went through with it anyway. And now it’s too late to take things back—if only he would’ve just taken a second longer to actually think. It’s almost painful how much you obviously don’t like him. You think he’s a joke.

It’s obvious—but only when ignoring a few key details. Namely, the fact that you did lean in, for just a moment, before realizing what was happening. Of course, it must’ve been some weird prank he was trying to pull on you, and you almost fell for it. You refuse to be humiliated today. You don’t need—or want—to hear him laugh in your face and remind you that it’s pretend. More importantly, you don’t need anything to fuel the feelings brewing in your chest. You know just how bad one kiss could ruin things. It’d be impossible to stay in denial any longer.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, looking away. You’ve given him an easy out, even if the words sound stiff on his tongue. “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

You manage a laugh, gently smacking his shoulder. He hates how you can just play it off, how you can act so normal as if it was all nothing. He thinks, maybe, it was—to you, at least. He’s a complete moron—he’s probably just ruined the rest of the entire day. “You’re so annoying,” you whine, masking the ache in your heart with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, laughing as well. Though his laugh is a lot softer, tinged with melancholy as he looks away. Would it be stupid to cry over something so trivial? Probably. He’s not going to, anyway. Not in front of you, at least.

Maybe it’s about time to stop the prank.

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a/n: yayyy! these two can never just be chill i guess. like...they always gotta have something going on. anyways, i hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! only 2 - 3 chapters left omg. as always, ty for ur support and patience! likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated! (≧∇≦)ﾉ <3

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He's Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 04; avoidance

new here? chapter 1 - previous: chapter 3

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 2.9k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: ummm not proofread lols! idk why i even keep this here tbh i never have warnings

summary: beomgyu is inexplicably frustrated. at first he thought maybe he was crazy, but no, you're avoiding him! why? he decides to confront you.

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

You want to bash your head into the wall. The teasing has been especially bad this week; random people keep asking if you’re dating! Or, your friends will say something dumb and then someone turns their head in surprise, assuming you have a boyfriend—which you don’t. This must be some sick prank, seriously. You walk to class, shoving through the people who walk with no awareness of the people behind them. You sigh, bringing a hand to your temple to soothe the dull ache between your eyes. You scan the crowd, gaze involuntarily settling on him. Great. The last person you want to see right now—though, you’re unsure why, really. It’s not his fault that everyone’s been bugging you recently. Your ears isolate his voice, amplifying it through the loud conversation echoing throughout the halls. You blast your music, drowning out the sound. It’s always Beomgyu this, Beomgyu that, Beomgyu—

Oh god. He’s looking at you.

Will you be late for class if you go the other way? Most definitely. Does that mean you’re going to turn back around and face him? Absolutely not. One tardy won’t kill you. Neither will a few extra steps… right? A few minutes late isn’t that bad. You ignore the smile he casts you, which turns into a frown. His wide eyes follow you as you disappear, shoulders sagging just a little before he looks away.

Maybe you’re being dramatic. It’s not like being around him will kill you—you were literally at the movies together a few days ago. Yet, somehow, your feet always move the other way before you can give it much thought. It’s only because of the gossip, though! You don’t need everyone seeing you around him. You don’t need more people to think you’re dating. Plus, you don’t want Yeji to get the wrong idea—if she wants Beomgyu, she can have him! It’d end the shipping and Beomgyu obviously likes her, anyway. He practically forgot you existed the second she came around. You have no other reason to avoid him. None at all.

That tight, suffocating feeling in your chest means nothing.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Did he do something…? Every time he sees you, you look away and walk in the other direction. When he enters a space, you’re suddenly leaving it. You got along so well a few days ago, so what the hell happened!? He was making you laugh, conversing regularly, and spending time with you willingly. And now, well, you’re back to normal…technically. You two were never friends, but still, is he wrong for thinking things would change? You even gave him your number.

It’s not like it matters anyway. You were probably just being nice. He’s stupid for even caring so much. Things are normal. Nothing has changed—but that is exactly the problem! They should’ve changed. Or, maybe he’s misinterpreting things? God, his head hurts. Somehow, you always have a way of making him feel guilty, even when he’s done nothing. He’s gone through every minute of last weekend over and over again, and he still can’t figure out what changed between the time you got ice cream to the time you left.

Maybe you aren’t upset at all. You could just be shy, even if that is…completely unlike you. You were fine talking to him—you’re also known for being quite outgoing. Uh, well, he can dwell on that more later! The point is, maybe you’re waiting for him to do something first. That must be it, right? You gave him your number for a reason. He might as well send a message. Just to…see what’s up.

He finds the time—or, rather, the courage—to send a message on his walk home. The leaves rustle in the breeze, sparse sunlight reflecting against his phone screen. He sighs, eyes trained on the blinking cursor, urging him to fill in the empty text box. His fingers hover over the keys. Just be casual, Beomgyu. No need to overthink this.

‘hi’

It’s not bad. It’s just…lacking.

‘hey, u good?’

Um. That makes it sound like he did something. But also, why would he assume you’re not?

‘hey! had fun the other day. hope ur good’

Ew. Cringe. When did texting get this hard?

‘hey, how r u?’

Yeah, no. That sounds stupid in text form.

‘did i do something’

Too direct? Yeah. Definitely.

‘hey’

Welp, whatever. He’ll be here for ages if he doesn’t just send the stupid message. So he presses send and shuts off his phone.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

He’s checked his phone at least ten times in the last fifteen minutes. He’s met with the same thing every time—delivered. You must be busy, or something. Or, your phone could be dead—or maybe you just forgot to respond! His stomach twists. It’s no big deal. At least, not until he sees you at school the next day. On your phone. He feels a dull pang in his chest. The message is still left on delivered, the word taunting him.

He sits at his desk, mind far away from the world. His phone buzzes—finally. He unlocks it so fast he nearly drops it. A YouTube notification stares back at him. His eyes linger on the flashy title, grip tightening on the phone. Why does he even still have notifications on for this stupid app? He sighs, placing it back on the desk, face down this time. He’s supposed to be taking notes. Though, at this point, he’s missed half of the lecture already. He’s too busy thinking about you.

It’s obvious now. All the little things adding up, all of the almosts. Nothing is coincidental. You didn’t miss him waving at you. You didn’t just happen to be going in the complete opposite direction to class. You didn’t just suddenly have somewhere to go when he came up to you and Kai. You didn’t suddenly change your mind about wanting a drink from the vending machine right before he walked over to use it—he heard you complaining about being thirsty during P.E.

And, unless he somehow texted the wrong number… your phone works just fine.

Why are you avoiding him? All that awkward tension dissipated a few days ago. He felt comfortable, and you seemed to feel the same way. But, maybe the shipping is getting to you? It’s kinda annoying, yeah. But…annoying enough to ghost him? Maybe this doesn’t really count as ghosting—you have to actually have some sort of relationship for that to happen. Either way, it’s gone on long enough. If you don’t want to be his friend, just say that! He won’t be hurt—at least, he’ll pretend not to be. It’s not like you can wound his pride more than you already have, knowingly or not. He refuses to chase any longer. Especially someone he just wants to be friends with!

He’s made up his mind. He’s never been more grateful to share a class with Yunjin, one of your closest friends. He catches her as she’s packing up her things.

“Hey, Yunjin.” He mumbles, clearing his throat. God, this is a terrible idea. Here’s one way to show the world how much you totally don’t like the girl you get shipped with! Kai will never let him hear the end of it if he finds out what he’s doing right now. She casts him a warm smile, bright eyes glimmering with curiosity as she tilts her head.

