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gyurecs · 5 months

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THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF.

p — CHOI BEOMGYU x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing but that's nothing new with my recent works. 1.6k words.

note — inspired by this post. i'm supposed to be studying rn.

everyone in your department knows that choi beomgyu is not to be trusted.

no, it’s not like he scams people with overpriced products on the university buy and sell forum. he doesn’t give you wrong answers during tests to fuck you over. he isn’t seeing multiple people at once behind their backs like a shitty fuckboy, either.

but when choi beomgyu tells you that there’s a buy one take one promo at the coffee shop near campus, you should probably think twice before rallying your friends over because of your shared coffee addiction. it’s the reason why hueningkai showed up to a department party last month wearing a penguin costume when the theme was business-casual. it’s the reason why choi yeonjun sends a string of curses to the group chat bi-weekly because he’s told that there’s a quiz today, only to arrive at an empty classroom.

it’s all harmless. it’s all fun and games and for a good laugh— but nevertheless, everyone knows to think twice before listening to the honeyed words that fall from choi beomgyu’s mouth. the problem is, the bastard is charismatic and he knows it. “he’s weaponizing his pretty face like a motherfucking gun,” you mentioned to soobin one time. so even if people are ware that he’s slimy little bitch that likes to fuck around a lot, they still listen to what he says. even when in doubt.

well, they’re all fucking stupid.

“hey, let’s compare hand sizes!”

and you refuse to be branded as a gullible idiot, too.

“what?”

the sandwich you’re having for lunch suddenly feels dry on your tongue. “gimme your hand,” he insists, and you narrow your eyes at him. what...what the fuck is this bastard trying to do? “i wanna know whose is bigger.”

now, that’s a familiar line. it almost made your heart flutter when he’s batting his eyes at you so expectantly with that pretty face of his from across the cafeteria table, the fingers of his right palm outstretched and ready to catch yours upon your consent.

almost. but there’s no way in hell you’re humoring his dumb ass.

“sure,” you respond. and, after wiping your lips with a napkin, offer out your open palm for him in the air.

his face brightens— a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

beomgyu reaches out for your hand. before he can press his palms against yours, you quickly fold it into a middle finger.

it’s almost funny how his expression quickly tumbles into despair.

“eat shit, motherfucker.”

you clean up your tray and leave your dumbfounded friend behind. you have no idea what his intentions with that was, but you aren’t risking making a fool out of yourself at the suggestion that beomgyu might be trying to (pathetically) hit on you. he’s probably just concocting some more mischief— especially since you’re one of the people he has yet to victimize with his dumb jokes.

so you’re not surprised when he makes another attempt. but what you don’t understand is why he keeps trying to hold your hand.

“booooring. this class is so boring.”

he’s sitting next to you inside the lecture hall. so far, not that out of the ordinary. you do your best to catch up with your professor’s discussion, but from the corner of your eyes you see beomgyu finally giving up and melting his head into the desk, burying his face into his arms. “this sucks,” he muffles, before craning his head and you can feel him staring at you from below. “aren’t you bored?”

“i’m trying to pay attention, beomgyu.”

“pay attention to me,” he whines. “i’m bored. let me scribble on your hand to pass—”

“please shut the fuck up.”

at some point, it’s starting to confuse you more than annoy you. all signs lead to a boy simply trying to get the attention of his crush, but this is choi beomgyu you’re talking about. you just can’t trust him. not even when he always tries to follow you around in the hallways. not even when he drops a warm latte at your desk every 7AM class.

“i know how to do palm reading. do you wanna—”

“i’m not superstitious,” you immediately put up your shield to his spear. “thanks for the coffee.”

you really don’t understand him.

“there was a hit and run incident yesterday. you should hold onto me just to be—”

“red light. let’s go.”

you seriously don’t fucking get him.

“aaaah! i’m falling! grab my hand, i’m falling to my death!”

what the hell is he trying to do?!

“beomgyu, it’s a four-foot deep pool,” you deadpan, face flushed and it’s definitely not just from the heat of the sun. he perishes into the water with a splash. my god, what’s going on with him? you shake your head, trying to ward off an incoming headache.

really. if this wasn’t beomgyu doing this shit, you’d be a hundred-percent convinced that he’s trying to make a move on you. that he likes you and is trying his stupidest to catch your attention. but it is beomgyu, and everyone knows he can’t be trusted unless you want to be laughed at. being this week’s joke isn’t on your bucket list. so no matter how many more attempts he’s going to make, you will be impenetrable. you will not be fooled.

“hey.”

that is until he shows up all serious in front of your classroom the next week.

students are pouring out from the door, and you’re a heavy obstacle from their rush to go home because for some reason, choi beomgyu is there— also obstructing the traffic flow in the hallway.

“what is it now?” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the worryingly large bouquet he has in his arms. “are your hands cold? do you want me to hold them to keep you warm?”

“that would be nice,” he replies. you seriously want to hit him. “but, no. that’s not what i’m here for. i decided that it might be best to stop asking for your hand because you might actually punch me this time.” this is a public area, you’d like to remind him. and that dangerously constructed statement of his is eliciting murmurs from the passersby surrounding you. you feel your face flush.

“if you phrase it like that, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“let them misunderstand, i don’t really care,” he shrugs. “what i care about is clearing up the misunderstanding between you and me. i don’t think we’ve been on the same page for the past few weeks.”

you furrow your brows. “what are you getting at?”

“taehyun told me that you think i’ve just been fucking around with you,” he says. “and i have to admit that i definitely have nothing to blame but myself and my reputation. but i want to tell you that i have been seriously, seriously serious about you.”

“sure,” you snort. “i definitely trust you, beomgyu.”

he frowns. “dammit, taehyun was right. you really don’t trust me.”

what did he expect? for the past year and a half that you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but unserious and troublesome. beomgyu brings mischief wherever he goes and you don’t want to make a misstep and be caught in that shitstorm— not even when your heart is racing a little too fast for comfort at the moment. not even when those flowers actually look really pretty.

“but i expected this. i’ve come prepared,” beomgyu tells you. what is it this time? you exhale. had he been normal, you might’ve trusted him at his first attempt to shoot his shot with you. “i’ve come to the conclusion that in order to get your trust, i need to stop messing around with everyone. and that begins with being completely, absolutely, unapologetically honest.”

again, this is a public area. people are staring and you’re starting to get a bad feeling.

“i’m in love with you.”

holy shit.

“i’ve been in love with you ever since taehyun introduced us to each other, i think.”

there’s fire somewhere.

“that was over a year ago!”

that somewhere is your face.

“yeah, and?” he raises a brow. “that means i’ve liked you for over a year. i can do the math. i’m not stupid.” you want to throw yourself into a ditch and die.

“beomgyu, tell me you’re kidding.” not even your hands can fan out the inferno overtaking your face right now. somehow, there’s a lot more people around you than you remember, and while you’re suffering from a sudden onslaught of unprovoked feelings, beomgyu looks relatively unfazed. “you can’t be serious. if you’ve liked me for that long, then why haven’t you done anything until recently?!”

“funny story,” he starts. there is nothing funny about this at all. “i didn’t think i had a chance until soobin hyung told me you thought i was pretty the other week.”

soobin, that fucking rat.

the context wasn’t even a positive one! you said he was using his pretty face for evil!

“i—”

like what he’s doing now.

the words get stuck in your throat when you notice that beomgyu actually looks earnest. he’s not smiling or laughing— but patiently waiting for you to say something in response. your mouth is dry. your ribcage is shaking. it doesn’t fucking help that there’s three dozen people watching the scene unfold. couldn’t he have chosen a more appropriate place to pour his fucking heart out?

“you know what, let’s go.”

it’s an act of impulse. you quickly grab him by the hand and lead him away from the crowded hallway with hurried steps. “damn,” he says, trailing from behind you. “i didn’t have to try and convince you this time.”

what’s ironic is that this is the most honest you’ve ever felt of him. his palms are clammy and slipping through your fingers. he’s making jokes, but his desperate squeeze is telling you more than what he’s actually saying. “everyone knows to think twice before listening to me. but everyone also now knows that i’m pretty much in love with you, so that’s a win for me.”

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#he is so pathetic i adore him💔#all of his attempts are so cute i truly felt so bad for him😭 i mean it's his own fault but still.#i love how they still became the sensation of the department in a completely different way than anticipated #him becoming so serious and telling them about his feelings (even if it's in front of three dozen people) was just sooo !!!!!#and them dragging him out by his hand and figuring out his feelings through it was so perfect oh i love this so much😔😔#🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇️ — comedy #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — friends to lovers

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gyurecs · 5 months

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☆ moonlight | beomgyu

beomgyu x fem!reader

୨୧ word count: 2k ୨୧ genre: very very fluff, friends to ? ୨୧ n/a: writing this brought me back to life. maybe i rambled too much, but just letting the words flow made me feel warm and i hope it shows. on the other hand, english isn’t my first language, so i ask for your understanding for possible grammatical errors and such.

Thank you for the music by ABBA was playing on the radio in your father's old, beat-up truck. You were lying in the back of the car with Beomgyu beside you, enjoying the view of the night sky and the cold winter breeze that painted colorful puffs on his cheeks. A tattered blanket, that you had grabbed before leaving home in a hurry, lay under their bodies, which were close enough to give you goosebumps.

The engine of the car made your body vibrate. You sank into your thoughts for a few minutes, admiring Beomgyu's beauty as he stood with his gaze lost in the firmament. The moon cast a soft silvery light on his eyes, evoking a feeling of tenderness and serenity in them.

You were aware that the serenity that radiated from him on this particular night could only be found in similar circumstances, at specific times, in specific places, and with the necessary level of intimacy. Then his mouth would pause slightly, no longer showing his teeth in those flashy smiles that were typical of him, his lips would relax to the rhythm of his mind and a calm line would take its place, leaving his playful and joyful side until the moment he felt ready to awaken it again.

Beomgyu's boisterous personality used to be a constant presence and you were more than accustomed to it, but when it disappeared, you couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface. Who was he when he was alone, with no one to smile at or joke with? Who was he when he was lost in his thoughts, completely vulnerable to his thoughts and his surroundings?

As you stared at him, you felt as if you were sinking into a pool of endless calm and compassion, unable to be anyone without the answers to these questions. This made you feel exposed, as if you had little of yourself and the breeze kissed the innermost part of your mind, taking away everything coherent and leaving only that which involved the boy next to you; your longing to share with him the purest, the most intimate, wanting to belong to each other and to find through touch the most delicate parts of his soul.

You shook your head slightly, trying to dispel the thoughts that were beginning to overwhelm you. It didn't feel right to have this kind of longing for him that went beyond friendship, but your feelings had grown to a point where you couldn't do anything to stop them.

Beomgyu broke the silence with a soft, warm laugh, his voice echoing in your ears and making you shiver. "What are you thinking about?" he asked and his hand brushed over yours in a gentle gesture. Your heart pounded at his touch as you fought to keep your composure.

