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astrozuya · 2 years

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☆ HOME, choi beomgyu.

❛ pairings: choi beomgyu x gn!reader.

❛ content: angst to fluff. reverse comfort. wc: 580. no pronouns are used for reader.

❛ warnings: mentions of overworking and having a fever, crying, beomgyu is insecure and homesick. idol!gyu. pet names (baby). established relationship. lowercase intended.

❛ notes: requested by @dollskillwithlove. i hope you like it!! have a great day :)

beomgyu's tired. you can tell he is. he's sprawled out on the floor of the practice room, droplets of sweat glistening on his skin, his breath coming in short huffs.

one night of overworking himself isn't that concerning, considering it's beomgyu— he's always been a hard worker despite his outwardly carefree attitude, anyone who knows him knows how dedicated he is— but something's been off about him all week.

he hasn't talked to you or his members that much, he spends way too much time practicing, and his sleep schedule is practically nonexistent. his smile drops every time he thinks no one is looking. just yesterday you saw him curled up in his bed gazing longingly at a photo of his family.

he's sad. and as his partner it's your duty to cheer him up. knowing beomgyu would do the same for you only makes you more determined to see him smile again.

you step inside the room and lie down next to beomgyu. he tilts his head towards you, puzzled, and the dark circles under his eyes make your heart ache.

"hey, gyu," you say softly. "how're you feeling?"

"fine," beomgyu sighs, looking away.

you frown. "baby, you need rest. can you please come to bed?"

he shakes his head. "i'm fine, really."

you raise a hand to his forehead, startled when you feel it's slightly too warm. "i think you have a fever. please just take it easy."

you stand up and pull him up by his hands, leading him out of the practice room and back to his room.

he goes in for a shower, while you go and get him some food and water.

when he comes out, he sits on the bed and slowly starts eating what you got him, as you take a towel and gently start drying his hair.

its only when you've finished that you realise beomgyu's eyes are brimming with tears.

you hug him, arms holding him tightly as he sobs quietly.

"what's wrong, gyu?" you ask him softly.

he sniffles, turning his head towards you. "my head hurts. and i'm tired, and i want to sleep, but i need to practice. moa are expecting me to be perfect, but i'm going to end up disappointing them, i know i am. i'm not good enough. i'm not even good enough for you. i just- i just want to go home."

"sweetheart, no one expects you to be perfect," you tell him. "you're already amazing, moa will always love you no matter what you do and how you perform. you're not disappointing anyone. especially me. i love you, you're everything i need. and just being with you is enough for me."

beomgyu looks at you, eyes still shimmering with tears. "really?"

you press a kiss to his forehead. "of course."

he breathes out shakily, nodding, and you hold his hands in yours.

"and gyu- i know i'm not a substitute for your family, but- whenever you're away from home- let me be your home. i'll keep you safe and be there for you, i promise. i love you."

beomgyu's eyes widen, cheeks slowly reddening as he blushes and murmurs, "i love you too."

you smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead and putting a blanket over him. "good. now go to sleep and get some rest, okay? goodnight."

"goodnight.. i'll dream of you," he says. and as you laugh and turn the lights off, beomgyu smiles a genuine smile in the dark.

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xypherz · 3 months

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texting bsf!txt “i can’t cum”

warnings: nsfw, mdni, you will be blocked; lowercase intended; txt offers to help reader (obvi); mentions of medicine (antidepressants) being the cause of reader’s issue (soobin); petnames: love, baby, honey, sweetheart; some dom/sub dynamics? dom!txt; cursing??; i think that’s it but pls let me know

gender neutral reader as always (this is self indulgent im sorry)

I USED THE WRONG YOU’RE IN SOOBINS GUYS MURDER ME

also sorry for the weird cropping and formatting?? first time doing fake text format 😭

soobin

yeonjun

beomgyu

taehyun

hueningkai

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kyujism · 3 months

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⟢ ◌ boyfriend stories with beomgyu ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

♡ིྀ masterlist is right here ! genre fluff, smau , pairing ? beomgyu x gn reader word count none warnings none

a/n : ik i mostly post gg BUT BEOMGYUU!!! also he literally has an insta soo which member should i do next tho

#beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x gn reader #gn reader #txt x reader #txt #txt x you #txt x gn reader #txt x y/n #beomgyu imagines #txt imagines #txt smau #smau #fae’s works

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imrllytootiredforthis · 7 months

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Just Friends

pairing: beomgyu x reader

summary: Just friends, just friends. That's all there is, all there's ever been but have you really ever been just friends?

warnings: gn reader, dom reader, sub beomgyu, thigh riding, handjob, lots of groping, car sex, mentions of masturbation, possibly more that i forgot

word count: 2.2k

a/n: writer's block is so real, i literal pulled this out of a sleep-deprived haze at 4 in the morning so feedback would be appreciated<3

Just friends. He tells himself over and over again.