“Hey. Need something?” She zips up her bag, looking expectantly into his eyes. This is so dumb. Why’d he convince himself this was a good idea? He barely knows Yunjin, as nice as she’s being right now—she’s probably weirded out. “...Beomgyu?”

Crap. He parts his lips, floundering for some way to make his request sound less…incriminating. Ergo, he already knows she’s going to tease to no end. “Uh, it’s, well…It’s y/n.”

The sides of his face are burning. He’s definitely giving Yunjin all of the wrong ideas. He can tell by the overly pleased smile on her face, the way she’s suddenly more interested than ever in what he has to say. “Really? What about her?”

“It’s not like that! I–I just need to talk to her.” He shifts his weight, gaze wandering through the emptying classroom as though considering an escape. He hates this.

“Mm…so what do you need my help for? Can’t you talk to her yourself?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. She’s enjoying this way too much.

“Yeah, but… um. I think she’s avoiding me.” He mumbles, face getting even hotter. Especially when he glances up, only to find her smile widening. Trying to make a friend shouldn’t be this humiliating…

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” She teases, maintaining the same, wide smile. She laughs a little when Beomgyu huffs, frowning. His hands grip the hem of his sleeves.

“I don’t know, can you just—help me? Please.” He replies, exasperated. Yunjin sighs, finally taking him seriously. She throws her bag over her shoulder, shrugging.

“Okay, fine. What d’you need me to do?” She ushers him to walk, so he does, following her out of class.

“Um…just tell her to meet you after school. I’ll, uh, handle the rest.” He looks away. Yunjin is already pulling out her phone, typing out a message. Well damn, that was fast.

“Alright, I can do that. Meet where?” She glances up, waiting for his reply. He blinks, mind blanking for a moment. He, honestly, hadn’t even thought that far. He clears his throat, going with the first thing to pop into his mind.

“Just out front. Um, and then I’ll show up, so. You don’t have to actually meet her.” He mumbles, watching as she types some more. His heart lurches. Shit. He’s really doing this.

“M’kay, done. Good luck! I hope she says yes.” She smiles teasingly, and Beomgyu doesn’t have the energy to correct whatever assumptions she’s made.

“Yeah. Thanks…” He nods, watching her disappear into the crowd of students. Well, no going back now. The hallways feel smaller, the air heavier, as he makes his way to class. He barely hears the chatter around him as he walks. What the hell is doing?

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

There you are, leaning against the wall, gaze focused on your phone. Your eyes connect with his, and for a moment it feels like all the air is being sucked from his lungs. Maybe he should’ve just taken the hint—left you alone. Would that have been better? Yeah. But he shouldn’t have to guess what you want. He shouldn’t have to read between the lines to figure out if he’s done something wrong. He’s already committed to this, and he doesn’t plan on letting you escape this time. You push off the wall, feet moving faster than your brain. Yunjin was taking forever, anyway, so you’ll just have to hope that whatever she wanted to meet you for wasn’t too important.

He takes long strides, fingers wrapping gently around your wrist to stop you.

“Y/N, wait—” He huffs, clearing his throat. You stare at him wide-eyed, cheeks a faint shade of pink. Well, this is great. Somehow, you hadn’t anticipated that he’d approach you so directly. His heart pounds against his ribcage, words wobbly. “Hey, um. Did you get my text? I’m worried I got the wrong number…”

His careful eyes observe you, searching for any hint of anything. Anger, disgust, hurt… You look away, pulling your wrist from his grasp. Well, this is awkward. You did, in fact, get the text message. Yesterday. You muster a smile and a painfully forced laugh.

"Oh!" You hesitate, fingers tightening around the strap of your backpack. "Yeah. I saw it, I just…I don’t know. I guess I forgot to reply. Sorry."

“No, it’s okay!” It’s really not. You just ‘forgot,” meanwhile he was checking his phone every five minutes for a reply. He straightens, hesitating for just a moment before forcing himself to speak. “Um—well, I was…I was just wondering if we could hang out.”

“Oh.” You hesitate. “I don’t know if—”

“There’s a cafe nearby. It’s really good!” He cuts you off, sensing the oncoming rejection through your tone of voice alone. His head perks up, eyes looking into yours. He’s grasping at straws, trying to think up something to get your attention for more than a minute. “I’ll pay.”

“Beomgyu—” You start, chest tight. There’s no real excuse to reject his offer. God, you wish he’d stop looking at you like that—wide, pleading eyes, brows pulled together like you’re important. Like you matter. You wonder how anyone could ever say no to him. Uh, wait, no—not him specifically, just…a gaze like that.

“Please?” He asks, voice a little softer. Wow. You should probably feel embarrassed by how quickly one simple word can change your mind. Suddenly, you’re more than happy to go! Only because he’s making you feel bad…

“...Okay.” You relent, nodding with a small sigh.

The walk there is silent, but Beomgyu doesn’t dare risk scaring you off somehow. It took a lot to even convince you to come along…he doesn’t need to give you a reason to scurry away again. As for Yunjin, you felt relieved to know that she didn’t need to meet you, after all. A dainty bell jingles overhead as you enter the cafe. The space is lit with warm lights, the scent of coffee wafting through the air. Quiet music plays overhead, the sound of subdued chatter floating through the warm space. You follow him to a small table tucked in the corner, taking a seat across from him. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring, but you certainly do. Your heart jumps before you clear your throat, shifting in your seat and adjusting your sweater. His words itch at the back of his throat, fingers tapping against the wooden table.

“Did I do something?” He blurts out, voice cutting through the tension. Fuck. That was way too blunt. His face goes red, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I mean, like, it feels like you’re avoiding me?”

God. He hates how pathetic he sounds. So much for trying to not scare you away.

“Um…no?” You reply, frowning a little bit. Did you make it that obvious?

“No what?” He asks, head tilting.

“Well, you didn’t do anything.” You mumble. His expression manages to make you feel guilty for withholding information. His wide, dejected gaze staring into yours. Your heart softens, and so does your voice. “But, uh…I guess—I didn’t want to fuel the rumors, y’know? So…”

So yeah, you did avoid him.

“I see.” He slumps in his seat, gaze moving down to his hands. His fingers clasp together, like he’s bracing himself. He swallows, jaw flexing.

“I mean, I didn’t think you’d…care.” You add on, hoping to see some shift in his sullen expression. Instead, it just hardens, his face going blank. Your heart aches, lips pursing. You messed up.

“I don’t.” He replies, his voice detached. He doesn’t care. Why would he?

The server finally comes by to interrupt the excruciatingly suffocating tension. One more second and you might’ve tried to merge with the chair you’re sitting in. Beomgyu keeps his eyes steady on the menu in front of him, hating the way his voice shakes as he places his order. The server walks away with a cheerful smile, a small bounce in her step as she maneuvers through the small cafe. He sighs, finding his voice again.

“So…it’s just because of the rumors?” He asks, risking a glance up to you again. You're staring at him, a small crease between your eyebrows. You look away when his gaze meets yours, fingers pulling at your sleeves.

“I guess.” You shrug. Somehow, you can’t bring yourself to lie. Not completely. Deep down, you know it’s not just the rumors. There’s something else there, too. An unfamiliar, bitter feeling brewing beneath the surface.

“You guess.” He repeats, nodding with pursed lips. You’ve managed to make things worse. Congrats!

“Well—” You attempt to backtrack, but he stops you.

“You can just tell me if you don’t want to be friends. I’m not made of glass.” His voice is cold, but you can sense the vague hurt lingering beneath the surface. It’s in his eyes. He grips the edge of the table a little too tight, his breaths uneven.

“I do, it’s just–” You try again. Still, he wants none of it.