"I was thinking... about how profoundly calm you become at times," you replied, trying to sound casual. Beomgyu nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on you, as if he could see through your words. "You haven't said much," you muttered and looked up, unable to bear the closeness of his face.

A silence stretched between the two of you for a few seconds, causing you to look at him with furrowed brows. Beomgyu's lips curved into a relaxed smile when you met his eyes again. Now, from the side, you could see the wind ruffling his beautiful face, making the strands of his messy hair dance and expose more of his smooth skin, tempting you to reach out and stroke it.

He looks spectacular, you thought.

"Do you mind if I snuggle with you?" Beomgyu suddenly said, moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

You felt overwhelmed by his presence, by his warmth burning in and out of you; but you said nothing, just gave him a forced smile. Beomgyu didn't seem to notice your discomfort, or maybe he did, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. Instead, he made himself comfortable and invited you to do the same.

"Look at the stars," he said, pointing to the sky. "They are so beautiful."

"They are," you replied, leaning back against his chest and feeling his heart beat against your cheek. You both lay in silence, enjoying each other's warmth and the soft sound of the background music mixed with the sound of the car's engine. From time to time, Beomgyu would move slightly, shifting his position or adjusting the blanket to better cover you. Every time he did that, your heart skipped a beat.

"I'm pretty as well, right? " you heard him ask with a smile.

For some unknown reason, his question made you blush and you looked away, trying to focus on the sky. Too drunk on your own emotions, too unaware of what you were showing to keep this situation casual.

"So annoying," you said lowly, referring to your own reaction and not wanting Beomgyu to hear it, which was illogical considering the short distance between your bodies.

"There, there, don't be mad. Smile," he said as he brought one of his fingers to your cheek and stretched it upwards. "Smile."

The touch of his hand on your skin was warm and soft. You froze for a moment, feeling fragile and disoriented under his touch. It had always been like this, a constant game in which you were the cold one and Beomgyu was the warm one. It was not difficult for him to destroy you bit by bit, he was clueless and naive and had no idea what he was doing with such simple actions. However, sometimes you had the feeling that he knew more than he was showing and did not hesitate to take advantage of it.

You fought not to flinch and smiled a forced smile, not avoiding the bitterness in the gesture. Beomgyu didn't ignore it, he jerked his hand away and gave it a shake.

"Agh, how horrible. Better not do it again," he joked.

"You know, you're cute, but too unbearable," you murmured the last sentence between your teeth, almost whispering. Although he understood you, Beomgyu moved his face closer to yours, as if he wanted to hear you better, and batted his eyelashes.

"Is that a compliment?" He raised his eyebrows as the smile on his face became more pronounced. Before you could answer, he added, "Oww, you're pretty too."

You almost laughed at his nerve to speak in a sly voice when his ears were flushed. You didn't want to get your hopes up. You knew that Beomgyu was a kind and caring boy for everyone, not just for you. Maybe it was just that you were reading too much into his gestures and his words. Maybe you were the one who was in love.

You remained silent for a few seconds, and when you finally found the courage, you stepped back a little and looked at him. "So, how did your date with that girl turn out?"

Beomgyu looked at you for a few seconds, a little surprised by the sudden topic. You didn't want to ruin the moment, and you certainly didn't want to involve your feelings in the confidentiality that his friendship granted you, but you couldn't ignore the question that hovered in your head any longer.

"Um... a bit boring," he answered thoughtfully, "I don't think we're very compatible or whatever".

"I see," you said, feeling a small relief at his words. "Well, I'm sure you'll find someone you can connect with or whatever."

Beomgyu smiled but said nothing more. Silence spread between the two of you again, but this time it felt different, less natural. You felt exposed to his gaze, but you couldn't look away. It was as if he was reading your thoughts, as if he knew everything in your mind: his name throbbing in every nook and cranny.

To say that you were fascinated by his existence would be an understatement. You found in Beomgyu what you sometimes found in art, in the sublime, in the possibility of a new world; what you could only find in one of your alternate mental realities, which, not free of anguish, were exquisite in their own way.

For you saw it, and you were then a foolish romantic, admiring with your intoxicated eyes the features of your beloved, revealing the magical and the beautiful as a piece of heaven made of flesh. And there was no better time than the night, when the moonlight revealed the true beauty of his soul and alluded to the most intimate secrets that lay hidden.

In your trance, then embarrassing but no less inspiring and dreamy, you heard Beomgyu call your name and it was as if every deep part of you was called from the outside and he took possession of it. You looked at him and lost yourself for a second in the small smile on his face.

"When I look at you... do I look like a fool too?"

"No, you always look like a fool," you replied, hiding your embarrassment behind a wry smile and feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Beomgyu frowned at your words but didn't seem to be bothered. Instead, he moved a little closer, took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. "I feel the same way," he mused in his soft, warm voice.

You didn't have time to think about the meaning of those words because the mood was interrupted when the song on the radio changed to Champagne Supernova by Oasis. Beomgyu's deep, leisurely voice following the lyrics of the song reached your ears and crept up to a place in your chest. You were instantly hit by a feeling of immense bliss, so intense and superior to all others that you thought you would never experience such a sensation again. After a life of remorse and regret, you finally found a sense of belonging in that harmonious voice. And for that brief moment, for those minutes of glory that the song lasted, you belonged to the world, to Beomgyu, to heaven, and to everything that witnessed that great act of love and longing.

After a while, the van stopped and your father leaned out of the window to let you know that you had reached your destination. With a sigh, Beomgyu got up and helped you out of the car. As you walked together towards the lake, you couldn't help but look at him sideways and fill your head with the cheesiest thoughts you probably ever had for a guy.

"Maybe you should watch the road instead of me?" he asked in a mocking tone when he saw you almost tripping over your own feet.

"Shut up," you snorted a little embarrassed as you rolled your eyes. "Just... you have something suspicious on your face."

When he heard you, Beomgyu's eyes went wide. "What? Take it off."

"Let's see..." Beomgyu paused and looked at you with uneasy eyes as you approached him. You looked at his face for a moment before hitting his forehead with your index finger and walking away. "I can't, it's stupid..." you said with a tone of false resignation that made him laugh and kick you gently.

Before you could go any further, he grabbed your arm and gave you a teasing smile. "Want to see who gets to the lake first?" he proposed, pointing to the path that stretched out before you. "Last one there has to dip their feet in the cold water."

"You're still like children..." you heard your father say a few meters away, causing the two of you to separate for a moment. You looked at Beomgyu, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, and you did not hesitate to make fun of him.

"Sir, your daughter is bothering me," he said before starting to run.

"Hey, that's cheating!"

#NOOOOOOOO #just fell to my knees how could you do this to me😞#'i feel the same way' WHAT DO YOU MEAN. 😭😭😭😭😭 i need them together so bad</3 #this was written so beautifully :(#🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — pining

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gyurecs · 5 months

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When you’re sick

Warnings: none, one Monsters Inc. reference I hope won't confuse people

Please let me know which is your favourite! ♡

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You'd tried everything, from warm baths to drinking god-awful concoctions people swore by on the internet. But you were still sick. You'd been holed up in your bedroom for almost a week, leaving poor Soobin to have to sleep on the couch. You missed him, but you couldn't let him catch what you had. The only contact you'd had with him all week was through texting, and the meals he'd leave outside the bedroom door for you.

Of course, you'd been apart longer than this before; being in a successful group, Soobin often went on tour for months at a time. But this almost seemed harder, maybe because you felt miserable physically and just wanted to be held and loved on.

Hearing the door swing, you opened your eyes, finding him standing there in his sweats and fluffy as ever, looking at you sympathetically. "Soobin, no!" You croaked as you pulled the covers over your head and dove under them. Either the use of your voice after so long or the stuffiness of being without air under the blankets sent you into another coughing spell.

"I just wanted to see you," came his muffled voice, a hint whiny. "I won't come any further than this, I promise."

Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you. "

His lopsided smile gave you a rush of warmth. "Please get better before I go crazy."

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. You can go and stay at Taehyun's if you-"

Soobin's mouth quirked, his brow creased. "It's not that. I just want to see you, touch you, have a real conversation. I want to hold you until we fall asleep." You felt the longing for him increase. "You always take care of me when I'm sick, even if you might catch it. Please, let me do the same for you."

His eyes held a helpless look that tugged at your heart as much as his words did. You felt your resolve crack, and it must have shown in your face, Soobin crossing the threshold and shuffling towards the bed. Relief flooded through you as he crawled up next to you and tucked you into his arms. His warmth was everything you'd needed for the past week, and he sighed as you buried your face against his neck. You swear you started melting when you felt his fingers in your hair. This was home.

Yeonjun

You weren't sure how long you'd felt like this. Time seems a blur when most of it is spent in bed, falling in and out of sleep and dreams. It took a monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other, so you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten or showered. One small mercy was the fact that your ears were blocked, muffling the noise of the world outside the window; birds and neighbours dogs and traffic sounds couldn't disturb your sporadic naps.

Suddenly there was soft skin against your cheek, a warm palm and fingertips that you leaned into without question, and a deep sound somewhere close by. It took a few minutes for your mind to kick in and realise that these things were real and not a dream. Opening your eyes to the dim room, you found a face smiling down at you; your Yeonjun. But something was strange about this. Hadn't you been alone? Wasn't there a reason you were in the middle of the big bed, his pillow trapped between your arms?

"Junie?" You whinced as your voice seemed to reverberate through your head, your throat burning as the word tore through it.

"Hey, baby," he replied softly. You felt his fingers swipe the hair off your forehead before his nose was touching your own.

With what little strength you had, you tried to sink further into the mattress to put space between the two of you. "Jun, I'm- I'm sick."

"It's okay." You felt his arm slither under your back and peel you off the bed, pulling you into him. "I'm here."

You sniffled, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth that comes with not being able to breathe through your nose for so long. "Why?"

"'Why?'" He laughed. "Because the tour ended and I came home to you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

You nodded weakly against his chest. "Junie... I'm sick," you said again, half warning and half complaint.

His hand began to rub your back soothingly, and it felt so good to be in his arms again that you sighed heavily, raspily. "I know, babe, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..." Words were too hard. Instead, you brought your hand to his chest and tried to push him, rather feebly, away.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, softly pulling your arm up over his shoulder. "I don't care. I missed you."

Not having it in yourself to argue, you surrendered, letting your body totally relax into his. You had pictured him coming home after tour very differently than this. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to talk about his trip, but you couldn't fight your body. You heard the rumble of his voice again. "What?"

"I'll make you some chicken soup," he repeated. But as he tried to turn to leave the bed you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You heard him chuckle, and his arms were back around you again. "Maybe later, then."

Beomgyu

One minute you were studying, the next you were being woken by your phone blasting the most annoying ringtone Beomgyu had set for himself. You scrambled to snatch the phone off the desk where you had evidently fallen asleep. "Gyu? What time is it?"

"Half past the time you were supposed to meet me at the cinema."

Your heart sank. How long had you been asleep? "Oh no. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound like you're talking into a tin can?"