Just friends. You tell yourself over and over again.

But friends don't do things like this on rainy nights in the back of your car. With your windows fogging up and the only light coming from a lone streetlight from the corner of the parking lot.

Friends don't clutch his hips, grinding him down against your thigh. Friends don't pant heavily at the feeling of his fingernails digging deep into the skin of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

At least they shouldn't.

But maybe you and Beomgyu have never really been 'just friends'.

"God," but it's never gone this far before. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

Sure there's been teasing touches and lingering looks, meaningful conversations that maybe meant more than either of you had wanted to admit.

But you hadn't expected it to go this far.

To have him clinging to you. To have his lips all over your neck and your hands all in his hair.

To have his pants discarded somewhere in the back along with his boxers in your haste...

To have his dick rubbing against the rough material of your jeans. To have him sobbing into your ear to not stop, to never stop, that he'll die without your touch.

You suppose your best friend has always been a touch dramatic.

If you could even call him that anymore-your best friend.

"Don't worry baby," every nerve ending in his body feels like it's on fire. His ears feel like they're ringing, replaying your words over and over like a broken record. "I won't."

It feels so good, it hurts so bad.

Tears stream down his face from both-from everything. From you calling him baby like he's yours. With so much affection and adoration, like he's the most important thing in the world to you right now.

Like he isn't shaking against you, crying out like some kind of wounded animal (in heat), thinking or maybe even muttering how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants you so bad, how he'll die before he lets you go.

Your hand guides his lips to yours, soft and sweet and hungry. Devouring every one of his whines up and replying with your own want for more, kissing him like your life depends on it. You'd always thought that he'd sound pretty, but not this pretty, not this pathetic or needy.

"Fuck, Beomgyu."

Your mouth clashes against his over and over, saliva dripping down his chin as he tries and fails in trying not to drool. You're too preoccupied in nipping at his lips that you're faintly aware of his hands slipping under your shirt until they're on your chest, squeezing and exploring everything he's only fantasized of.

He hasn't felt this good before. Ever. Not from past partners or from his own hand. Toys feel like nothing compared to this, the unforgiving bite of denim somehow lightyears better than vibrators and dildos and whatever else he's used to replicate your touch.

The friction makes him feel like he's burning but his hips just rut faster. He wishes it was your skin, soft and comfortable and you-but he doesn't think he can be patient enough. Doesn't think he can find it in himself to let go of you long enough for you to take your pants off. He has his nose in your hair and the taste of you on his tongue, and he can't stop now.

He can't stop. Not when he's wanted this for so, so long.

Okay, so maybe you've never truly been 'just friends'.

Well, maybe before that first time you were out at a party together and a friend of a friend approached Beomgyu, trying to talk him up while you stood right next to him.

Before you'd watched, something ugly simmering in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't fully decipher-that you weren't sure you wanted to decipher.

It was only until Beomgyu shot you a pleading look that you were able to keep your cool and then you'd very kindly told that friend of a friend to back the fuck off and leave the two of you alone.

And maybe, just maybe Beomgyu had gone home that night and let his hand wander past his waistband to wrap around his aching cock.

Jesus christ.

With each stroke of his hand he conjured your image in his mind. It was you looking at him, watching him-touching him. Talking to him in that same cold, mean voice you had talked to that friend of a friend.

Hating him and loving him all in one, rough and cruel but soft and caring. He wanted all of it, all of you.

And then afterwards it was basking in an afterglow of remembering the way that your eyes softened once again when they landed on him and your hand touched his shoulder and you asked if he was okay.

Friends do this...right? He'd thought, not ready yet to admit that maybe it was something more.

Just friends that brought you to his apartment a few weeks later, slightly ashamed and very drunk and looking for some kind of comfort after you'd been out drinking for better part of the night.