“Y/n.” Your heart jumps at his sudden use of your name. He says it so softly, yet so firmly that it destroys all your walls at once. Your face heats up a little, gaze connecting with his.

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“I really like you—as a person.” He looks away, lips parted silently as he takes a short breath. “And, I guess…I just- I want to be friends. Am I so wrong for that? Who cares about some dumb ship name?”

His gaze is intense, eyes shimmering, pleading with you to understand. He’s right. At the end of the day, it’s all just a stupid joke. You’re letting something so irrelevant control your life and your decision-making, when really…

“I like you too. As a person.” You finally reply, smiling softly. But even as you say it, something twists in your chest. It’s the truth—at least, part of it. The words settle awkwardly on your tongue, like they don’t quite fit.

“Then…let’s be friends. Who cares what anyone says? They’ll tease, anyway. Whether we’re friends or not.” He smiles, leaning over the table, offering his hand to you. You stare at it for a moment, briefly admiring how soft it looks—that’s not important right now.

“...Yeah. Okay.” You nod, taking his hand in yours and shaking it gently. His warmth lingers after the fact, your hand tingling as you suppress the warmth threatening to overtake your body.

You shouldn’t be so happy over something so small. But you are. And that scares you.

taglist: @whatblop, @innies-goth-gf, @woncheecks, @ewsnup <3

a/n: she's finally here!!! i finally escaped the procrastination demons...anyways. after some revisions to my original plan for the fic and combining some chapters, im estimating about 4 more left! we'll see though. i hope you enjoyed this chapter!! comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thx for your patience! (>_0) ♡

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hello all!!! just an update so yk im not dead or anything 😖 next chapter of he’s not my bf! will be out this weekend (hopefully). my week has been quite hectic even tho im literally on break. and unfortunately my sports season started a while ago (yes it’s unfortunate) so i have less time to have hobbies BUT ive been working on the chapter i promise 🙂‍↕️ c.ai also has me in a chokehold recently (my user is the same on there if u wanna find me) so i keep procrastinating…but i promise have the whole chapter planned i just need to actually write it 😭

anyway! stay tuned and ty for ur patience as always xo

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I LOVE ANGST!!! But how angst is your angst 😭 please tell me there is a happy ending after the angst because there was once I read a super angst series of fics and there was no happy ending so I was so sad and wanted to bash my head against the wall… like I literally needed days to recuperate after that 😩 please don’t break my fragile heart too much okie hehe!!

Your fic ideas sounds so good already I can’t wait!! BUTTTT ROYALTY AU OMGGGG PLEASEEEEE!!! I’m a sucker for fics like that you have no idea!! Your description of gyu is spot on, I LOVE desperate gyu too 😭 if you can, you can write the royalty AU fic first after He’s Not My Boyfriend is over!! And don’t have to worry too much about writing about gyu again, THERE IS NEVER TOO MUCH GYU!!!

Once again, thank you so much for your brain and your talent 💙 can’t wait for the next chapter of He’s Not My Boyfriend!!

haha tyyyy!!!! 🩷 i promise my angst is never TOO angsty bc i have a weak heart and i love gyu too much like…i’ve read fics where gyu is a horrible person but i still want y/n to forgive him because it’s gyu! im so weak for that man it’s crazy… so, i always have to give a happy ending bc me and u are one in the same bestie. i can’t stand a sad ending for him, like noooo pleasseee be happy 😖

i actually have some of the royalty fic written since it was an idea based on a poem i wrote a long time ago titled “my love whom i’ve never loved before” (hehe a little spoiler for the plot line). BUT i do have a happy ending planned unlike the ending of the poem i wrote…

here’s a little preview if u wanna read! maybe you can even guess how the story might go ~

The sun peeks through the lavish windows as you sit at the familiar breakfast table. Your father, the King, and your mother, the Queen, each sit at their respective ends of the table. Your brother, Soobin, is across from you, and the servants linger in the corners of the well-decorated room, waiting to grant any wishes that may come from their nobles. Despite the comfort you find in the familiar room, it seems eerily quiet. Something in your gut gnaws at you, and you glance around the table, your eyes falling on the discomposed expression on your father’s face. Your heart rate increases, and suddenly you feel queasy as your father dismisses the servants, waving them out of the room. They oblige, obediently exiting in a straight line. Finally, the silence is broken by your father’s unwavering voice.

“We’re marrying you to Prince Beomgyu.” He announces, his tone cold and final. The words hit your heart like a meteor, crushing it into tiny little pieces. Your throat closes up, and it takes a moment for you to acknowledge exactly what that means–the tantalizing promise of finding true love is being swiped away right before your eyes. You knew not to trust your parents when they said they’d allow you to choose. You knew this would happen yet you had still found yourself fantasizing about what it must be like to fall so deeply in love with someone and marry them. The room closes in on you and suffocates you until it’s hard to breathe. After what feels like decades, you muster the willpower to speak.

“Is this decision…final?” You ask, your voice trembling ever so slightly. Despite the circumstances and the fact that your parents have already proved their lack of care for your feelings, you still cling to some deluded hope. Your father shifts his weight in his seat, setting his fork down as he looks at you with a domineering glare.

“No, we are planning to meet today to negotiate before we finalize anything. King Jiwon and Prince Beomgyu will be visiting while we sort things out.” He discloses, albeit begrudgingly. His tone of voice and the way he glares at you are almost enough to blow out the wavering flame of hope you had barely managed to hold onto. You don’t say anything for a while, staring at the lavish food that sits on your plate, barely eaten. You keep a blank expression, internally fighting away your angry, disappointed, and hurt tears. How could they do this to you? They know how much you hated the idea of an arranged marriage; they promised they would let you find someone on your own– so long as they approved of them. Your mother notices your silence, and her face twists into a confused expression.

“What’s wrong? You seem upset.” She asks, which only hurts you more. She knows what’s wrong, yet she thinks pretending will get you to be any less hurt. When you continue to stay silent, she lets out an annoyed huff. It’s obvious she wants to say more. After a beat of silence, she speaks again, “You have no right to be upset. If you care about your kingdom you will make the sacrifices necessary, and if you don’t, you will have no place in our family.”

You feel a rage brewing within you, but you do your best to conceal it; you’ve learned not to disrespect your parents. It’s been incessantly drilled into your head since birth. You take a deep breath, forming your sentences as respectfully as you can muster, “I think it’s only right for me to feel disappointed if you’re taking my freedom of choice in regards to something that is this important to me.” You say, an undertone of strong vitriol clear in your voice.