Now that you were more awake, you noticed the feeling in your throat, the pounding of your head. Sure, falling asleep with your head on a desk wasn't the best, but you'd never known it to make your head feel like this. Come to think of it, you couldn't breathe through your nose very well either. You thought back and vaguely remembered your roommate having had a cough before she left for the weekend. There was a knock at the door.

"Hang on," you said into the phone, crossing the small space to open the door and-

"You look terrible," Beomgyu said, to your face and in your ear before hanging up. His cheeks were flushed, telling you he'd walked all the way here, in the cold, probably to check on you.

"Wow, thanks," you deadpanned as you let him in. "When's the next showing? Maybe we can make that one."

Your boyfriend pulled his hood down and looked at you for a moment before pressing his palm to your forehead. Trying not to flinch at the coldness of his hand, you looked up at him, his eyes still studying you.

"You're hot," he told you.

You scoffed, but it came out as more of a cough. "That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

Without another word, Beomgyu's hands were on your shoulders, turning you around and steering you through the small dorm room and sitting you down on your bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he pressed against your head.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "Let's go see the movie."

Beomgyu tisked, gesturing for you to hold the towel before dipping to his knees to pull off your slippers. "The only movie you're seeing tonight is the DVD I got you for Christmas." Standing up again, he shooed you up the bed and pulled the covers over you.

"But we've seen that a hundred times," you whined. You'd been looking forward to a night out with your boyfriend; the movie, popcorn, leaving the confines of your dorm room after so many days and nights of studying.

"But you love it," he retorted, mocking your whiny tone. He handed you the remote for the tiny TV at the foot of your bed. "I'm guessing you haven't had dinner?" You shook your head. "Got any cup ramen?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth again to complain, but the words never came as Beomgyu kissed you on the top of the head and walked over to boil the kettle. Instead you let yourself sink into the comfort of your bed, only now noticing how exhausted you actually were. So you weren't going to get your date, but how could you complain when you had a boyfriend like this?

Taehyun

You were up before Taehyun this morning - an unusual occurrence. You'd woken up with a funny feeling in your throat and quickly but quietly escaped his room to cough without waking him. Then you'd tiptoed to the kitchen to boil water, eyes meeting with Yeonjun's who was sitting at the table eating cereal. His smirk said it all.

You were sat on the couch when Taehyun emerged from his room, tired eyes searching for you. By now, Soobin and Beomgyu were also sitting at the table eating. Taehyun plodded over to you. "Morning."

"Don't get contaminated," Yeonjun called, looking up from his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Soobin, who looked like he could've still been half asleep, whipped his head up in confusion, chewing his toast with a new expression.

Taehyun's eyes swept from his friend to you, scanning your face for signs of anything amiss. "Are you not feeling well?"

"M'fine," you croaked, arms wrapped around yourself inside your hoodie as you tried to hold off a shiver.

"Tried to cough up a whole cat this morning," Yeonjun snitched. Soobin looked between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, still puzzled, his messy bed hair comedically flapping side to side.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at Taehyun with a small pout. "I just have a cough. It's probably the change in the weather."

"Or bronchitis."

Taehyun ignored the oldest boy's comment as he crouched down in front of you. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy?"

"Really," you persisted. "I'm fine. I feel okay, just an itchy throat." As if on cue, you started to cough again, burying your face into the crook of your arm, then quickly tried to recover yourself. "I don't want you to worry."

"Sounds like a duck," Beomgyu said with a tone that gave away his amusement.

Taehyun sighed and rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly. "I just want to help you feel better, so anything you need, you just tell me, okay?"

You nodded. He stood up and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek first. Suddenly there was a commotion, as Beomgyu grabbed his breakfast bowl and ran from the kitchen yelling, "twenty-three nineteen!"

Huening Kai

The first thing that you noticed was a dull ache in your head. You'd taken some pain relief, thinking it was just a normal headache, and pushed on to get ready for your dinner plans. Kai's parents were always so happy to have you for dinner, and to see him catching up with them and his sisters made you happy, too.

You started to feel a little weak halfway through your meal, participating in conversation less and less, and after dinner you'd slipped away to a quiet room for what was supposed to be a few minutes. Your body felt heavy, more exhausted than what would be expected, and as you sat on an armchair in the dimly lit room, you became aware of the dull ache in your muscles. Eyes closing, the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the dining room lulled you quickly into unexpected sleep.

Kai had thought you were gone for the bathroom, and after ten minutes of your absence, his eyes flicking to the door every so often in anticipation of your reappearance, he thought he should check on you - maybe something you'd eaten wasn't agreeing with you. When he'd knocked on the bathroom door and there was no reply, he'd let himself in only to find it empty. He checked the kitchen, then the garden, then walked back to the dining room to see if you'd returned there while he'd been away. His mother joined him as he went to check the living room.

The two of them found you dozing and lowered their voices to a whisper, Mrs. Huening commenting that you hadn't seemed yourself earlier. Kai gently touched the back of his hand to your forehead and found it clammy. This, along with the headache you'd mentioned before the drive up and how quiet you'd been, probably meant you'd come down with something, and he decided to take you home.

That's how you woke up in Kai's arms, in the cold night air, on the way to the car. "There you are," he said when he noticed you awake. "Have a nice nap?"

You noticed a sore throat was beginning as you spoke, glancing around the street. "We're leaving?"

His soft brown eyes met yours as he continued to walk. His arms kept you steady against his chest, so you barely felt like you were on the move. "You're exhausted. You fell asleep."

You hated that you were the reason Kai's family time was being cut short and that you hadn't said goodbye to anyone. "I'm fine, Hyuka. Let's go back. Please?"

He came to a stop as he reached the car, looking down into your eyes again with a soft smile. "You need rest. We'll go home, I'll run a bath, and then we'll get into bed." Seeing you open your mouth to argue, he added, "Let me take care of you."

You couldn't argue with that.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

#i love how in all of these they were by themselves and the boys were so sweet and then in tyun's everyone's just making fun of them😭😭😭#all of these are so :( especially hyuka's when even his mother was concerned💔💔💔#🤍 — rec.yeonjun #🤍 — rec.soobin #🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🤍 — rec.taehyun #🤍 — rec.hyuka #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — bf

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[🎈] special privilege [🦊]

[!] this is for the 1k followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: yeonjun x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 607 words ✿ request: [mine] + yeonjun (for one muse to wear something belonging to the other) ✿ note: i wanted it to be sort of... like a 'soft launch' just for close ones, so that's kinda where i headed with this! [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 1k]

it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to be wearing something from yeonjun's wardrobe. it wasn't too crazy if he took something from your closet, either. in fact, this habit began way before you two put a label on your relationship as officially together (secretively, might you add). so this... the fact that you have on something that exclusively screams that yes, the two of you are official is absolutely bonkers.

that's what you think, anyway. until taehyun points something out that gets all of the boys (including yeonjun) to pause from taking another bite of their food and fixate on the ring on your index finger.

"why is that on your finger?" taehyun asks, pointing at your hand as you were attempting to reach for a piece of tissue, only to have your hand freezing mid-air because of taehyun's exclamation. yeonjun knew this day would come but he didn't expect it to be in the middle of him scarfing down tteokbokki in a secluded restaurant; all of you huddled over a small table trying to eat together peacefully. then again, in hindsight, he should've seen it coming when merely the week before, he slid the ring onto your index finger and told you to keep it because that's how deep yeonjun was infatuated with you.

"isn't that yeonjun-hyung's favourite ring?" beomgyu manages to say past the fried tofu he has in his mouth. despite his mouth being full, clearly the rage inside is forcing the words out, "i tried putting it on once and he kicked my lower back until i heard a crack."

"i knew y/n had special privileges but i didn't know they had it that much," soobin ponders out loud, eyes scanning back and forth between you and yeonjun. the group notices how quiet you've gotten when usually the both of you would be quick to deny it (for months, for months!)

"unless..." kai mumbles, eyes growing wide when yeonjun has this look on his face. lips pressed together in embarrassment yet proud of the fact this is surfacing to the table. your admission to allow for yeonjun to grab onto your hand and lace your fingers together as a declaration of–"holy shit! it's happening!" taehyun half-gasps, half-whispers. beomgyu's eyes were about to bulge out of his head and soobin just grabbed kai for his dear life.

"we're together now. for a few months now, actually."

the boys try their best to keep it down from howling and screaming because they still have a reputation to uphold. the questions come flooding in as you attempt to eat your lunch despite yeonjun staring at you with the biggest, simpiest smile on his face whenever they prod for answers of when did it start?! who made the first move? was it you? was it hyung? tell us! what was your first date?!

in the midst of it all, what makes you laugh is the way soobin holds his hand out to taehyun, who willingly places money onto the latter's hand for clearly losing a bet unbeknownst to the both of you. either way, as the boys continue their discussion with you chipping in every now and then, you relish in the feeling of seeing yeonjun holding onto your hand on the table; proud and open, showing the people he spends most of his time with and the ones he trusts the most that you were a part of that equation, too.

and when yeonjun meets with your gaze past the noise, the squeeze he gives your hand lets you know that he knows what you're thinking of, too. (and he agrees with it wholeheartedly)

#i love the way you include the other members in your fics :') clothes sharing is such a quiet but loud declaration of love💔#this is the cutest soft launch ever😭😭#i love how invested all of them are and how the two of them are so shy while it's probably so loud in their minds</3 #🤍 — rec.yeonjun #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — bf

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come home tonight

this, of all things, was supposed to work. that’s what you told yourself, repeated in your mind every night as you sat alone in the half-empty bedroom, every possession of beomgyu’s now missing. it was always going to be him for you. why didn’t he feel the same way?

pairing choi beomgyu x fem! reader

genre long-term relationship, lovers to exes, angst, slight fluff

warnings breakup, cursing, signs of depression

at the start of adulthood, you grew to love the year’s end.

the cold air would bite at the tip of your nose and your cheeks, and as much as you could hate it, the reddened skin was a sweet reminder of the season. it was cold enough to have a few extra blankets on your bed and maybe a hot water bottle too, and then to wake up and slip on some fluffy socks and a cosy hoodie. there was imagery of orange leaves and shades of brown coming into fashion, hot drinks rising to the top of the menu and a warm meal in a cosy cafe replacing the ice cream in the park cliché of a passing summer.

people came together for so many celebrations, families being reunited and the larger population becoming more generous in favour of the seasonal charities. a wave of students would move away from their childhood homes, only to return shortly after for a loving dinner around the table and matching pyjamas and movie marathons.

you especially loved october. halloween, pumpkin, scary movies, autumn fashion, pie, soup, knitted jumpers. and you had met the love of your life then, a random october evening on what had seemed like just another ordinary day.

every year, you had to buy decorations for your dorm, both arms holding heavy bags but you were totally unbothered due to your childlike excitement. and that was when one of the bags had broke open, everything falling to the ground at your feet in a mess of orange, purple and brown decor.

the kind stranger had rushed over to help you, collecting decorations in his arms before they could roll off onto the road. that was the day you had fallen for beomgyu’s smile and stubbornness to help you carry everything home. he teased you about your love for the annual holiday, admitting he had no plans to decorate his own dorm. so of course you offered to help him do it, and the innocent trip to a decoration store with him quickly became your first date of many.

he reminded you so much of the colder months. when you could see your breath in the air, the way the wind blew your hair forward into your eyes, wool hats and thick boots, grabbing a bite to eat from the nearest hot food truck. despite his bright personality, he had always been the calm autumn after the hectic summer in your eyes.

and, inevitably, he was how you grew to hate the year’s end.

october 11th,

‘soobin’s halloween party is coming up,’ beomgyu called from the kitchen, over the sound of water running and filling up the glass in his hand. ‘do you want to come with me?’