Just friends that had your hands all over his body and your lips all over his throat, sloppy wet kisses making his head spin and his body heat up. That'd had you shoving him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, pushing your knee between his legs as your cold hands slithered up his shirt in search of warm, smooth skin to lay claim on as yours.

Just friends with the way that you promptly passed out on top of him and conveniently remembered nothing of the night before. Of groping your best friend, of telling him how pretty he was, of whispering that he was a good boy.

'I want you.'

'You're so pretty.'

'Perfect.'

'My good boy.'

'Mine.'

Friends don't know the way his moans sound. Or the way his skin feels against yours.

Like tonight,

A movie. That was all it was supposed to be.

Platonic. Friends. Just going to see a movie together, get dinner after. Nothing more.

"Touch me! G-od, please touch me!" His hand flies up, fingers dig into your wrist as he pulls it down between his legs, his dick throbbing and needy.

It feels so much better-your hand-your skin, your fingers loosely wrapping around him, teasingly rubbing at the tip. "And why should I baby? Have you been good? Have you been a good boy?"

He doesn't know.

He doesn't knowHe doesn't knowHe doesn't know.

All he knows is you.

Just friends shouldn't let things get to this point.

...Oh well.

A movie. A quiet theatre. Darkness and eyes all too often glancing at the profile of the other.

A tension palpable in the air as fingers brushed against each other to grab popcorn. Hands aching, itching to hold each other. An agonizing one hundred and twenty minutes.

Nothing though.

Only getting into the car afterwards and driving off.

"What do you want to eat?" He only shrugs in reply and you roll your eyes. "Helpful."

"Well I dunno," he thinks, "the usual? I can place an order to your place and we should get back before it gets there."

You hum in reply. "It's late though, you planning to stay over for the night?"

"...Sure."

Hesitation. He can only think of the last time you stayed the night. So long ago now, he'd avoided either of you spending the night at the others ever since. From fear? From preservation? Or from hoping that your frustration would break the dam first.

'I want you.'

'Mine.'

Words that flash through his mind unbridled. Sounds and touches that flood his brain

'My good boy.'

He swallows, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of the phone. Trying to hope the darkness blankets how red his face has turned.

"Hey could you pull over here?"

"Sure?" You'd glanced over at him and the question on your face evident.

He didn't elaborate though and you didn't ask.

You'd pulled into a mostly empty parking lot. Only a few cars left in front of a grey, drab building. Parked beside a flickering streetlight that continued for a few minutes before doing out completely. Certainly the furthest thing from being romantic by any means.

Nothing specific broke the tension, the unspoken rules.

But the next thing the either of you know is he's on your lap clawing at you aimlessly, pure desire fuelling him to do such pathetic things. Like telling you how horny he is and how bad he needs you.

You don't seem to have any problem with his confession though.

Responding in turn rather appropriately you'd think. And then your lips are against his and you're tugging at his clothes and touching his body like he's your last lifeline.

And then you're in the backseat of the car, his pants and boxers discarded into the back, your lips curled into a smirk against his skin.

And then you're here.

Doing things that friends certainly should not be doing.

"M' a good boy, promise! Please, I'll be your good boy!"

You'd imagined how his face would look all fucked out all but a million times in the dead of night, thinking about things you certainly should not have been thinking about.

But you'd never know that your imagination would do absolutely no justice to the real thing.

To his lips slick with your spit and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Eyes fluttering like he's fighting to merely keep them open with every sensation he's feeling.

"Pretty~" you mutter.

Bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone-good thing it's nearly scarf season. Or bad thing, you're not sure you want him to hide these or if you want him to parade them around, show off your claim to him to everyone.

"So fucking pretty it's not fair-" a high, needy whine climbs up his throat and he lets it, because you don't even have to say it, he knows how much you love hearing how good you make him feel.

His eyebrows tug together as if in concentration. Concentration to stay sane while you let him fuck into your hand.

You trail a finger over his cheekbone, collecting a tear while everything within him tries not to let this end, because it can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet and he's not sure he can go again until later-if there is a later.

You lick the tear off your finger and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. "Not fucking fair to make me wait this long. Such a tease, such a whore."

Fingers press against his lips and he opens with zero hesitation. This is what you want, this is what he wants-more than anything.

You pull them out all too soon and replace your fingers with your tongue, letting him suck it into his mouth with a moan.