“We aren’t taking anything—stop being a brat.” Your father cuts in, his voice now more commanding and angry. “If anything, you should be grateful that we chose Prince Beomgyu out of all your possible suitors.” He says, as if that somehow changes the fact that you’re being forced to marry a man you don’t love. Yes, you are fond of Prince Beomgyu, and he’s sweet– but you don’t like him like that; he is simply an old friend to you.

it’s a little heavy right off the bat! and it gets worse later bc of beomgyu’s differing opinion on the marriage…

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the urge to start writing 3 fanfics at once like UGHHH i have too many ideas someone save me… yall aren’t ready for the angst im gonna write after “he’s not my boyfriend!” is finished 😖

not to spoil but i have one inspired by phoebe bridgers’ music… there’s also some adrienne lenker. playlist is fire tho

i know the end, scott street, demi moore, waiting room, anything, not a lot just forever… yea

then there’s also golden retriever boy gyu x black cat reader except gyu gets hurt bc reader is kind of a shitty person who always pushes everyone away and ends up alone…

and lastly a royalty au, arranged marriage, unrequited love and desperate gyu…but reader falls for him eventually ok !!! so i guess he fell first she fell harder

umm i guess i just have an obsession with heartbroken gyu idk unfortunately my weakness is pretty boys crying (not in a weird way i swear…). but also worried ppl are gonna get sick of gyu fics but like i swear it happens against my will 🙁 like great fic idea! omg gyu would be perfect!! yk? anyways im yapping and probably no one will even read this…but if u did thanks! and i guess u can lmk which fic u wanna see most (once im done with my ongoing fic)

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Conquering Cupid ➳❥

a/n: beomgyu isn't technically cupid exactly, but he's a love fairy! i wanted to write something for valentine's day and this idea came to me when i was, funnily enough, playing the dti (roblox) valentine's day quest LOL. also kinda inspired by royale high... anyway, hope you guys like it! i was literally fighting for my life to finish this semi-on time... happy valentines day! <3

pairing: fairy!beomgyu x fairy!reader

w/c: 4.3k

genre: fluff, fantasy au (a magic academy), one-shot, strangers/acquaintances to lovers, (past) heartbreak

warnings: beomgyu is a stubborn idiot, not proofread b/c im lazy

summary: the love fairy, a charming but mischievous boy, seems to avoid love at all costs, leading you on a mission to capture his heart and uncover the mystery. the closer you get, the more he pulls away—ironic, isn't it? a love fairy who "despises" love.

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

All love fairies take pride in who they are—to gift love is a magical and honorable responsibility. But one particular love fairy seems to disagree: Beomgyu.

Perhaps you’re overthinking it, but it’s hard to ignore the way he actively avoids love. He dodges affection like an arrow gone astray, charming yet distant, admired yet untouched. You, for example, have spent an embarrassing amount of time admiring from afar, which is how you’ve come to notice this odd behavior—the way he dodges using his spells and magic, steering clear of anything love-related.

But why?

Well, naturally, it’s now your duty to do the impossible—love the unlovable, and beat the love fairy at his own game.

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Step 1: Befriend him

It should be a simple task, right? He’s already quite outgoing and friendly—easy to approach, easy to talk to. You’re sure he has plenty of friends, so what’s one more?

Besides, fate seems to be rooting for you. The dean—Mrs. Elderose—personally requested that you tutor the boy. It’s a perfect opening to get to know him and hang out alone, where he feels less pressured to uphold a facade of upbeat charm. The only problem? He’s already ten minutes late. Your leg bounces incessantly beneath the table, fingers idly fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket. Your eyes periodically glance around the vast school library, where towering bookshelves line the walls and warm lights hang from the domed ceiling, illuminating the golden engravings on each book. Hushed voices blend with the gentle flutter of wings, barely audible beneath the whisper of a calm breeze, which reaches you through the slightly ajar window to your right. Carrying the crisp scent of pine, it drifts in from the endless woodland beyond. Your gaze lingers there, admiring the warm hues of the sunset sky as they color the landscape. Beomgyu still has yet to arrive.You should’ve known he’d skip. With a resigned sigh, your hands move to pack up the scattered pencils and notebooks you had out. Just as you’re haphazardly stuffing your bag with the first notebook, a teasing voice interrupts your thoughts.

“What’s the rush? Waiting for someone?” Beomgyu’s bright expression comes into view as you turn your head towards his voice. He’s smirking, one corner of his lips tilted upwards as his deep brown eyes, hidden behind light bangs, gleam with mischief. “Honestly, I wasn’t gonna show up—but Mrs. Elderose dragged me here after she saw me trying to leave.”

You offer a laugh, purely out of awkward pity. Honestly, you’re not that amused. He just told you to your face that he doesn’t want to be here. Then again, you can’t really blame him. If the dean forced you to get tutoring, you wouldn’t be very eager either.

“Well…I’m glad you made it.” You smile, and for a moment his expression falters. His smirk falls; he looks almost surprised by how earnest you sound. Subconsciously, he’d assumed you were as unwilling as he was to be here in the library. But it seems you feel the opposite way—you want to be around him. It shouldn’t be such a revolutionary idea—there are plenty of people who like having him around. So, what’s with the weird warmth spreading through his chest at your comment? Why is he happy that you want him around? He doesn’t even know you yet, but he feels drawn to you in a familiar, unreasonable way—one he refuses to acknowledge... He won’t hurt himself again.

“You shouldn’t be.” He mutters, huffing out a small laugh in an attempt to regain his composure. Usually, he has more control over himself, but his defenses seem to naturally crumble at your genuine compassion. With a quiet breath, he plops into the seat beside you, slouching. “I’m a waste of time.”

You frown, head tilting to the side. Beneath the layers of playfulness, you sense something genuine in his statement. “I disagree.” You say quietly, opening one of your notebooks. “I mean—I wouldn’t be here if that were true.”

“You’ll see soon. I have no intention of improving, anyway.” He replies, looking away from you. There’s a thoughtful expression on his face, his gaze captivated by the smooth, dark wooden table. You’re tempted to outright ask all of your questions, but refrain—there’s no rush.

Love requires patience.

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Step 2: Carefully get closer; earn his trust

So far, you’ve barely scratched the surface. Just when you think you’ve made progress, he pulls away—always with a laugh, a joke to distract from any real emotion that leaked out. At the very least, he shows up to every tutoring session and occasionally says hello if he sees you in the halls. You’re friendly, but not quite friends. And he has no intention of changing that.

“You did it!” You exclaim cheerfully, standing beside him. The gentle breeze flows through your hair, bright strands of grass beneath your leather boots. The outdoors, naturally a suitable place to practice spells. You’ve been focusing on the basics with him—specifically levitation since it’s a simple but useful tool to have. Your eyes admire the pretty rose floating in front of him, its smooth petals matching the faint pink hue of his cheeks.

“It was luck,” he mutters. He frowns at the sight of his accomplishment, arms crossing as the rose drops to the floor—except, you never even taught him how to undo the spell, he just…did. Perhaps it was just something natural; he didn’t necessarily need your guidance for something as simple as that…right? You shouldn’t overthink it.

“Luck or not, it’s an improvement.” You smile, bending down to pick up the rose. A dumb idea comes to mind, but you don’t bother to stop it. Maybe if you’re straightforward he’ll be more willing to try and open up. You hold the rose to him, looking into his deep, sparkling eyes. “How about we celebrate? Are you hungry?”

His fingers brush yours as he takes the flower, the touch fleeting but warm. It lingers longer than it should, even as he quickly clears his throat, looking away from you. It takes him a second too long to find his words. “I…um, I don’t have money—“

“It’s okay! I can pay.” You reply enthusiastically, collecting your things. His lips part, but no words come out. Instead, he just stares, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He doesn’t understand what you want, why you’re even here. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it—he’s not allowed to run away this time. “C’mon, let’s go.”

When you stare at him expectantly with those big, pretty eyes, how could he decline? He’d hate to see disappointment in your gaze, so he nods mutely, diverting his attention to the flower cradled delicately between his fingers. Just this once, he’ll allow his heart to win.

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You sit across from him in the school cafe, a dark wooden table between you. Warm light reflects down from the ceiling, casting soft shadows over his smooth, pale skin. His fingers trace his warm cup of cocoa absentmindedly, the warmth spreading through his fingertips.

“I’m proud of you, Beomgyu. I think you’ll do really well on our next evaluation.” Your voice is gentle, a sincere, soft smile on your lips—which he finds himself staring at. Get it together, Beomgyu. When he finally processes your words, he straightens his posture, ears heating up and wings fluttering—a telltale sign of his apprehension.