‘sure,’ the tap was turned off in time for your reply. ‘do you want to come with me to pick up some decorations?’

‘what’s the point?’ he turned into the living room, sipping from his water. you turned back to look at him, a costume magazine in your hands. ‘i mean, if we’re not throwing a party and won’t actually be home for halloween, why do we need to decorate?’

‘it brings me comfort,’ shrugging, you turned back to your magazine and folded the corner of a page that interested you. beomgyu leaned over the back of the sofa to see what you were looking at, a scoff escaping his lips. ‘what’s wrong?’

‘don’t you think we’re a little too old to be dressing up for halloween?’ his tone was mocking, one that you really didn’t care for. in all the time that you had known your boyfriend, he had never been against letting you celebrate halloween in the way that you loved. the shift in his attitude was a telltale sign that something was up.

‘we’re not going to cut eye holes into bedsheets, beomgyu,’ you shot back. ‘we can be a couple from a famous horror series or something. like sabrina and harvey, for example.’

‘why don’t you just get some cat ears and wear all black?’ he rolled his eyes, moving around the couch to sit beside you.

‘is there a problem?’ snapping the magazine closed, you leaned and tossed it onto the coffee table. ‘we’ve done this for the past three years. why do you have an issue with it now?’

‘i just think it’s a childish idea,’ he explained. ‘most girls dress like a playboy bunny, or just find any excuse to wear leather.’

‘so my sabrina and harvey suggestion wasn’t slutty enough for you?’ the look of utter annoyance painted your features. ‘let’s come back to this when you’re done being an asshole.’

october 14th,

the call went to voicemail again. you huffed, placing your phone face down onto the kitchen table that you were sitting at. beomgyu hadn’t picked the phone up in hours, nor was he answering your texts or showing any sign that he was coming home soon. after the small fight the two of you had a few days ago, he began avoiding you as if it had been all your fault.

you thought that things would change for this particular night.

around thirty minutes after the last attempt to call him, the door into your apartment clicked open. in came the topic of your thoughts, phone in hand and screen brightened due to movement. clearly he was just ignoring you, and had no genuine reason to avoid your calls.

‘oh,’ he looked up, taking in the sight. you’d set the table with candles and wine glasses, cold food untouched on your best plates. guilt consumed him when he remembered that it was your third year anniversary, and he had been a jerk to you all day. ‘i’m sorry, y/n, i was just busy and forgot what today was.’

‘ok,’ you replied simply, arms still crossed against your chest. it was your mission to avoid his eyes, because you knew you would forgive him if you were to take in his gentle features. and that was the last thing you wanted. ‘i’m going to bed. clean this up for me, yeah?’

beomgyu watched you exit the kitchen and go into the bathroom. you were wearing a dress he had bought you for one of your birthdays, one that he told you was his favourite. your hair and makeup had been done to perfection, and yet there stood beomgyu in jeans and a t-shirt and nothing prepared for you. no gifts, no surprises, not even a ‘happy anniversary’ wish or a bouquet of ‘i’m sorry’ flowers.

‘y/n, wait,’ he followed quickly behind you, pulling the bathroom door closed before you could open it all the way. ‘i messed up badly, i know, but i want to make it up to you.’

‘are you going to build a time machine so that you can go back in time and actually remember our anniversary?’ you laughed bitterly, shooting him a glare. ‘can you just get out of my way?’

he removed his grip on the handle, stepping aside. once inside the locked bathroom, you slid down to the floor so that you were sat with your back to the door and your head in your hands. did he not love you anymore?

‘i know you don’t want to talk to me right now,’ he continued on from the other side of the door. ‘i was an asshole. i started the fight and let you take the blame for it, and i didn’t even remember our anniversary, but you did all of this for me even though you were still angry at me. i’m so sorry, y/n, and i don’t expect you to forgive me.’

‘good, because i don’t forgive you,’ you whispered, tears threatening to fall. ‘i think i’m going to stay with a friend for a while… just until i can face you again.’

‘y/n, please don’t do this,’ beomgyu rested his head against the door, eyes closing in defeat. ‘please don’t leave. i’ll go… i’ll go stay with yeonjun for a week… to give us both some time to cool down and think.’

‘if that’s what you want,’ sighing, you wiped away at your tears. ‘and i won’t be going to soobin’s party.’

‘i wasn’t expecting you to,’ he frowned, lifting his head from the door and pushing away from it. ‘i’m sorry, y/n. seriously, this was all my fault.’ the floorboards creaked beneath his shoes as he walked away. that was your cue to get ready for bed, while he silently cleaned up the kitchen.

after you showered and changed into some warm pyjamas, you headed straight for bed without a worry about what beomgyu was doing. it was clear to you now that he had finally fallen out of love with you.

the hours you had spent making him his favourite meal, the expensive gift you left waiting for him on his bedside table, the dessert still sitting in the centre of the oven, the smile on your face as you found a ribbon perfectly matching the colour of his favourite dress of yours. that was the evidence. he didn’t even care, clearing everything away and spending the final hour of daylight in the living room alone. it was over.

october 15th,

it felt wrong. it felt empty. you’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, something in your muscles and joints and bones aching and preventing you from peacefully drifting off. when you woke up, beomgyu was already watching you with hurt in his gaze. if not for the painful connotations, it would have been sweet. two lovers waking up side-by-side in their shared bed, his eyes scanning over her features. except he was wondering where it all went wrong, and not how he got so lucky. he wanted to speak, but he had nothing left to say.

you rolled over to face away before making the move to get out of bed. the bedroom door closed loudly behind you after you disappeared. he sat up after, looking around the room filled with so many memories of the two of you. he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t ready to lose you just yet.

so he hurried after you, meeting you in the kitchen as you made yourself a morning coffee. you had this unmoving expression on your face, but your eyes were sad.

‘i don’t want to run away to yeonjun’s,’

‘i think we should break up,’

‘y/n, no,’ beomgyu was stubborn, that was one thing you had learned about him during your relationship. whether it was getting the last word in or completing a difficult level on the game he was playing, he wouldn’t give up until he got it. ‘we don’t have to break up to fix this, i want to be with you.’

‘no, you don’t,’ you mumbled, sniffling. he hurried to pull you into his arms, not wanting to see you cry if he was the reason behind it. ‘you don’t love me anymore.’

he didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t even sure if what you had said was true or false. he just let you cry in his arms, tears stinging at the corners of his own eyes as his t-shirt began to soak through. falling out of love was nobody’s fault, it certainly wasn’t his decision. he would never choose to lose you.

it felt like hours before he let you go. the grip you’d had on the material of his shirt left behind creases in two places, some of your hair stuck to your neck from where his head had been buried, tears of his own having inevitably fell.

but after the moment you shared, beomgyu was packing a week’s worth of things into the suitcase you’d taken to jeju last year and you were sitting in the middle of your bed with your knees to your chest. you had promised each other forever and you were willing to give him forever. how could he lose interest in you in just three years? how could he fall out of love with you when you were still so enamoured with him?

the very place you were coexisting in was the home you had built from the ground up. it was just a rented apartment — one that had seen many couples alike come and go — but you had made enough memories in it to make it feel special. the night you moved in, your first anniversary, all of the movie nights under rainfall, the talks you had about growing old together forever. memories that had been locked into the walls and the windows and the couch and the bedsheets. and as you stared at the person who you had created all of the memories with, you felt them all slipping away from you.

all you could feel was anger, embarrassment and heartache.

‘call me if you ever want to talk,’ beomgyu was standing in the doorway then, inches away from leaving your shared home. ‘i promise i’ll pick up every time you call.’

you only nodded weakly, your hand holding the door open being the only thing keeping him inside. neither of you knew what to say. how do you say goodbye to the love of your life?

once the door was closed, he was gone. you didn’t know what the future held for you both, whether he was ever going to come back and beg for you to let him stay. or would you slowly fall out of love with him in the same way that he had fallen out of love with you? maybe this was all a mistake and you were going to laugh about your time apart with friends in the future as they sat around your table in the kitchen with you. but only a fool would believe that.

october 24th,

the first week without beomgyu, you didn’t call. he wasn’t active on social media and he didn’t try to contact you either. it was a week to yourself, time for you to work on personal affairs and find happiness outside of your relationship. at the end of the week, he came back to pick up some more things. he didn’t drop to his knees and beg for another chance, he didn’t even ask if you wanted him to come back. you were walls apart as he washed some clothes and made a snack before packing up most of his stuff and walking out.

all you could do was cry into the pillow that still carried his scent that was slowly fading. the motivation to take care of yourself faded with his presence. you called in sick to work, cancelled on all of your friends, you barely even left the bedroom. if he was to show up again like that, out of the blue, you wouldn’t be able to face him.

november 17th,

weeks turned into a month and soon it was an apartment that was half yours and half nobody else’s. all of the bills had been switched to your name, not even the netflix subscription under his name anymore. the bedsheets and pillows had been washed of his scent completely. all he was to you was an untouched contact in your phone, the last few texts displaying arrangements for him to come pick the rest of his things up the night before halloween.

nobody broke up with anybody, you assumed he called it quits the first night he spent at his friend’s house. you told everyone it was a mutual agreement to break up, they hardly pitied you that way. some would apologise for bringing it up and give you that sympathetic frown, others would claim you weren’t right for each other, but they were wrong. he was the one for you, you’d been sure of that ever since the day you met him.

he was always kind, nobody expected it. he loved to joke around with his friends and play video games as if it was a paying job, but he was mature. he always had a logical solution when you turned to him for one. it was only when he knew you needed to laugh again that he would tease you or make an immature joke that received an eye-roll.

he knew you more than anyone else ever had. your favourite drink that he would always arrive with at the university library when you studied together. your forever loves, the movies you never got tired of and snacks you could eat until the end of time. the way you liked to be held in his arms before bed, the exact technique that would make you fall asleep when he played with your hair. how long you liked to shower, your favourite scent in perfumes and shampoos and detergent. your go-to flavour of ice cream, foods you would never eat even if you were offered a large sum of money.

god, you missed him like crazy. he seemed fine.

your relationship slowly disappeared from social media as if it hadn’t even happened. he was the first to delete the photos and posts about you, even the photos you had taken of him. you simply followed suit, not wanting to seem pathetic. although you archived every one rather than permanently deleting them, and a small part of you hoped he did the same.