Your grip tightens, your hand moves faster and faster and his toes curl. Too much, too much-he can't...it can't, he doesn't want this to be over-

"No!"

His head falls into your neck with a strangled scream as he cums into your hand, staining your jeans and his shirt. You stroke him still to prolong the pleasure, milking him dry of everything he has before he lets out the first whine of protest and you stop.

"Please,"

His breath comes out in rushed pants, his head a jumbled mess of "more, please more-" followed by incoherent babbles and then, finally, "I can go again, wanna...wanna go again. Just...use me, use me however you want." as his hips work still, even if it only works against what he really wants, releasing pained whimpers all the while from the self-inflicted overstimulation.

You smile and he can practically hear it before he's flipped into his back, spread out and pinned against the slightly uncomfortable seats of your car as you press apart his legs, eyes roving over him before beginning to undo your pants.

"Use you, huh baby?"

Yes.

However you want. Use him however you want. That's all he wants. All he's wanted for so long.

The pads of your fingers press against his thigh, too close and he squirms with oversensitivity.

"We'll still be friends after this though right?"

He lets out a noise between a cry and an affirmation, eyes sliding shut as your body presses against his.

"Friends!" He gasps.

Your fingers lace together. You smile.

"But not just friends now are we...?"

a/n: y'all please forgive me if this is absolute bullshit. i feel like i haven't written anything for real in forever and i feel like rusty now lol. but lmk what you think (to possibly give me inspo to write more lol😭)

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niki-phoria · 6 months

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⋆｡°✩ when you know, you know

or domesticity with txt !!

includes: soft txt, various different scenarios, i've been working on this on and off for like 02 weeks and this is not proofread pls forgive any mistakes

a/n: my deepest apologies for the long absences between fics, i've been busy with school lately

gn reader (no pronouns used)

yeonjun

your socks slide against the polished tile floor as you playfully twirl around in front of your countertops. a familiar melody fills your apartment as yeonjun enters.

city lights shining in through your opened blinds illuminate yeonjun’s smile as you playfully slide over in front of him. outstretching your hand, you dramatically bend down in front of him. his skin feels soft against yours as you press a soft kiss against his knuckles. “may i have this dance, good sir?”

yeonjun is quick to play along, intertwining your fingers together. “you may,” he teases.

his hands ghost against your waist as he spins you around. laughter escapes you in waves as you reach up, snaking your arms around yeonjun’s neck. even in the dim lighting, you can see the light blush decorating his features.

leaning in, you press your forehead against his. “say you love me, say you love me, till the end of the world,” you softly sing along. “all or nothing, i want all of you.”

“i know i love you,” yeonjun continues. he raises a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

soobin

soobin wakes up to a weight pressed against his chest. he squints up at the ceiling, slowly willing his eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of light surrounding the room.

he shifts slightly, smiling to himself when he notices your head laying against his chest. your hair cascades down his shirt in waves; the ends tickling his bare skin. your arms remain gingerly wrapped around his body - even in your sleep.

soobin watches as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his lips quirk into an unconscious smile as he admires your features. reaching up, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face. you stir at the feeling; a few seconds pass before you nuzzle yourself even closer to the warmth of his body in response. soobin chuckles softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“baby,” he quietly whispers. “it’s time to get up.”

you groan, squeezing your eyes shut even tighter. “five more minutes.”

“you always say that before we end up in bed all day,” he chuckles.

you sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter open. soobin’s messy hair perfectly frames his bare features. he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, comfortably brushing his thumb against your skin. “i could get used to this,” you murmur.

soobin hums, leaning in to steal yet another kiss against your lips. “you should.”

beomgyu

you softly smile at beomgyu, watching as his fingers expertly glide across the guitar’s neck. his thumb strums against the strings, filling the previously quiet room with a soft melody.

after a few more notes, beomgyu lets the music fade out like the end of a movie. “what do you think?” he finally asks.

“it’s beautiful.”

a teasing smirk lingers on beomgyu’s face for a few seconds before he sets the guitar aside. you take the opportunity to shift across the room to lean against the wall beside him. a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he opens his arms, letting you lean yourself against his chest. “just like you.”

despite playfully rolling your eyes, you playfully swat at beomgyu’s shoulder. “you’ve hit a new level of cringy,” you tease.

beomgyu smiles; his familiar dimples appearing on his cheeks. a warm feeling of comfort fills your chest as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. his hands slip underneath the fabric of your t-shirt to rub miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin.

