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spookybias · 3 years

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[ #EEF3B4 ] — choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader. genre: fluff, sensual, established relationship au. warning: kissing. word count: 1.1k

"why did you pick this movie, anyway?" beomgyu sighed, throwing his head back against your brown pleather couch. he wasn't actually annoyed by your film choices, just in the mood to do something much more physically affectionate.

"I like this movie a lot, gyu." you popped a handful of popcorn into your mouth, ignoring the stray pieces that fell onto the navy blue blanket spread across your criss-crossed legs. you and beomgyu had been together long enough for you to not feel awkward about your messy eating habits around him. you kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, much to beomgyu's dismay. he wanted —no, needed— all of your attention right now.

no matter. beomgyu knew how dim-witted you could be sometimes. you had been completely oblivious to his advances back when the two of you were just friends, forcing him to outright tell you that he had a huge crush on you to your face, mere inches away from your lips. he didn't mind it at all. your slow-at-catching-on persona was considered utterly adorable to beomgyu.

he poked your cheek with his finger. "____. look at me please." he pouted his lips. "I missed looking into your eyes the whole time I was gone."

you turned your face away from the movie to look at your boyfriend in the gold fluorescent luster of the fairy lights webbed across your living room ceiling. beomgyu was met with one of your famous small smiles. your heart skipped a beat. he looked so pretty in this lighting. his hair was disheveled from the amount of times he had thrown his head back, and he was dressed comfortably in a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and black ankle socks. his shirt was rumpled upwards from the way he was slouched on the sofa. maybe if you weren't so dense you would understand why beomgyu thought this particular setting was perfect to do something besides watch a movie.

"what's up with you, gyu?"

beomgyu let out a fake wail of discomfort. his face scrunched up the way a baby's would when crying. "I just told you how much I missed looking into your eyes and you ask me what's up?" gyu playfully sniffled. "I've been gone for a month and this is how I'm treated when I get back." he dramatically threw himself across your lap, almost knocking your bowl of popcorn to the floor.

"beomgyu." you jokingly rolled your eyes, setting the bowl on top of the end table on your other side. "you didn't tell me how much you missed it, just that you missed it," you corrected.

beomgyu jumped up from your lap, his previous act being dismissed by the both of you. "I missed you this much," he informed you while opening his arms as wide as he could.

"that's so little," you teased, before turning back towards the TV.

beomgyu went back to pouting. "can we do something else?" he whined. he gave you a knowing look, one that resembled that of a puppy. you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, causing the soft look on gyu's face to vanish almost immediately. his once innocent-looking expression transitioned into a smirk as he put his two fingers to walk up your arm towards your collarbone.

his actions went over your head. "we can do whatever you want later. we're only thirty minutes into the movie."

beomgyu sighed and leaned back onto the couch, defeated. "fine." he lifted his legs up onto the cushions, curling up next to you. "is this the ghibli movie with the cats?" he questioned.

"there's a lot of ghibli movies with cats," you told him. "but no, this isn't a ghibli movie. it's night on the galactic railroad. I like this movie 'cause the author of the book wrote the storyline while in sorrow. you can definitely feel the plot on a more universal and emotional level knowing that. it's actually kind of sad, too. towards the ending—"

you had lost beomgyu at "there's a lot", and he went to work at pulling on the waistband of your butterscotch-colored track shorts before letting go. the band snapped back against the skin of your hip. it didn't hurt, but it definitely caught you by surprise.

beomgyu chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "can we kiss?"

"gyu- I-" you gulped hard. so that's what he wanted to do, you thought to yourself, finally catching on. "I just ate popcorn." you tried to stall as beomgyu's finger tips ghosted over your collarbone. you could feel your face becoming hotter by the second. it's not that you didn't want to kiss your loving and mischievous boyfriend. you had always been a bit shy when it came to somewhat sinful affection.

beomgyu picked up a leftover piece of popcorn, one of the few that had sprinkled onto your lap when you were eating without any manners. he popped it into his mouth. "there. now we're even."

you nodded your head, palms sweaty and kneecaps tingling. you leaned in towards your lover and pecked his lips. the both of you had shared kisses plenty of times, but you were always too nervous to initiate anything that wasn't a handful of short-term smooches.

"that's it?" beomgyu whined. "you clearly didn't miss me as much as I missed you." he held your face in his hands to keep you still, squishing your cheeks just a bit. "well, i missed you this much," beomgyu declared, before giving you a lengthy kiss.

your lips moved in sync with his. his hands traveled to your torso. you felt his palms trail along your sides, forming the yellow brick road.

you pulled away, feeling satisfied and less hesitant, then dived back in, delivering a school of kisses all over beomgyu's face. he burst into a fit of giggles. whenever you kissed him, he felt more than just butterflies. there was a beautiful botanical garden of buttercups and poppies, rhododendron and forsythia shrubs, swarmed with clouded yellow and holly blue butterflies within his stomach. and that was just every time you peppered him.

when you touched him —traced your fingertips along his smooth-as-milk skin— he was a volcano bound to erupt and let his love form obsidian visions of you.

several minutes passed. the two of you opened your eyes, taking in each other's flushed expressions; your shy sighs and beomgyu's blushing cheeks. you flicked one of his candy apple tinted ears, and he rushed to pat down his hair to cover both. he was never scared to initiate things, but afterwards he was always a cute wreck.

beomgyu curled up into your side again. "i just wanted to kiss you for a bit." he knew you understood now, but still felt the need to explain himself.

"i get that," you assured him. you reached for a handful of popcorn, stuffing your mouth full before feeding some to gyu.

"what movie is this again?"

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