everybody adjusted to the break-up, cutting themselves off whenever they mentioned his name around you. they tiptoed around you as if they knew that you would fall apart just thinking about him and what you’d once had. but you didn’t want it to be over. the lack of his presence in your life only caused you more pain, you just wanted him back.

the closest you had gotten to beomgyu since halloween was yeonjun showing up at your door. ‘he wanted me to return this,’ he’d said, holding a key out towards you. it was missing its keyrings, just a key attached to a metal loop. ‘and if you want it, i have his new address.’

of course you declined. he heartlessly sent a friend to return his key to you, but offered you an entrance into his new life without you. you wanted no part in his game, but avoiding beomgyu was impossible. you lived in the same area, shopped at the same stores, had the same friends. eventually you would have to talk, and you would have to find out what exactly happened between the two of you.

visiting the convenience store late at night was a common thing for you to do. you were wearing some old, checkered pyjama pants and a hoodie too big for your frame. it was going to just be a quick run in and out for some snacks and painkillers for your stubborn headache when you saw him standing there in front of an illuminated fridge.

he was staring between two drinks, one in each hand as if he was making a decision. his attire was much more put together than your almost-pyjama situation. he was dressed as if he had been out all day, like he had been out with somebody else, probably on a date considering he was dressed the same as he would when you he took you out on dates.

it was unknown to you, but beomgyu dressed up and came to the store in search for you. then it could be an accident that you bumped into each other, if this time was successful. he was always trying to accidentally bump into you on purpose.

you took off down an aisle as far away from him as you could, eyes searching for the painkillers that you typically bought. once you grabbed them and moved to another aisle, you heard beomgyu heading towards the cashier. thinking you were in the clear, you walked down the aisle he was previously occupying in search of the snacks you craved. as you approached the end of the aisle, the boy you were avoiding turned the corner and stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.

your feet brought you to a stop, just inches away from crashing into him. a sigh of relief left your lips.

‘hey,’ he spoke first, meeting your eyes.

‘hey,’ you whispered, gaze falling to the ground.

‘how are you?’ it was a stupid question to ask, he didn’t know where to start. all he wanted was to be close to you again.

‘well it’s a friday night and i’m about to eat a whole tub of ice cream and watch a movie,’ you laughed shortly, gesturing towards the ice cream box behind beomgyu. ‘what about you, is your date waiting for you in the car?’

‘i don’t have a date,’ the reply was simple and lacking emotion in his words, but you felt a wave of relief. it was reassuring that he wasn’t seeing anyone. it made you feel hopeful. ‘things are just a mess right now with the move and everything.’

‘yeah,’ you breathed out, then awkwardly chewing the inside of your cheek. ‘i better go, the couch is waiting for me.’

‘you forgot your ice cream,’ he twisted his head back towards the ice cream box. you came back down to earth in that moment and remembered where you were.

‘right, yeah,’ another laugh followed as you took a step towards him. he slid open the freezer from the top and you reached in for your favourite flavour. the door closing again cut through the silence. ‘goodbye, beomgyu.’

he didn’t say anything back. he couldn’t. goodbye, like you were trying to get away from him for the rest of time, like you hoped never to see him again. not a ‘see you around,’ or a simple ‘bye,’ but a goodbye. you were walking away by then as he stood frozen, so he followed you to the cashier.

as the cashier read out your total, beomgyu grabbed his card and placed it over the reader on the machine. you were left speechless, stumbling over your words as your receipt was being printed. you thanked the cashier with a smile but felt your shoulders drop with defeat.

annoyed, you shot him a glare and walked out of the store with your things. he followed behind you without grabbing his own things, the door sliding closed behind him. it was just the two of you staring each other down under the stars and the rain, neither of you knowing how to put this to an end.

‘i’m sorry,’ he spoke. ‘for everything. and i love you, y/n.’

he turned away, heading towards his parking space.

‘come home tonight,’ you called out into the dark, not even sure if he could hear you.

‘where do you think i’m going?’ he turned back around to face you. ‘i am going home.’

‘that’s not your home,’ you defended. ‘you know what i mean.’

‘i can’t do that,’ he sighed. ‘we broke up, i’ve moved out, we don’t even live together anymore.’

‘even if it’s just for one night?’ you frowned, your eyes stinging with oncoming tears.

beomgyu didn’t want just one night, he wanted to erase the past month and go back to how it used to be. it was comfortable and familiar and he loved you too much to let you go, but things had changed. the apartment would look different, you wouldn’t show the same side of you that he’d grown to love. you weren’t the same people anymore, you would never trust him the same way that you used to, and he’d fallen out of love with you. loving you could never compare to the way that he had seen you when he was deeply in love with you, like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars all in one.

‘and then what?’ he sighed. ‘this isn’t going to work.’

‘but why wouldn’t it?’ you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

november 27th,

if anybody was to ask what happened when you and beomgyu broke up, you wouldn’t know what to tell them. you were never sure if he was going to come back to you, but you still never gave up hope. that’s what people in love do, hope.

autumn was your favourite time of the year, or had been. you’d already skipped over halloween, and the novelty of orange leaves and brown clothing was starting to rub off. you wondered if beomgyu had been the thing you loved so much about autumn, because it was the time you fell in love. maybe you weren’t anticipating the season of pumpkins and coffee, maybe you were just looking to feel the same way you had when you first met him.

now that he was gone, everyday felt regular. it wasn’t exciting, there was nothing in the air. you didn’t walk around with a wide smile on your lips, kindly greeting strangers. you rolled your eyes at children jumping in leaf piles, scoffed when somebody ordered a pumpkin spice latte and pushed every cosy jumper to the back of your closet.

all that you had left was yourself. at least, that’s what you told yourself, because in reality you had everyone but him, and in reality, that was much worse.

there were so many missed calls and texts left unread on your phone, the device constantly buzzing on your coffee table. you would simply stare at the tv and switch between a million and one sitting positions in order to find a comfortable one. it always ended with your head hanging down from the couch and your legs thrown over the back of it. no plans, no purpose, no motivation, and time passing you by.

beomgyu was right, everything had changed, including you.

#was Not expecting to have my heart ripped out so violently but alright😁👍🏻#this was just soul-crushing tell me why i actually felt empty by the end.#them still wishing to go back but knowing that they can't no matter what they do is so cruel</3 #🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇 — angst #☁️ — lovers to exes

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS | choi beomgyu

genre: crack… that’s it cause idk if you can describe any of this as fluff LMAOO

warning: kms joke, that's really it tbh

notes: these have been sitting in my drafts for a WHILE so if they're bad I'm sorry I just need them OUT LMAO, this is also me testing the waters for an smau I wanna put out so hehe

P.s. if you don’t fuck with the blue emojis I don’t fuck with you

#i'm in tears over these😭😭😭😭#especially the last one had me doubling over gripping my knees</3 #🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇️ — comedy #☁️ — bf

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the messenger.

messenger!beomgyu x gardener gn!reader; fluff + f2l; wc: 1k

your messenger fell in love with you the first day delivering a letter to your home, and time has only strengthened his emotions. he has his suspicions, but do you reciprocate the feelings?

requested.

beomgyu has been your messenger for quite some time now.

the first time he delivered mail to your home, he got lost in the maze of a garden you have on your front lawn. not that he minded though, he thought your plants were beautiful and made sure to compliment them that first day as well. when his eyes met yours as he did so, he was instantly hooked.

sparkly eyes like yours don’t shine that bright towards beomgyu all the time, if at all. it’s difficult for him to even grab an ounce of attention from anyone he’s not delivering mail to. but somehow, in your presence, you made him feel more than just his job— he felt like your friend.

weeks pass by as he gets to know you. what begins as small talks of the weather and your home being the first to deliver to, turns into long deep conversations about life while the last piece of mail was being handed to your person.

beomgyu felt comfortable around you. he was free to be himself without any sort of judgement, and the second you allowed him into your home, he began thinking that you also felt that same way.

cups of tea or coffee were being sipped on as he allowed you to blabber on about the different classifications of roses— your favorite are the floribunda roses, which he set into the back of his mind to remember.

pieces of pastries or food being forgotten as you gave beomgyu the floor and began talking about the process on how to make your own paper— it was a hobby of his ever since some of his deliveries were sent back to him as waste.

he truly enjoyed his time with you, and you could say the same to him. so on the way out of your house from the latest talk the two of you had, beomgyu handed you a small envelope.

“don’t open it until i’m no where to be seen on the horizon,” he gives you a soft smile before letting you grab the letter on your own. he leans in slowly and presses a small, but firm, chaste kiss on your cheek.

“have a good night, yn.”

later that evening you found yourself huddled in bed, freshly showered. the letter laying on your bedside table— to be quite honest, you were nervous. beomgyu gave you extreme butterflies and you felt it in your heart that something in that letter he gave you was dealing with it.

using a small letter opener, you pull out the homemade paper from within it. small specks on pink litter the thick paper, a few petals of your favorite flower within it as well. you knew he made paper by hand, but this specific one was astonishing— it made you feel special, almost like he was giving you a full bouquet of flowers.

the letter was unfolded and as you read it, your heart couldn’t help but beat quicker than it ever has before.

my dear yn,

i can’t even begin to mention how many times i have hoped someone would bring me a letter addressed to you— to be able to grab that bundle of paper and make my way over to your home just to see you.

it undoubtedly made me happy just seeing your name hidden amongst the rest of the pile, and quite frankly, when i didn’t, i’d make the excuse to see you by grabbing a newspaper from across town.

as you are aware, your home is the furthest from the center of town and i did attempt to start with your home and work my way inwards when i first became the messenger. but that very first day was the day i decided to work my way outwards.

i adore seeing your bright smile at the end of a hard day, especially during the harsh summer and winter months. delivering letters isn’t as easy as it can be perceived, so having the opportunity to see my favorite person after a long day of work makes everything worth the trouble.

i truly hope my subtle actions of flirtation or romance weren’t upsetting or uncomfortable— my behavior was well intended. and i also would like to apologize for not being able to explain my emotions towards you in person.

penmanship is quite literally all that i know, so it only makes perfect sense for me to write this in a letter.

i am in love with you, yn.

i have been for so long that i am beginning to forget a time where i didn’t love you. you’re gentle, caring, appreciative, and loyal.. you handle your garden with so much attention that it makes me wonder if you would care for me in that way as well.

you’re a precious soul inside of a precious body, and i would do practically anything to be able to wrap you in my arms and sing you to bed every single night fall.

i have never met someone as bright and budding as you, and i truly hope this letter finds you well.

if it does not, promise me you’ll treat me as usual. i do not want to have messed up our relationship as friends. but, if by some miracle, you accept my confession..

i will be waiting for you in the center of town tomorrow at sunset with a basket filled of food and those fresh berries from my neighbors farm that you love so much.

take care of yourself,

choi beomgyu

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#this is genuinely one of my favorite fics i've read :') them talking about their interests and the way he gave them the letter💔#AND THEN THE LETTER💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔#not only the contents but also him making the paper himself and using their favorite flowers😞😞😞#this was so unbelievably sweet i loved it so much :(#🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — pining

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gyurecs · 5 months

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sending in a fluff request where you and the members (or just beomgyu) go cologne and/or perfume shopping! something like how they pick out a perfume for you to wear and how they wound react when they pick out a scent they really like on you~~

nawh, this sounds adorable! i dabbled a bit with each member and turned it into a kind of headcanons-ish-thing instead! hope that's okay! 💖

[note: requests are closed! currently trying to complete them all!]