“maybe,” his other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your face upwards. your eyes flutter shut as he leans in, catching your lips against his for a few seconds. you can’t help the way you smile at the feeling. “but you love it.”

taehyun

“ah,” you hiss, quickly setting the knife aside. taehyun furrows his eyebrows as he watches you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, rushing to your side.

“nothing,” you sniffle. “it’s just the onion getting to me.”

“oh, my poor baby,” taehyun teases. he sets the spatula aside before reaching up to wipe away the stray tears that threaten to escape your eyes. “do you want some help?”

you nod. “that would be nice.”

guiding you back over to the cutting board, taehyun gently places his hands over yours before adjusting your position to hold onto the knife. “use your knuckles to guide the knife so you don’t cut your fingers,” he says, slowly demonstrating how to properly slice the onion. “and do your best to keep it still so you don’t have to worry about slipping.”

following his advice, you carefully begin to cut the vegetable into thin slices. taehyun leans down, observing each of your movements with an overly watchful eye. he rests his head against your shoulder; his hands slip away from yours to wrap his arms around your waist.

“good job, jagi,” he whispers before leaning in to press a kiss against your shoulder.

“thank you, tae,” you smile, turning around to return the favour in the form of a your own fleeting kiss pressed against his cheek.

huening kai

kai groans as he all but collapses onto your living room couch. it feels like his body has been rattled - like someone has grabbed his lungs and forcibly shaken them around, effectively clogging his sinuses and culminating in a relentlessly pounding headache.

“oh baby,” you whisper, kneeling down in front of him. reaching up, you brush the back of your hand against the back of his forehead. “you’re burning up.”

kai watches you through tired eyes as you wrap a nearby blanket around him, trapping him in its warmth before quickly running to the kitchen to grab some medicine. his protests die on his tongue as you hold up the spoon in front of him. “just one spoonful, okay?”

“okay,” kai sighs, leaning in to quickly down the liquid. “you don’t have to do this for me, you know?” he rasps. his throat scratches and aches with each syllable and his flushed skin feels warm to the touch.

“just let me take care of you.” reaching up to cup his cheek, you brush your thumb against his cheek. kai smiles as you lean in to press a chaste kiss against his forehead before curling up beside him on the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, letting you lean yourself against his chest despite his concerns about getting you sick. “do you need anything else?”

“no,” he murmurs, tugging you even closer. “stay with me, please?”

“of course, love.”

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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TXT reaction to having a s/o way shorter than them

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: None

Description : Txt reaction to having a s/o (you) being way shorter than them

a/n: Sorry if this is short yall, (see what i did there lol) but this one is for all my short baes! really just all of y’all bc TXT boys are TALL

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Yeonjun

- man thinks your so cute

- Literally it hences out his protective mode when he’s with you

- Like if someone hurts you? oh they’re dead

- okay one day, he heard a loud bang in the kitchen, he went to go see what made the noise and he just sees you on top of the counter, clearly struggling 😭

- And he’ll just be like, “Do you need some help y/n?” and you’re just like “NO” bc you know he’d bring it up later if he helped

Soobin

- The height difference between y’all OMG

- Of you need him to get something for you that’s too high for your reach, he will be so happy to help

- He gets butterflies like crazy when you look up at him

- You’re his plain out weakness, you’re just so small and cute it’s so hard to say no to you like ever

- i think the height difference makes him feel so much more confident bc he’s just more comfortable around you in general

Beomgyu

- He’s a teaser

- loves how tough you are despite your height LOL

- When you guys start to playfully banter with each other he just HAS TO bring up your height

- can’t take you serious when you’re mad

- but just know, if someone else is mean or says something rude about your height, he will COME for them

Taehyun

- Doesn’t like to bring up anything about you’re height, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or something so he just doesn’t talk about it

- but heFinds you so precious

- Tries to be so gentle and soft around you

- He loves how he can just pick you up and hold you 🥺

- lowkey he kinda has a problem babying you sm LOL

Huening Kai

- HIS ADORABLE S/O

- Just wants to pick you up and smother you with kisses

- admires you when you aren’t looking

- he likes to watch over you, he hates when you get hurt

- doesn’t like to make a big deal abt the height difference but sometimes he just can’t help it

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boomboomcat · 9 months

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GAMER!TXT : when they accidentally called you bro while playing.