“Um, yeah. Me too.” He mumbles. What’s wrong with him? He’s normally so outgoing, but now the words are all tangling together in his mouth—even in his brain, it’s a jumbled, confusing mess. His heart stutters, a wild, erratic rhythm that refuses to settle. Each breath comes faster, shallower, like his body is betraying him. This isn’t normal. This isn’t fair. He hates this feeling—this infatuation, this longing. It never ends well. “I mean, I'll do better, at least.”

He laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. He takes a deep breath, the rapid thumps of his heart calming. He manages to smile, fingers tapping restlessly against the table even as he huffs out a small laugh. “Maybe my charm will get me a few extra points.”

You scoff, chuckling and shaking your head. Your eyebrows furrow, and you lift your iced coffee to take a small sip. You hum in thought, leaning over the table, closer to him. “Have more confidence! Mrs. Elderose is keeping you here for a reason. There’s potential.”

He raises an eyebrow, rolling his eyes. His elbows rest on the table, head leaning on the palm of his hand as he feigns nonchalance. His gaze travels through the space, lingering on the warm cup of cocoa in front of him instead of you. “Tch, yeah—potential failure.”

“Are you saying I’m a bad teacher?” You joke, gaze carefully observing him. You’re searching beneath the surface, through the cracks of his carefully upheld persona. Behind every smile, every laugh, and every joke, is a quiet, insecure boy—at least, that’s what you’ve deduced thus far. There are always other reasons he may feel the need to downplay his talent.

“Wh—no! You’re great. But, like, I’m just saying…” He refutes quickly, his pale hair bouncing as he frantically shakes his head. He’s wide-eyed, a small pout forming on his lips, as if he’s upset you would accuse him of something so horrific. You’re not a bad teacher at all; you’re smart, patient, encouraging, pretty…um, wait, never mind that last one. The point is, he’s actually learned a lot from you, and he’d hate to make you feel bad.

“Right…saying what? That you hate me and you learned nothing?” You ask, teasing him further, even if only to see the flustered expression on his face. It’s also a good tactic for getting him to admit how he feels if he feels anything.

“Hey, that’s not fair! You’re putting words in my mouth!” He defends, almost whining, before huffing out a short breath. He crosses his arms over his chest, pretty eyes focused on you with a helpless plead to stop this defamation of his character!

“You didn’t deny it? Wow, I’m offended.” You continue, and he sits up straight, hands slamming onto the thick table. Heads turn, all eyes on you both for just a brief moment before the audience loses interest. His ears are a bright shade of pink, his wings twitching.

“Stop—“ He attempts to defend, but you’re quick to cut in. He can feel butterflies swirling around in his stomach, and he hates it. He hates you for making him feel this way.

“I mean, really, I thought we got along pretty well. But I guess I was wrong—“ You’re exaggerating, of course, faking a frown as you place a hand over your heart in offense. He’s had enough.

“I like you, okay?” His mouth moves faster than his brain, desperate to prove you wrong. For what reason? Because, well, he can’t stomach the thought of you not liking him, of you thinking he doesn’t like you. Once he realizes what he’s said, he freezes, wings twitching so violently behind him that the table shakes just a little. His hands clench into fists in an attempt to comfort himself. Stupid. That was so stupid. His heart beats rapidly against his ribcage, and the heat crawling up his neck makes it impossible to pretend he’s unaffected.

“Geez,” he mutters, slouching, arms crossing over his chest. “Can’t a guy be self-deprecating every once in a while?” His voice is quieter now, more grumbled than spoken. He fixes his gaze on the untouched cup of cocoa in front of him as he contemplates his life choices. He risks a glance at you, just for a second. You’re smiling. It’s small, just a slight curve of your lips, but paired with the faint pink hue on your cheeks, it’s enough to make his chest squeeze uncomfortably tight.

“N-Not like that!” He blurts, practically whining as he sits up. His wings flutter again—another traitorous giveaway. He swears under his breath. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” You tilt your head, feigning innocence, though there’s a teasing glint in your eyes. He likes you. Your smile widens at the thought, meanwhile, his pout deepens. He looks cute like that, you think. Maybe you don’t mind upsetting him every once in a while.

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Evaluation day arrives fast. Too fast.

You should be excited—it’s your moment to prove yourself again and make your parents proud. And you are, sort of. But your focus keeps drifting to Beomgyu. He stands a few feet away, looking awfully comfortable. Too comfortable for someone who’s flunked every evaluation before this. He sighs, stretching his arms lazily as if he couldn’t care less about any of this. Everyone else is shifting anxiously in place, wings twitching, fingers fidgeting with their sleeves. Chatter fills the arena, students laughing and joking about how screwed they might be. Your gaze catches his, and for a moment, there’s something, a small glimmer in his eyes—regret. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by his usual, careless smile and a small nod as you part ways.

The results are posted the next day. Your name is at the top where it always is, but it’s his name that catches your eye. Your stomach knots when you find it. Choi Beomgyu. Dead last. Again. It makes no sense. You trained for hours and rewarded his immense improvement. He should’ve passed—or, at the very least, passed any of the subjects with a grade higher than a D. But this…? Your hands tighten at your sides, your heart sinking into your stomach. There’s only one explanation; he’s been failing all of these things on purpose. The realization hits you like a wave of cold air, stealing the breath from your lungs. You should’ve known. He literally warned you that he was a “waste of time.” He told you he had “no intention of improving.” You just didn’t believe him—you figured he was just insecure. But now, staring at his name at the very bottom of the list, you’re left with only one question: Why?

You manage to speak to a friend of his: Kang Taehyun, a reserved but kind classmate of yours. You catch him as he’s heading to the dormitory.

“I need to talk to you.” You say, getting straight to the point.

He frowns, barely reacting to your statement. “About?”

“Beomgyu. He’s been failing on purpose, right?” You reply. He sighs, taking a step back and crossing his arms. He doesn’t look all too impressed, in fact, he looks tired of the conversation already. It’s not that he’s mean, he just cares about Beomgyu a lot.

“If you already know, then why are you asking me?” He asks, gaze scrutinizing you, searching for any hint of malicious intent in your posture, expression, or tone.

“Well, I just don’t get why. But, I figured you would know.” He hums in thought, head tilting to the side, expression still unchanging.

“And why do you need to know?”

Your mouth opens, then closes—you hadn’t thought that far. Somehow, you figured he might just come out and tell you, for some reason. You thought he’d sense your earnest desire to help. Instead, it almost feels like you’re on trial, as if he’s searching for any reason to withhold the information from you.

“I want to help.” You finally say. He’s still staring at you, waiting for something more. “Please.”

He hesitates, mulling it over. There’s a hint of reluctance in his gaze, but it’s not because of you. It’s because of Beomgyu. He knows his friend, and he knows that he’s never going to explain himself. He won’t stop being stubborn, and his self-sabotage is going to get him expelled sooner or later. Taehyun exhales, nodding slowly.

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The story goes something like this:

Beomgyu was young when he fell in love for the first time—with a girl named Arielle. From the moment he first met her, the feelings surged all at once, like an unrelenting tide swallowing him whole She had an aura that attracted people effortlessly—someone you wanted to be around, hold onto and never let go of.

She was a natural beauty, her long, sleek hair framing her round, delicate features. Her wide eyes shimmered with warmth, as if she constantly saw the best in everyone. When her eyes fell on him, the world quieted. Beomgyu could breathe. He could exist without effort, without overthinking. Her gaze alone felt like the sun shining down on him. But the deeper he fell, the more suffocating it became—it felt as though he’d been trapped in a self-imposed prison. Someone as great as her, as perfect as her, could never be with someone like him. And sure, he’s a love fairy—he could have used magic to draw her closer. But Beomgyu was stubborn. He wanted love to come naturally. He craved authentic attraction—and, magic was never his strong suit, anyway. So he waited.