[🌸] scent of a lover w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / non.idol!au / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / fluff, silly ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,169 words ✿ in which they choose a scent for you to wear and... [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet 💐

[🐰] soobin soobin intended to follow quietly or at least try to gauge what intrigued you or captured your interest as you two walked along the shopping mall department of perfume scents. he notices how certain smells make your nose scrunch up in distaste or whenever something pleasant makes you smile to yourself in satisfaction despite not wanting to get anything. he dabbled a little in having a go at picking out scents when he notices just how carefree you are in picking out the bottles, spraying them onto the paper provided and giving it a smell before handing it to him to have a whiff. he mindlessly picks one or two, and gives it a smell, before stumbling upon one that makes his eyes widen as the scent gently rings a bell of memory embedded in his mind. it's a cherry blossom fusion of sorts; citrusy and fruity yet... it's warm and comforting that it kisses his bones tenderly at the recollection. you pause and notice how soobin's turned to stone and carefully pluck the piece of paper so you can have a smell of what he's smelling. it's like you two are transported into the memory lane you two share; one filled with a confession under a cherry blossom tree on a warm, semi-breezy evening along the sunset. you don't miss the way soobin's pursed lips turn into a smile and the swiftness of his hands to grab a bottle of perfume to head to the counter to purchase for you.

tl;dr: more of a watcher than a participator initially, but would gradually get into watching you pick out a scent and would surprise you when he picks out a scent that reminds him of you. could potentially just be an overall feeling of what he's reminded of when he smells the scent but i think he could pick something out based on a core memory he has of you, or a memory that he's fond of whenever he thinks of you that it reminds him of it when he picks out a scent. wouldn't necessarily get offended if you didn't like the scent he's picked out but would enjoy having a small chat about what scent reminds you of each other in this little perfume haul.

[🦊] yeonjun yeonjun had a goal in mind the second you told him you wanted to get a new bottle of perfume. he thought he would be a bit more laid back but... no. it's impossible when he's bombarded with thousands upon millions of thoughts of what scent represents you and what best captures you as a person that it didn't cross his mind that you can just like something without needing a reason to. he's doubling down quicker than you are to smell out every single one but on the umpteenth one, he feels like his nose is fried and has to take a step back with a huff. more so when you're laughing at him. ignoring your request to slow down, jun. the store's not going to disappear, he reaches for another bottle of perfume and gives it a smell, only to gape at the scent that makes him exclaim: "this one! this is the one!" you'd have to cower and reach over to put your hand over his mouth, carefully looking around to make sure the two of you didn't give a false alarm to anyone of danger due to yeonjun's sudden burst of energy. he lowers his head with a sheepish grin, but doesn't hesitate to pull you closer so he can let you have a smell of what got him excited in the first place and... you'll admit. it was a grower rather than a love at first sight and... the way yeonjun's describing how each note makes him think of you, makes him feel for you in a condensed, bottled-up scent, it already secures in your mind that okay, this is the one.

tl;dr: i can see either one or two ways this could go down. one, he'll be leisurely following around to give you his honest opinion or two, it's game time and he has to pick out the perfect scent for you. most likely the latter, probably. he'd be so immersed in trying to find which scent suits you or describes you in his mind; or how each note from a scent makes him think of you that it's almost like a challenge that begun out of nowhere. the ironic thing is that he'll probably clog his nose up with all that smell that he'll have a breakthrough on the scent he picks up out of nowhere, and he's flooded with thoughts of this is the one for you! may or may not be slightly offended if you didn't like the one he picked out but he'd still work towards what you like and try again, and again, and again until he found something that you approve of. (yeonjun gives a 110% no LESS, we BEEN KNEW)

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu's intention when he mentioned he wanted to tag along was to have a good gauge of what you like, and possibly return in his own time to find something that suits you to give you as a gift. he asks questions upon questions; what's your favourite? which one suits you the best in your opinion? why do you like this one and not that one? what's your criteria for choosing the perfume and for what occasion? it's almost as if it's an interrogation that you tell him to bro, could you please chill for a second? he'll roll his eyes at you and scoff, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers together to prove a point of i'm not your bro, bro. in the midst of silence, a mini burst of laughter follows that you shake your head and continue your search, dragging beomgyu with you around the shop. he's giving you a bit of quiet time as he reads the labels around him until he spots one that he just has to get a sniff of to know what it smells like. you let out a soft oof! when he tugs you to follow where his eyes lead him to and he grabs a piece of paper and lightly shoves it into your hand so you can hold it while he grabs the tester to spray it on the paper. (yes, with your interlocked hands being the reason why you two have to do a bit of teamwork here...) he puts the bottle back onto the shelf and grabs your hand to pull the paper up to both of your noses, where upon first smell it makes the pair of you smile in amusement. then, like a record player that plays a familiar tune that just makes sense, beomgyu can see how you seem to like the smell that fills your nostrils that he doesn't wait for a verbal response to know that he found it, and he's gonna buy it.

tl;dr: i feel like sweet beoms could be a mixture of soobin and yeonjun, or he would come back in his own time to carefully scour out all options to buy one for you as a surprise gift. but he could potentially let the excitement of getting your first-hand approval in front of him take over and he'll let his instincts find something than anything else. i think if you don't like the scent he's chosen, he might be a bit sad about it but he would be more objective in finding another that truly suits your taste and one that you would like to use... however, seeing how pouty he gets if you do reject the one he initially chooses, would probe you to listen to why he chose that for you and maybe work together to choose something together.

[🐿] taehyun taehyun thought he would be a silent passenger and be of company and honest opinion if you needed it rather than participating to choose for you or with you given that he thinks perfume is such a suggestive thing to purchase. however... when he sees how excited it makes you feel when you smell something you like, or how it makes you back away from something you don't like, it's like it triggers a part of his brain to wonder what you like or what could you potentially like if he chose something? he begins slow by keeping in mind what you like and what you don't like, before carefully stepping away (but not too far) to scout around what's available to what reminds him of you. in his mind, he's thinking of what represents you to him but also what you might want for yourself given the things you've taken out to smell so far. he doesn't notice you're beside him until your hand reaches out to bring his wrist to your nose to get a sniff of the paper of perfume on it to smell. safe to say, he's surprised and even more when you mention: "huh, i kind of like it." he raises a brow and begins his questions: why do you like it? what does it remind you of? do you know what i think when i smell it? would you wear it? what started off as a mindless activity of potentially purchasing perfume, turns into a recollection of the things taehyun pays attention to you and remembers you by that ends with him purchasing a bottle for you.

tl;dr: i'm not sure why but i initially see taehyun as more of a passenger at first that slowly ventures into trying to see what reminds him of you, rather than for you. he wouldn't press for you to take whatever he selects because it's definitely a preference thing but he'll want to know what you like and don't like so it's embedded in his mind for future reference. he'll most likely end up picking something you like based on his attentiveness and the pure luck he has in randomly choosing something; yet, it'll all feel like it makes sense altogether just because it's taehyun. whether you end up buying or he ends up buying a bottle of perfume for you, it'll be a lovely memory and experience of discovering what you like and what he likes when you start asking him of what his preference is.

[🐧] kai kai thought he had a scent in mind that reminded him of you and would want to prove to you he could pick something out for you that you would like... only to get more confused each time you mention you like or dislike something that questions his choices from the very beginning. it's cute and hilarious watching him get flustered and frustrated over something as simple as choosing a bottle of perfume (even when you didn't ask him to do anything but just follow around, clearly he had other plans in mind). from time to time he'd try to pitch in with what about this one? or maybe this one instead? safe to say, it was clear that he was trying his hardest and to you, that was a sweet gesture that made you feel warm inside. it almost didn't matter the scent he'd pick since you'll try to love it anyway but when he picked out something that made him stop in his tracks, he's quick to pull you towards him so he could let you have a smell of what he struck on. he doesn't know what to make of your expression when you don't smile, only creating a bigger suspense that makes his heart nearly fly out of his chest. he lets out the biggest sigh when you start to grin, nodding as you reach for a bottle to purchase and–"you monster! i thought you hated it!" through the fit of giggles and him chasing after you in the store to reach the cashier first so he can pay for it, it certainly is a memory you would never forget given his attempts of being attentive and by your side, putting in the effort that makes your heart swell each time you'd pick up this perfume bottle to use it.

tl;dr: i feel like kai would make it more complicated than it needs to be, but only because he cares so much and would want to choose something that you would like. he wouldn't necessarily get offended if you don't like something he's picked but it'll definitely confuse him more when he thought you liked something but end up hating it or when you like something he thought you hated; the spiral is never-ending as it is confusing but it somehow makes sense the longer he follows you along. this sweetheart may or may not get a bottle for himself as a tiny reminder he'd have of you around whenever he misses you a lot. (or he'll just take your perfume from time to time, a 'friendly swap' of sorts...)

#everything about this has me so ..... 😞😞😞😞😞#the way each scenario is so distinctly them</3 #soobin choosing it based on memories .... yeonjun putting absolutely everything into finding the perfect one ....#beomgyu making everything a team effort (them holding hands while spraying the sample💔💔💔) .... tyun unexpectedly getting so into it .....#and hyuka being so confused at first and then still finding the one😭 plus the note about him getting the same one as a reminder of his s/o??#oh i loved this so much😭😭😭😭😭#🤍 — rec.yeonjun #🤍 — rec.soobin #🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🤍 — rec.taehyun #🤍 — rec.hyuka #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — bf

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gyurecs · 5 months

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words left behind - choi soobin

summary: a series of forgotten ‘I love you's becomes too much for soobin, leaving him in a state of worry

pairing: gn reader x choi soobin

genre: fluff/slight angst; 1.6k words

the words “I love you” were always exchanged between you and soobin. they were more than mere words. they were a symphony of shared affection. a daily tradition that had permanently made its way into your lives. it didn’t matter who was around or where you were, you never once forgot to exchange those three sweet words.

but lately, life had its own plans in mind, and with millions of responsibilities and burdens on your shoulders, there were a few times when you had forgotten to say the words back to soobin.

a few times too many.

“dammit, i’m gonna be late!” you exclaim, rushing to kick off the covers that were half of the reason for your warmth all night.

the other half, your boyfriend, was currently rubbing his eyes in confusion at your behavior. “what’s going on?” he asks softly.