WARNINGS miscalling, petnames, like one swear word.

GENRE fluff, crack.

author’s note : i don’t think these are accurate but i tried🥲

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taeiun · 5 months

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just a little sick with love.

synopsis: it spills out too fast; hard to contain this blurted confession about you (in other words, txt when asked about you during an interview)

who: txt's choi line x gn!reader

categories: a little smth extra fluffy, interview style scenarios

warnings: might be ooc here? reader is referred to as "pretty" and "beautiful" a few times (not in a physical appearance context really), love and babe and jagiya are used as petnames, use of "yn" in the fic, mentions of food and drinks

word count: 0.9k

interviewer: ...but, while we’re on the topic of romance, i’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re currently in a relationship. now, i’m just dying to know, and i’m sure the viewers are too, about who you’ve been seeing so, what can you tell us about them?

✧ YEONJUN !

yeonjun: well to start, they’re the love of my life. [he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with a hum] they understand me in ways no one else would, not even the other members. i can be choi yeonjun with them, you know? not just an idol on stage, not just yeonjun of tomorrow x together. being with them… it’s like walking into a cold room after being out in the sun all day.

interviewer: aw, that’s sweet! how did you get to meet them?

yeonjun: i spilt my drink on them. [he smiles sheepishly] i was in a rush and wasn’t looking where i was going. we bumped into each other and i ruined their shirt. i offered to pay for a new one but the thing about yn is that they’re stubborn. they refused so i asked if could take them out lunch instead. things kind of went from there.

yeonjun: now, they send me tiktoks and reels that remind them of me when we’re away on tour. they surprise me with roses after a show win and always welcome me with a smile, no matter how tired they are. yn is the best thing that’s happened to me and i can’t see myself without them.

interviewer: wow sounds like i might need to sweep them off their feet for myself! [the interviewer laughs]

yeonjun: [he lets out a tense chuckle that ends in a sigh] ah… yeah no, tough luck buddy. they’re mine and always will be.

✧ SOOBIN !

soobin: hmm [he takes a moment to choose his words carefully] where do i begin? [the interviewers laughs] yn is my other half. i don’t really know how else to explain it other than that. they’re effortlessly kind and the nicest person i’ve ever met. they never fail to cheer me up after a long day and are so understanding of my needs. sometimes i think they know me better than i know myself. [he laughs]

interviewer: when did you know they were the one?

soobin: i think i knew we were going to work out for sure when the group and i first went on tour. yn took care of odi for me and sent me video updates. they don’t like recording their voice so i asked them why they sent videos instead of pictures and messages. they replied, “because i know you can’t sleep soundly without hearing my voice, soobin.” i was already in love before then but i think that only grew after hearing those words.

interviewer: if you had to pick between your partner and your career, which would you choose?

soobin: i think that’s an unrealistic question to ask. yn made it clear that they’d never make me pick between our relationship and my idol life. they said i deserved to be happy, to receive the good things in life. for the longest time, i thought i could only have one or the other, a relationship or a successful career, and it wasn’t until i met them that i realized those things could coexist. they’re my biggest supporter and i couldn’t be more grateful for that.

✧ BEOMGYU !

beomgyu: oh, y/nnie! [he visibly brightens] it’s crazy. even though we’ve been dating for a while now, sometimes i wake up and i’m like [beep]... i’m actually dating them. they’re so sweet to me. i’m starting to get cavities from just how kind they are. [he and the interviewer laugh]

interviewer: why them? what is it about your partner that caught your eye?

beomgyu: oh it had to have been their smile. they have the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen and their eyes crinkle in the corners when they do. their laugh is the most beautiful thing i’ve heard. i’d play it on loop twenty four seven if i could. their happiness is infectious. i’ll let you in on a little secret [he leans in, forearms resting on his thighs as he moves to fake whisper to the interviewer] sometimes, they’ll dance and sing around the kitchen when they think im not watching. [he laughs, leaning back in his seat] they probably have way more blackmail on me though.

interviewer: would you say you’re happy?

beomgyu: i’m the happiest i’ve ever been. yn… they make everything i do worth it. i don’t know what i’d do without them. i wish they could see themselves through my own eyes because i think they’re the most stunning and beautiful, in every meaning of that word, person on the planet.