He became her shadow, her anchor. He caught her when she stumbled, offered his heart with both hands—without hesitation, without expecting anything in return. And she took, and took, and took, but never gave. Of course, it’s not like she owed him anything—he did everything willingly, but it still hurt. He devoted himself to her, promised to wait until she was ready, but she couldn’t return the favor. Even as a friend, she couldn’t lend him an ear nor comfort him on his shortcomings. She couldn’t make time for him, couldn’t lend a helping hand. Beomgyu eventually got fed up and finally stood up for himself—and that’s when she crushed everything to pieces.

She took his heart from his chest, cradled it in her delicate hands, and then trampled it. She turned his fantasy of love into a nightmare, showed him how cruel it could be. To her, he was nothing but a tool to be used. She never really wanted him—no, she wanted someone to fuel her craving for love and attention. And when she got bored? He wasn’t useful anymore, so she discarded him like a piece of trash, told him he was “a waste of time,” even though she was the one who’d failed the relationship.

He hasn’t been the same since. Love became a distorted concept, a reminder of his inadequacy. He hated himself for who he was, who he failed to be. His trust was taken and demolished, so now he hides. He hides from himself, from everything that reminds him of her—everything related to love. He’s a love fairy who’s afraid to love, unable to trust.

And, most importantly, he imposes failure on himself because he doesn’t want to be here. He wants to hide forever, wants to forget that who he is—a love fairy—is what he hates. And yet, in the quiet corners of his mind, he still feels her warmth, like an old scar that never fully fades.

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Beomgyu has been a ghost in your life. He’s carefully kept his distance, looking the other way when you’re near, taking the scenic route to class just to avoid crossing shadows. He ignores the pull in his heart, the tightness in his chest that threatens to consume him. The feelings come uninvited—fluttering in his stomach, warmth creeping up his neck, his heart stuttering out of rhythm. And then, just as quickly, the fear swallows him whole. Each sensation is followed by swift dread, nausea, and guilt. He tells himself he shouldn’t feel this way, that he has no right to. But deep down, he knows the truth: he’s just afraid. His heart pounds against his ribcage, breaths quickening at even the thought of surrendering his heart once more. He can’t. He won’t. In the end, the only one he trusts with his heart is himself.

You manage to corner him with the help of Taehyun, who brings him along to the school garden. You sit on the edge of the marble fountain, tracing your fingers along the cool surface. The clear water glistens in the warmth of the sun, birds chirping in the distance as the bushes rustle in the cool breeze. If you focus, you can hear faint footsteps, coming from nearby within the maze of flowers and greenery. A movement catches your eye. From between two towering bushes, Beomgyu steps into view, his presence sending a ripple through the stillness. Taehyun, who’s close behind him, gives a nod of encouragement before nudging Beomgyu toward you.

Your eyes connect and time stops. His light hair brushes across his face, confusion and apprehension flickering across his face as his eyebrows draw together. His lips part wordlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick, shallow breath. He’s suffocating once more, his lungs straining against an invisible force. His chest tightens, each heartbeat sharp and unrelenting. He stumbles back, fingers searching for something solid, something real. But nothing feels real—not the warmth of the sun, not the garden around him, not even himself. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to face his feelings so head-on.

“Beomgyu, can we talk?” Your voice pierces the silence, gentle but unwavering. He flinches, his gaze darting anywhere but you, as if doing so will make you disappear. You press onward, calming your own rapid heartbeat. You just need to connect, reach deeper into his fragile heart. “I- I know why you’re…afraid. Why you won’t use your magic.”

You risk a step forward, holding a flower to him. His eyes flicker with suspicion, scanning your expression like a wary animal expecting a trap. He’s looking for deception, for cruelty, for any sign that history is repeating itself. But all he finds is sincerity. He lifts a hand, feet dragging quietly against the stone path. He steals another glance at you—you have the same, patient expression, encouraging him to continue. His hand hovers over the flower, hanging there for a few moments. There’s a lump in his throat, an invisible barrier that prevents him from moving forward. His fingers brush yours, and he pulls his hand back, as though the touch burned. His hand falls limp at his side, chest heaving with a shaky exhale.

“Beomgyu.” You say gently, afraid to scare him away. It’s a miracle he’s still standing in front of you, at least willing to listen. His gaze finds yours, urging you to continue. “You, of all people, should know how precious love is.”

His eyes burn, chest tight and lungs burning. He manages to speak. “It’s not precious. It never ends well—everyone always gets hurt. I’ve seen it.”

Which, is admittedly true. It’s only natural that a love fairy would have seen the most love, and thus the most heartbreak, too. He’s seen the beauty and the raw, ugly flaws. But he focuses on the bad because it’s what has affected him most profoundly.

“Doesn’t that make it more precious?” You reply, risking a small step closer. “If everyone had it, it wouldn’t be special anymore.”

Tears pool in his eyes, a few spilling over as his bottom lip trembles. He’s showing you his heart now, no longer suppressing the emotions clashing together in his chest. Gently, you take his hand, and he squeezes, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Heartbreak is not a downside to love, it is a representation of love. To have loved fully is to grieve deeply. People love—and continue to love—despite knowing the risks. Because love is a gift to yourself and the people around you.” You cup his face gently with your other hand, swiping away the hot tears streaming down his face. He says nothing and everything at the same time. His gaze holds an indecipherable appreciation—perhaps, an admiration of how beautiful you are physically and emotionally.

“I really, really like you. So give me a chance to love you, Beomgyu. I’ll give you my heart, so long as you trust me with yours in return.” You whisper. He nods, sniffling quietly as he stares into your gentle, caring gaze. The emotions consume him without permission, a surge of warmth flowing through his chest, heat creeping onto his cheeks.

“I- um, I mean…I like you. Too—a lot.” He mumbles, still struggling to express himself confidently. He squeezes your hand, thumb running absentmindedly over your smooth skin. “I mean, I have for a while I just- well, it wasn’t supposed to come out like that—”

Your lips are on his before he can even recognize what’s happening. When he does, his brain stutters, his body locks up, breath hitching. His mind blanks—static where there should be panic. Idiot, what is he doing? You’re pulling away before he gets a chance to explore this new, exciting feeling. His free hand finds your hip, pulling you closer and kissing you again, allowing himself to melt into it this time. Time comes to a stop, as if it’s just you two. Your lips are soft, careful not to overwhelm him. His brain is quiet for once, the space filled the whisper of a quiet breeze. How could he have deprived himself of this for so long?

Slowly, hesitantly, he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. His wings flutter eagerly, like a puppy’s tail after receiving a treat. He brings both arms around you, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt to make sure you’re real. His cheeks are impossibly pink, face burning as he hides it in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for being an idiot.” He mumbles. You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head and pressing your cheek to his silky hair.

“It’s okay, it made it more interesting.” You whisper. He breathes out an amused huff, his grip around you tightening imperceptibly—as if to claim you.