“my stupid phone died during the middle of the night so my alarm didn’t go off,” you huff loudly as you strip out of your pajamas, running around the room like a headless chicken, “i’m supposed to present the financial report today and now I don’t even have time to grab breakfast or coffee and I work til late and I ju–”

your words are cut off by soobin, who has now made his way out of your shared bed to hold you in his arms. “hey hey, shhh, it’s alright..” he reassures you, “how about you shower while I make you coffee and a quick bite to eat?” and if that wasn’t enough to make you fall for him all over again, he wasn’t finished. “and text me when you’re finishing up so I can order your dinner, okay?” he leaves you with a kiss on your forehead.

you have to remind yourself that you don’t have time to cry in his arms and ramble about how unbelievably lucky you are, so you leave him with kisses all over his face before turning to your tasks, hoping that it would be enough to convey your love. “thank you so much, baby!”

after getting ready and grabbing all of your things, you quickly make your way to the entrance of your apartment. “i’m off now!”

“good luck, I love you!” soobin yells from the room, except instead of hearing those words in return he’s met with the sound of a door slamming shut.

the weekend meant that there was finally some time for rest and relaxation between you and soobin. no work nagging at you and no clock dictating your day. it was a clean slate, meant just for the two of you.

surprisingly, instead of staying in like usual, you decided to plan a small picnic at a park nearby.

“hurry, before the sun sets without us!” you exclaim, excitedly running towards your designated spot under the tree. your picnic basket was filled with various types of your favorite foods: gimbap, dumplings, bread, and ramen in heated mugs. you even had plans to get bingsu once you were finished.

you and soobin sat down and immediately started digging in, updating each other on the details of your week. when time is your enemy and a constant reminder of harsh deadlines, you don’t always have time to fully explain the details of your day. however, during times like this, you had all the time in the world.

“and then my boss said I gave the best presentation, can you believe it?” soobin smiles at your enthusiasm, proudly letting both of his dimples show. “of course I believe it, my baby is the best.” his lips meet your cheeks as his arms wrap tighter around you. after finishing up all of the food, you cuddled up together against the tree.

“I wanna thank you for being so patient with me this week.” you utter softly.

“hm? what do you mean?” soobin asks, a bit taken aback from the sudden gratitude.

“i’ve been so busy this week and you’ve just been an absolute angel,” you explain, “I can’t thank you enough for everything you do to help me, soobin.”

you feel soobin smile against your neck before he places soft kisses on your skin. “if I can help alleviate some of your stress then it’s no problem. you always do the same for me..”

you turn your body slightly to look your boyfriend in the eyes, the both of you grinning ear to ear before pressing your lips together. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sounds of your heartbeats, and the taste of his kiss, which tasted a lot like the honey bread he had just finished.

“I love you, baby.” soobin confesses after breaking the kiss, his sudden confession making your heart swell.

as soon as you open your mouth to respond, you feel a sudden cold splash on your forehead. “I– ah!” you look up only to feel another splash, then another, then another.

it was raining.

“oh god, soob, it’s raining! let’s hurry back!” you stand up quickly to pack away any trash that was leftover from your meal. you look over to see your boyfriend staring at the ground with an unrecognizable emotion on his face. his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and you could see his fists starting to bunch up the blanket underneath him.

“soob?” you repeat yourself.

suddenly he snaps out of whatever state he was in and stands up, grabbing the blanket and folding it into a smaller square. while you carried the basket, he used the blanket as an umbrella to keep you two from getting wet.

at this point, all bingsu plans were cancelled, and the silence in the car led you to believing that he was really looking forward to it.

“hey, maybe we can get bingsu tomorrow?” you suggest, trying your best to lighten the mood.

“okay, sure.” he says dryly.

something had shifted. he didn’t glance at you once and didn’t even bother holding your hand with his free one. you thought that maybe he was trying to pay extra attention to the road since it was raining, so you didn’t question it anymore.

later that night, things had started to go back to normal. it seemed like soobin has snapped out of whatever mood he was in before and was mostly back to talking normally. however, he still had a bit of hesitation with his words.

you lie in bed as he finishes his skincare routine, eyes barely hanging on as exhaustion takes over your body. you’re half asleep when he finishes, a sleepy smile on your face as he crawls into bed next to you.

“today was really fun..” soobin murmurs quietly. you hum in agreement as sleep begins to take over your body more and more.

“night baby, I love you.” soobin confesses.

he felt stupid after multiple attempts of trying to hear you say it back. he didn’t understand what was going on, I mean, things seemed to be going okay? you still hugged and kissed him as if nothing was wrong. so why was he hurting so much?

each time, it pricked at his heart, a tiny bit of insecurity growing with every missed "I love you." he began to wonder if this was the beginning of you slowly distancing yourself from him.

and you, half-dreaming already, hum once again in response, your mind already halfway between dreams and reality.

“please say it back..” soobin whispers, his voice cracking and eyes beginning to tear up.

the vulnerability and emotion in his voice immediately breaks you out of whatever dream you were having. you turn to look at him and the sight of a tear streaming down his face was stronger than any alarm could possibly be.

wide awake now, you reach out to cup his cheek. “i’m here, honey, i’m so sorry,” you whisper. a mix of insecurity and embarrassment washes over soobin’s face, and he can’t help but to ask quietly:

“do you still love me?”

it’s almost as if you could hear your own heartbreak at the words. all you could feel was guilt and hurt due to the doubt you had unintentionally given to the person you loved most. “yes, of course baby,” you begin, “I love you so much, I promise I love you with all of my heart.”

soobin immediately shows a relieved smile, happiness consuming his entire body after finally hearing the words he was desperately missing this week.

“i’m sorry, i’m a bit embarrassed now..” soobin wipes some of the stray tears on his cheek before letting out a sad chuckle. “I know it probably wasn’t intentional but you haven't been saying it back and I got in my head..”

you shake your head as you wrap your arms around him, face buried in his neck as your hands rub gentle circles on his back. “no, I should be the one apologizing,” you state firmly, “I am so so sorry for leaving you hanging and taking advantage of your love.”

before soobin could even interrupt you to deny your words, you were already sitting up. “you know how much those words mean to me, and i’m sorry I let the craziness of the world take them away.”

“truthfully, you’re the reason why I was able to get through this week. even though you didn’t necessarily hear it from me, your love is what anchored me and gave me strength. but.. I don’t want to make it a bad habit. because you deserve to hear those words more than anything. you deserve to feel the certainty of my love.”

soobin’s smile blossoms into one of pure affection, his fingers caressing your cheek with a gentle tenderness as he leans in to meet you in a kiss. a kiss that conveyed everything you two wanted to say to each other at that moment.

i’m sorry

it’s okay

I love you

I love you too

#PLEASEEEE this is so cute😿😿😿#him being so upset to the pount of tears plus the talk they had :')#this was just so sweet💔#🤍 — rec.soobin #🖇 — fluff #🖇 — angst #☁️ — bf

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gyurecs · 5 months

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tyun dragon au pls B)

I died this is ur fault fuck you chip <3

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Glass on the Ice and the Wind

Pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff, dragon!au, mc is a glassblower

Warnings: n/a

When you return to your hometown, you don't tell anyone of your journey.

Well, in ways, of course, you do. You must. People knew where you were going, knew the treasure that you sought—they knew you meant to find the rare dragon sands lost to legend hundreds of years ago or more. It would not have made sense if you'd come back, shimmering sand in tow, ready to be blown into the finest glass the world has ever known, and had no adventure in finding it.

So you evade. Tell them bits and pieces, blather about the unimportant things—the price of supplies in surrounding villages, how green the forest leaves glinted under sunlight, the way the white sands of the beaches you crossed glowed in the pale of the moon. You tell them about towns they know, about some they do not know, and you tell them, of course, that you had a guide.

"I would not have found the sands if not for him," you admit readily. "My journey would have been for naught, had I not found him first."

And so, there are questions about your guide that follow. Who was he, what was his name, how did he know the way to the dragon sands and why did he not come back with you?

To all this you laugh, and smile, and give blithe answers away as though there is nothing to hide. A simple traveler of the winds, who gave you a name you could pronounce (which is true—it was simply not the only name he gave). The path to the sands is one his family has known for generations. He would not have come, though you asked once. He has his own home on the winds, traveling where his fancy guides him—to the snow, to the sands, to the water, the trees.

And all of this is true. None of it is a lie. Much easier to tell them this than, say, tell them that your guide was a dragon.

It's not as if they'd believe you, anyway. Dragons have been the stuff of legend for millennia—even more so than the sands you found, and the shimmering glass they make. No one believes they exist. You wouldn't have, if you had not met one yourself. Which is why you neglect to tell them this one detail, even though it forms the core of one man whom you've grown to care for deeply.

Taehyun. You remember him every moment in your forge, with every bead of sweat that drips down your face. The fire in his eyes follows you in the flames that flicker and leap in your fireplace, the warmth of his laugh etched into every glass sculpture you create. You see him, the dragon you found and helped nurse back to health—you see him everywhere you go, though he has never once been here.

On a dark night, the moon shining full in the sky, you find it in yourself to finally admit it, then. That you fell in love with a dragon. And that though you understand why he couldn't come with you—the same reason you couldn't stay with him—it still hurts to know that there could be nothing more of it.

It's not fair. Which is obvious—life isn't fair—but on nights like these where you miss Taehyun so much it feels like your breath is gone, you almost wish you hadn't gone on your search for the dragon sands. Almost is the key word, almost—because you know in your heart you never could have regretted meeting Taehyun, meeting a dragon and learning legends long lost to humans as you helped him in the ways you could to recover from the curse that had tried to eat away his soul. But if you'd never met him, never heard his voice, never saw his dark eyes under the light of the moon...

If you hadn't known what you were missing, at least you'd never have to mourn it.

But that sort of thinking isn't fair—not to Taehyun, and not to yourself. Which is why, in the morning, you go back to work as usual, and continue to find small comfort in your dragon's warmth everywhere you look.

Until one morning under a cold, blue sky, when the wind blows so strongly that you crave the blazing heat of your forge as soon as you've forced yourself to climb out of bed.

It was a day like this when you met the dragon who used to ride on the winds—no ice and snow, not just yet, but gales whipping you to and fro until you sought shelter in what you thought was an unoccupied cave. You smile a little at the memory, laughing at your fear when you realized the cave was not, in fact, unoccupied, and when you enter your forge the cold melts away and you get to work, toasty warm and safe from the chill. You haven't even been in there half an hour, though, before someone comes pounding at your door.

"Y/N!" A pink-cheeked, breathless Huening Kai stands before you when you step outside. "Someone in the square is looking for you!"

"Looking for me?" You frown, trying to recall if you're expecting any guests. None that you can remember—it's getting too cold for travel, anyone who would have visited would have come in the warmer months. "Did they specifically ask for me? What was their name?"

"He didn't give a name, but he says he seeks the artisan who shaped dragon glass." Kai's eyes sparkle with interest, which is all that keeps you from shutting the door—too often, since you sold the first shimmering piece of glassware that sparkled like the first sun on snow after a blizzard, have you been besieged by those wanting to buy your little shop or try to pry the secret of the dragon sands from your lips. "He's not like the others, Y/N. He said you would know him."

Your frown deepens. Who would you know—

Oh.