Looks like you’ve won this round. The love fairy who feared love—who ran from it, who buried his own heart—has given his heart to you. Your fallen cupid wasn’t unlovable after all. He just needed the right person to believe in him.

a/n: okay so i was supposed to release this ON valentine’s day but im a lil late…um, anyways! i got this idea and thought it would be cute, i hope you all liked it!! and dw im still working on my other fic for those wondering, i just wanted to do smt special for valentine’s day (even if i stressed myself out trying to finish this 💀). comments, likes, and reblogs greatly appreciated!! xoxo

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I just wanted to drop you a message to say that I LOVE chapter 3 of He’s Not My Boyfriend!! I really love the way you write the thoughts of Gyu and OC, it makes me feel for them so much more! And omg the jealousy is coming in from OC’s side already!!! I wonder when will the OC be making Gyu jealous? I can’t wait for this to happen and I also can’t wait for them to just kiss already!!! Can’t wait for more of this fic!! 💙

tysm!!! i always love giving little insights into what the characters are thinking bc i feel like it’s fun and sorta adds to their personality. i don’t want to spoil too much but gyu will be def be jealous in the future and it’s kinda funny because it happens in a similar way, but the circumstances are…unique 😭 it’s a lot of back and forth and parallels between them (hopefully that makes sense)

anyway, tysm for your support!! you have no idea how motivating it is to read messages like this <3

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He’s Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 03; the hangout

previous: chapter 2

a/n: hey everyone!! it feels like it’s been forever lmfao. it’s been chaotic but the chapter is finally here! if anyone would like to join the tag list, please lmk :)

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 2.9k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: your friends trick you into hanging out with him (alone). you should’ve seen it coming, really…but it’s not the worst. it’s actually fun! well, until…

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

It starts with an innocuous text from Kai.

hyuka!! : hi ^ - ^ do u wanna go to the movies on saturday ur bf will be there… (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

you: shut up 🙄 i’m free who else is going

hyuka!! : soobin yunjin said maybe and me ofc!! ( ^ω^ )

you: okay 😛 lmk what time and everything

Of course, you think nothing of the interaction. Why would you? It’s your cousin inviting you to see a movie…and your friends said they’d be there. You made sure to ask them directly. Beomgyu will be there too, but whatever. It’s not like it matters. He’s just another person in the group, nothing more. Of course, you’ll get teased and everything but it’s no big deal—it’s been a while since you all hung out, anyway.

The rest of the week passes in a blur of boring classes and repetitive homework. Everything is so normal and your friends have been talking non-stop about the movie you’re going to watch. Honestly, you’ve become quite interested in seeing it—you even decided to watch the trailer. When the weekend comes, you find yourself smiling at the thought of hanging out with your friends. It’s cold out, so you put on a few layers before stepping out into the chilly breeze.

The movie theater is about ten minutes away from your home, and Kai texted you to meet out in front. You type out a text to let everyone know you’re on your way since you’re running late; it’s left unread—weird…they’ve been nonstop in the group chat all week, so why the silence now? The large building slowly comes into view, sitting beside the rest of your town’s constantly overcrowded mall. The car slows to a stop beside the curb and your eyes scan the area. You spot Beomgyu standing alone in front of the large glass doors, fingers moving anxiously over his phone—texting someone, maybe. A weird feeling begins to bubble in your chest, eyes narrowing down at your own phone—still nothing from your friends. You glance at the time, and you’re about eight minutes late. With a resigned sigh, you step out of the car, waving goodbye as your mother drives away.

“Hey, uh… Where is everyone?” You ask, standing in front of Beomgyu. He startles and his head whips up, meeting your gaze wide-eyed, as though surprised to see you. He looks around, lips parting, then closing, then parting again. What’s up with him?

“Everyone?” He repeats, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. It takes a moment, and then a flash of realization passes through his eyes. His lips press into a thin line before he scoffs, shaking his head. “Kai said it’d just be him and Soobin.”

“Really? He told me he invited Yunjin and Chaewon, though—they both said they were coming…” Your words slow down as the realization hits you, too. It’s already ten minutes after you were all supposed to meet and only you and him are here? And your friends, who usually spam the group chat, are suddenly silent? You let out a long sigh, looking away from him. You’re an absolute idiot. How did you not see it coming? It’s so obvious now that you’re here, alone with Beomgyu in front of the movie theater. This is a setup.

“What the hell.” He mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing at his buzzing phone screen. He senses your curiosity, the unasked question in your gaze, so he turns the phone to you. On it you see a message notification from Kai that says “have fun ( ˘ ³˘)♥.” Neither of you say anything. The wind nips at your cheeks, and for a second, the only sound is the hum of traffic in the distance. His phone buzzes again and he ignores it. He brings his phone back down into his pocket with a long, weary sigh. There’s an unspoken tension as if you’re both waiting for the other to do or say something, afraid of making the “wrong” move. You’re unsure why you suddenly feel the need to fiddle with your sleeve and avert your gaze—you were fine a few seconds ago! But, that was also when you’d assumed there’d be other people to make up for the awkward feelings and thoughts that always bubble up when he’s around. You shake your head, dismissing the unwanted thoughts. What’s the big deal, anyway?

“Well, um. I mean- we already…” You stumble over the words, feeling indescribably unsure of yourself. There’s this unfamiliar, tight feeling in your chest that makes your throat tickle and your tongue feel heavy. You aren’t the most charismatic person in the world—you’ve had your fair share of awkward interactions—but talking to people isn’t that bad. And it’s Beomgyu of all people! Why are you struggling? “We already bought the tickets, so we might as well stay…if you want to—um, you don’t have to! It’s cold out and everything so-”

“No, it’s fine. Um, I’ll stay.” His response is quick, almost eager, and he immediately regrets it. He shifts his weight back and forth, clearing his throat. His mind races—does this make it seem like he wants to be here? Because he doesn’t. Not really. It’s just—

His gaze flickers to you, and you’re watching him expectantly. No judgment, no irritation, just quiet, kind patience. A gaze he remembers, the one that captivated him in middle school. He allows himself to relax, exhaling quietly.

“I don’t mind.” He says, steadier this time. He gestures toward the wide glass door behind him, offering you a polite smile as he holds it open for you. A tinge of warmth flows through your chest and the tension in your posture eases—just a little. See? He’s nice. You have nothing to worry about. It’s just a normal hangout with… a friend. Beomgyu seems a bit more at ease too, since you’re both on the same page. He’s really nice and, apparently, he's the kind of guy who insists on paying for your snacks, even when you argue you have your own money.

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Beomgyu can’t help but feel a bit annoyed. It was just the other day that he told Kai about his crush on Yeji, yet here he is, sitting beside you in the movie theater. Then again, there are worse people he could be stuck with. It’s just frustrating to have his feelings so blatantly ignored by his best friend. And then there’s also the fact that every negative thought about himself tends to resurface whenever you’re around, almost like a learned response. It happens before he can stop it—the automatic scan of your expression, the way his brain scrambles to pick apart your every shift in posture. He begins to gauge your unreadable expression and pull from it illusory ideas of dissatisfaction or ridicule.

You don’t want to be here. You’d rather be with anyone else. You think he’s weird. A loser. Awkward. Someone you tolerate at best. You two don’t get along—

He should know better by now. He’s not that kid anymore. But still—

Are you bored? Are you fidgeting because of him? Are you regretting staying? His stomach knots.

Why does he care, anyway? Middle school was a long time ago, meaning he’s had plenty of time to let go of those bygone feelings. But, maybe, he forgot to let go of ingrained habits associated with you. Maybe deep down there’s a part of him that still holds you to an unattainable standard. The girl who was never in his league, who never took a second glance at him, who probably only ever knew him as her cousin’s best friend. He really needs to stop doing that all the time. In any case, you’re the one who offered to continue the hang-out, your here by your own choice. Because, in reality, you’re not some special celebrity. You’re just a normal, average teenage girl. Just his best friend's cousin whom he happened to end up alone with because some people love to be stubborn. He’ll get back at Kai for this…just wait.

The movie passes by in a blur of flashing images. The tension in his chest fades for the hour and a half that he sits completely captivated by the story being told on screen. Well, okay, he fell asleep like forty minutes in but whatever! The first half was really good…so he’s sure the rest was, too.