You blink rapidly once, twice. Even with the chill of the air, something begins to warm in your stomach, in your chest—a reckless hope that grows against your will the longer you look at Kai. Because it can’t be him. There’s no way.

And yet—

"You said he's in the square?"

You’ve thrown yourself into the cold wind almost before Kai has given you an answer.

The walk to the square is a short one, barely five minutes on a good day. In weather like this it's usually empty, and for good reason—you certainly wouldn't choose to if you didn't have to. But today, there are more people milling about than usual, fighting the sharp wind to gain a glimpse of—

Him.

Wrapped in brown furs tinged with the slightest red, ice-pale streaks running through his dark, dark hair. Warm skin that almost seems to glow, and large eyes that catch yours where you stand at the edge of the square, knees turned to water and arms to jelly. He's dressed so plainly, just the way you would be if you'd thought to put on a coat to ward against the wind, but somehow, still, he wears those ragged furs like a prince.

Taehyun. The dragon you met, the dragon you loved—in his human form, now, in a place you never thought you'd see him.

You're not sure who moves first. In the end, though, it doesn't really matter. You meet, somehow, and then it's just you in his arms and him in yours, his inner warmth seeping into your skin, sheltering you against the chill the way he always did.

"You're here." You realize you're tearing up the moment you speak, embarrassment and emotion clogging your throat. "Why are you here?"

He laughs, and the sound reverbs through your chest—comforting, like the soft gusts of wind that had followed his laughter when you tried to cheer him as he healed in his dark cave. "Why aren't you wearing a coat?" he asks in turn, all the warmth of his love in his eyes as he repeats a question he asked you so many moons ago. His arms pull you closer than you ever thought possible as your hand rises to touch his shoulder, his chin, his cheek, eyes searching his throat where you know there are scattered scales of icy blue hiding behind the furs covering his skin.

You snort wetly, wiping the tears from your face. "Answer me first."

"As you wish." He smiles, and you realize then how much you missed this—how, in the end, you wouldn't have been able to bear the distance from your love, your dragon—how you'd have set out to find him again at least once before you died. The flames that dance in his eyes burn so steadily, rooting you to the here, the now, even as the winds that gust around you threaten to blow you away. "I told you before that I go where the winds blow."

A kiss to your forehead, another to your nose. Feather light, butterfly soft, and then he presses his lips to yours.

You're there for seconds. You're there for an eternity. You're there as the sun rises and sets, the winds howling past—you're there, here, steady against the earth, steady as the fire banked in Taehyun's soul, whose warmth he has shared with you.

When you break away, his eyes are soft, softer than they've ever been. And as you cup his cheek in your palm, brushing away a tear that has just begun to trickle down his skin, he speaks once more. "I go where the winds blow," he says again, words so quiet yet so warm against the icy cold. "This time, they brought me to you."

#blossom-hwa is the writer that will ALWAYS take 'alternate universe' seriously #no matter if it's 0.5 or 50k her works will always have me forgetting my surroundings because i get so immersed #and no matter what type of fic it is i know that it will hit HARD #😭😭😭#🤍 — rec.taehyun #🖇 — fluff

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[❣️] just wanna hold [allt_🐯]

✿ beomgyu x gn!reader / non.idol!txt / word count: 250 words ✿ drabbles and blurbs based on this list! [reblogged list] ✿ [tag: #a love like this_drabbles] / [a love like this_drabbles masterlist] ✿ prompt: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it. [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet ✨

beomgyu never did have a reason to hold onto you. or rather… his reason was that it was all of the reasons to hold you. if it sounds tricky… it’s understandable. just focus on the present, which is when the lot of you have huddled around on a pathetically small table meant for three that you stubbornly made accommodate for six.

in a secluded coffee shop where the conversations remained hush hush yet animated as one another spill the tea, you’re invested in a story that yeonjun was telling; five pairs of ears eagerly listening in. well, four apparently, when midway, a hand slips in yours under the table that makes you jolt at the sudden movement.

you turn to your side to see beomgyu not looking at you and currently has his eyes on yeonjun who kept talking. it baffles you but it doesn’t steer you off from it. instead, you lace your fingers between his and that captures his attention to turn to look at you with a small smile. upon meeting eyes, it’s like he can hear you asking what’s up? he shakes his head with his smile growing, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he continues on holding; his words telepathically entering your mind with nothing, just wanted to hold your hand.

just like that, you can’t even pay attention to yeonjun’s narration anymore but focus on the way beomgyu draws random shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb.

#just two sentences in and it already feels like i got shot :/#i could cry the two of them just being in their own world like that has me so 😞😞😞😞#it's so simple and yet so intimate especially when they start talking to each other through looks i'm </3 #also i've been missing out on all your new works i'm 😭😭😭 there will be a reblog spree sometime in the future!#i have a serious qqtxt deficiency rn☹️#🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — bf

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𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 + 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

warnings; none really, but i did right this with the idea of bestfriend!reader, so keep that in mind <33

yeonjun ; he's so cocky about it. the minute he finds the little envelope with his name written on it, he's all over it, immediately trying to find the sender. he's the type to ask his friends to look out for him, he has eyes all over the place, looking for someone who even remotely gets close enough to his stuff for them to be able to leave a note. junnie definitely seems like the type to have a few false confrontations too. but when he finally gets it right and he realizes it's you whose left him the notes, his sweet best friend, he's so happy <3 he's the type to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips right then just to hear you giggle in relief. "you're so cute, y/nnie. but, y'know you could have just told me." and he'd definitely tell you to prove that everything you wrote in the letters were true.

soobin ; he already knows it's you. how could he not, he's been obsessing over you for the past few years. and the warmth that blooms in his chest when he realizes you feel the same way makes his knees weak :( he's so patient with you. even though he knows it's you, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into confessing when you're not ready. so, instead, he just gets softer with you. he gets more touchy, pressing you close to his body, his hands almost reverent in the way he touches you. and when you finally do confess, he just gives you that lovestruck look, his big hands cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheekbone, telling you he feels the same way <3

beomgyu ; he think it's so sweet. someone's leaving him love letters? and its not on accident? he gets so soft <3 he's the type to leave notes for you, too, addressing them to his secret admirer. and he doesn't tell anyone about it, he likes how secretive it is. he likes that it's something just between you two. he thinks it's romantic in a poetic kind of way. a month or so of note passing go by before he finally catches you in the act, and he gets so happy. he can't help himself, he just says your name in a whisper under his breath before wrapping you up in his arms and pressing little kisses all over your face before landing on your lips. "it was you the whole time? my baby, my baby, my baby."

taehyun ; very straightforward with it. he takes the least amount of time to figure out who sent him the letters. he'd recognize your handwriting from the first note you left, no matter how much you tried to change your writing style. but he'd be patient with you, waiting until the right moment to ask you about it. and when he does, he's so sweet about it :( with the appropriate amount of teasing, of course. he'd wrap you up in his strong arms so you can't run away from him, telling you how cute your notes were and how he's gonna pay you back for them, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

kai ; a mix between being a tease about it and being super shy. on one hand, oh my god, someone gave him a love letter!! but on the other, oh my god, someone gave him a love letter. he's definitely the type to try to keep them a secret; he doesn't wanna get teased for having for getting love letters from an unknown source, but he also can't help but ask his hyungs for advice :( and he also completely dismisses their advice :( he'd get way too nervous to go out of his way to try and find the sender, and he'd still get so shy when he accidently catches you leaving one in his bag for him <3

#ohhh my god . oh my god💔💔💔#soobin already knowing cause he's so obsessed with them already???#beomgyu sending letters back and calling them 'my baby'?????????#hyuka being so nervous about it all and dismissing all advice??????#😿😿😿😿😿😿😿#🤍 — rec.yeonjun #🤍 — rec.soobin #🤍 — rec.beomgyu #🤍 — rec.taehyun #🤍 — rec.hyuka #🖇 — fluff #☁️ — friends to lovers

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feather

pairing: hueningkai x g.n reader

genre: comfort fic, almost bff2l, slight angst warnings: mentions of running someone w a car rating: 13+

wc: 654

a/n: originally this fic was supposed to be posted in july as a gift but happy late late (like literally 3 weeks late) birthday @fairybinie <3 i hope that your birthday was spent so so well and i feel like it's been such a pleasure to call you one of my close friends :(( i also wanted to say happy birthday to hyuka as well!! this fic is for both val and our favorite maknae so i hope you guys enjoy reading this!!

“I can't take another moment with him.” You groaned before tossing your phone into the backseat of the car and slumping down even further into your seat.

It was another one of your late night drives with your best friend, Kai, when you had been distracted with the sound of your buzzing for the past 2 hours. The individual that you had been texting, or at least trying to cut off, was someone that you thought would reciprocate your feelings but it ended like any other situationship that you found yourself into. The only thing coming from them was just the same three words that you weren’t looking for.

‘Send a pic.’

“Am I allowed to run him over with my car?” Kai asks but you sigh to yourself, shaking your head at his question.

“I think you should be, at this point.” But you always wondered why it was so hard these days to find someone genuine.

It had been over a year or so since your last relationship, and to say that you were still in your healing process was a bit more extreme said than done. You wanted to find your inner peace at some point, but it was hard when every other person was just like the last, making you want to rip your hair out and never be in another relationship again.

“Why can’t I find someone that actually wants to know more about me?” You mumbled to yourself quietly and stared at your fingers that were in your lap, but what you failed to notice was the latter’s glance that was focused towards you.

For the past three years that Kai has known you, he could’ve mistaken all of the supposed platonic dates and actions that you two have done together as purely platonic and just that. He never had thought of you in the light before where you had meant much more to him than a friend. But ever since the start of you looking for other guys to date and find love in, he realizes that he was stuck as the friend that comforts and heals your broken heart at the end of the night.

Even if it had meant running some of them over, hypothetically, with the car that you both were sitting in right now.

“I always like knowing more about you.” He speaks up with a small smile, making you turn your head to look at him as a playful scoff leaves your lips.

“You’re obligated to say that, you’re my best friend.”

Right, he was stuck in the friend zone.

Maybe someday he will tell you how much you mean to him, in terms of wanting to protect you against the world. The way that love should feel as though you’re a feather floating around in mid air, letting it take its course with ease from the moment that you have found that right person. Maybe that one day will be the day that he tells you about how he wants to be the soft summer breeze that helps keep you afloat in happiness, if you were a feather.

But that day isn’t going to be for today, as he knew that you needed him more now than any other day.

“Then as your best friend, let’s just go home and watch some Netflix, hm? No more being sad, and let’s just take our time debriefing ourselves at home.” He suggests while holding up a french fry as an offering, a silent one that definitely has more meaning than it should at this moment.

Another day, Kai tells himself, as he watches as you take the fry with a small smile and eat it, while nodding your head towards the direction out of the parking lot.

And when that day comes, he promises to himself that he’ll be there to keep you safe at all times; to be happy like a feather.

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#this is sooo 😭😭😭#him not confessing yet because he knows they need him as a friend at the moment💔#🤍 — rec.hyuka #🖇 — fluff #🖇 — angst #☁️ — pining

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