You almost don’t want to wake him from his peaceful slumber. Even as the lights gradually come on, you sit unmoving beside him, eyes lingering on his plump lips and long eyelashes. Get it together, idiot. You nudge him gently. He shifts a little, taking a slow breath as his eyes flutter open. They connect with yours and it feels like the universe pauses for just a moment.

“The movie’s over.” You say quietly, glancing at your hand, which remains gently placed against his shoulder. Oops. You pull it away hastily, clearing your throat as you collect your garbage and stand. You refuse to spare him another glance, which he’s actually grateful for. You won’t see the reddening tips of his ears. He regrets falling asleep—what if you think he’s weird now? Or boring? Or rude, or something? The warmth of your palm lingers on his shoulder. He walks silently beside you as you exit the theater.

The lively chatter of others fills the silence between you. Some say the movie was good, others found it boring. The exit gets closer and closer. Perhaps you two hadn’t made as much progress as friends as he initially thought. Should he bring up the movie? He was asleep for half of it, though. Are you two just going to part ways without speaking? He’s holding the door open for you now, noticing the way your gaze avoids his. Did he do something wrong? The quiet breeze whispers by, and he stops in his tracks when you suddenly stop. Finally, the tension is broken.

“So…um.” You start, conversation eluding you. Seriously, this needs to stop. It’s Beomgyu. Beomgyu. There’s nothing to stress over. “Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he replies stiffly, hands clenched in his pockets. His lips purse, a soft breath coming out through his nose. He just needs to be himself. His real self—the one he’s been working so hard to improve. “I mean, the part that I saw, at least.” He laughs softly.

You laugh in response, easing up again. Internally, Beomgyu celebrates this exceptional achievement, which boosts his ego and encourages him to do more. The Beomgyu from middle school would be shaking right about now. “I was so invested and then the next thing I knew I was the main character.”

“What time did you go to sleep yesterday?” You ask, an amused huff escaping your lips as you smile at him. He looks away from you, a smile pulling at his lips as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Well…I kinda lost track, but maybe 3 AM?” He replies, a touch of hesitance in his tone. You’re still smiling at him, shaking your head.

“At least it’s the weekend.” You shrug, glancing over to the mall, which sits right beside the movie theater. There’s a lot that happens in your mind over the span of a few seconds. First, the impulsive thought to invite him to hang out a little longer. Then, the realization that you don’t need anything fueling your friends’ shipping. Then, dismissing that thought because you already watched the movie with him which is enough to have fueled the shipping anyways. And then your gaze connects with his, triggering your brain to give in to an unasked request in his eyes. Is that really all the convincing it took…? “Uh, do you wanna go get some ice cream or something? Since we’re by the mall already.”

His expression brightens a little, lips pulling into a pretty smile. He nods, his fingers mindlessly fiddling with the hem of his sweater. “Sure.”

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As you browse around the mall, you get to know him better, slowly making your way toward the food court. He's unexpectedly fun—goofy, even—and keeps you smiling the whole time. You’ve never really seen him break out of his shell like this, but it’s refreshing. Maybe your impression of him has been wrong all along—he’s not some awkward loser or intimidatingly reserved. In fact, he’s the exact opposite. He’s charming and kind, his presence exuding a natural warmth—now that he’s more comfortable with you. Since he bought your snacks for the movie, you make sure to pay for his ice cream, even though he tries to pay. You take a seat at an empty table in the food court, sitting across from each other.

“Ice cream in the winter…” You murmur, letting out a small huff as you take a scoop from your cup. He raises an eyebrow, elbows resting on the table as he laughs softly.

“It was your suggestion,” he teases. As he takes the first bite, he lets out an overexaggerated hum of delight. His eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. “It’s delicious.”

You can’t help but laugh, unsure how to react to such an overblown reaction. You simply nod, deciding to go along with it. It’s a little annoying that it’s him who’s making you smile and laugh so much. Your friends are going to get the wrong idea, especially because you exchanged numbers on the walk to the food court. Either way, the hangout has been surprisingly nice—ignoring the fact that you were both tricked into being here.

Tricked, but technically…not forced.

And, of course, when things are going well the universe has a way of interrupting. An unexpected face appears, displaying a bright smile and gentle gaze meant for Beomgyu. Her sweet voice rings out, interrupting the small moment you’d been having. It’s…Yeji.

“Oh, Beomgyu! Hey! You two on a date?” She asks, her voice bubbly and naive. Her kind gaze shifts to you and, for just a moment, it almost feels like she’s sizing you up. Her gaze flickers down, then up, before settling back on Beomgyu.

A date? With you? Something about the thought makes his brain glitch, but he obliterates the thought in seconds. He promised himself to move on.

“What? No—no, not at all. It’s nothing like that.” Beomgyu replies hastily, shaking his head with wide eyes and a breathy laugh. His attention is fully on her now and for some reason…that bothers you.

More than that, however, is how quick that response was. You were going to say no, but it seems he was eager to make it very clear that you aren’t on a date, dating, or anything of the sort. Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean you aren’t a little offended. Like, is the thought of dating you that bad? You thought things were going pretty well. Anyway, it’s not like it matters. It’s better if he isn’t into you; it saves you the guilt of rejecting him. Plus, it’s just Beomgyu…his opinion doesn’t matter. At all.

They seem to be having a comfortable conversation, even if Beomgyu’s leg is incessantly bouncing beneath the table. It’s all a blur to you. You spend the time trying to make yourself invisible because you’d prefer not to feel like some sort of third wheel. You scroll through messages, check the weather, and type random words in your notes app. Your ice cream has begun to melt by the time Yeji is walking away with a pretty smile, waving gently and sparing you one final, subdued glare. You sit up, clearing your throat to gain his attention again—his gaze had followed her as she walked away.

“Well, I think I should probably go now. Um, I have some homework to do. So…” You say quietly, forcing a smile as you take a deep breath. He tilts his head, sitting up straight as he scrutinizes your expression. His eyebrows pull together faintly, but he simply nods.

“Alright. I’ll…walk you out to the front.” He replies softly, standing with you and tossing his empty ice cream cup into the nearby trash can. You don’t have the will to argue or refuse, so you decide to walk beside him silently. As you approach the curb, your mother’s car sits there waiting for you.

“Um, do you want me to wait with you?” You ask, gaze avoiding his. There’s an inexplicable tightness in your chest. As dumb as it sounds, perhaps there’s a part of you deep down that thrives off of the idea of…whatever this is. It provides a sense of comfort—a guarantee of prospective romance. Not because it’s him, no, it would be the same with anyone! He shakes his head softly in response, smiling sweetly.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you around?” There’s a beat of silence, his gaze still carefully analyzing your expression. It’s like he can intuitively sense that the energy has shifted, but doesn’t want to mention it outright. You force a smile, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah. See you, Beomgyu.” You wave goodbye, getting into the car. Faintly, hidden beneath his dark hair, the tips of his ears warm up—that’s the first time you’ve said his name today. He can’t help but think it sounds nice coming from you. That thought is quickly dismissed, though, replaced by thoughts of how pretty and nice Yeji is and how he can’t believe he had an actual conversation with her—and she was the one to initiate it! He feels a flutter in his chest, smiling to himself as he thinks everything over again.

Yet somehow, it’s not as fulfilling as he imagined. Something changed.

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a/n: hope you enjoyed it!! i feel like this chapter took me literally forever. the story is finally picking up! a bunch of denial and complicated feelings lol. i’m gonna try and have longer chapters from here on out, so it might take me a little longer. comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thx for your patience! (>_0) ♡

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