bonus:

interviewer: is there anything you’d like to say to your partner back home?

yeonjun: hey, babe! i hope you haven’t forgotten about our one year anniversary coming up. [he says in a teasing voice] you better be taking care of yourself properly while i’ve been gone. [he smiles warmly] i miss you. tour is almost done, love. i’ll be seeing you very soon.

soobin: i hope you’re doing well, love. you better be asleep when this program is airing and i don’t want to see a single text message from you until it’s morning in your time zone. you can get more work done when you’re well-rested. [he smiles] just a little longer, dear. i’ll be home soon.

beomgyu: yn! i can’t wait to see you again, jagiya. there’s so much to tell you and i miss stealing the blanket from you when we sleep. [his expression drops to a serious, but playful one] i’m cashing in that cuddling coupon you gave me for my birthday last year when i get back and expect top tier service.

^ . _ . ^ !? hehe was inspired by a couple cute insta reels that came up on my for you. next txt post will be for ot5 hopefully as long as i have the time

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yjncvltmoved-to-keiho · 1 year

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txt reactions . . . 🎧 them having a breeding kink

+ pairing txt hyung line × gn!reader (afab) + tags smut, implied established relationship(s) + contains dom/sub dynamics, dom!txt, sub!reader, degrading, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), breeding kink, daddy/master kinks, yeonjun's has exhibitionism teehee + words 421 - 01m:32s + note this fic belongs entirely to @yjncvlt; reposts not permitted

≡ ꒰ choi soobin ꒱ ⌕

he loves the sight of his cum just near your pussy, so seeing it dripping out of you was ten times better.

part of him wants to lick at your pussy as his cum slowly leaks out of you but he stops himself, instead just admiring his work.

"fuck look at you," he whispers through his panting breathing. "look at that pretty cunt, covered in my cum. such a good slut."

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your clit, making you buck your hips into his face.

"what, want me to make you cum again? needy thing."

and what's exactly what he does.

≡ ꒰ choi yeonjun ꒱ ⌕

he makes sure you know he's going to do it before he does, rambling filthy things into your ear as he nears orgasm.

"want me to fuck a baby into your pretty pussy, angel? make you all full of my cum like a good fucktoy."

he moans out a loud "fuck, i'm gonna cum' before doing so, moving one of his hands to rub your clit as fast as he can so you can cum around his cock while he fills you.

he reaches for his phone before he pulls out, making you keep your legs open for him so he can take a picture of his cum leaking out of you.

"i'm gonna have to show my friends that one," he whispers, smirking at the fucked-out smile you get on your face

≡ ꒰ choi beomgyu ꒱ ⌕

he hadn't thought much about breeding before you brought it up.

"gyu please, please cum inside me," you whimper, teetering on the edge of an orgasm when he slows his hips.

"awe, my pretty toy turned into a breeding slut didn't you?" he coos, his tone almost mocking as he uses his hands to push your legs further apart

"beg for it and i'll cum in you, baby."

when he says beg, he means it.

he'll make you plead for his cum while he fucks you, his hips rocking at an agonizingly slow pace.

when he finally does let you cum he makes you look into his eyes, watching you struggle to keep them open while your orgasm washes over you.

you clenching around his cock pushes him over the edge just like he wanted, cumming deep inside you.

"such a good slut taking all of my cum," he whispers, kissing you softly and keeping his cock inside you for a few moments after.

+ taglist @kangfication [send an ask to be added/removed] + a/n this........ ohmygosh ALSO i swear i tried to do ot5 but writing the same scenario differently five times is ...hard

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astrozuya · 2 years

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☆ txt's favorite ways to spend rainy days with you.

#pairings: txt ot5 x gn!reader

#content: fluffy hcs/scenarios. no pronouns are used for reader.

#notes: it's been raining heavily for like the past 3 days where i live so i wrote these !! txt = bf material fr <3

연준. YEONJUN

spa day.

yeonjun takes one look at the rain outside and decides he's going to stay indoors the whole day long. plus, a quiet, relaxing day of self care is long overdue for both of you.

so yeonjun puts on some music, and you spend the day together in a bubble bath, with fresh masks on your faces.

he shampoos your hair, gently running his fingers through it before he rinses it carefully.

once you're done he massages your shoulders, and then lets you paint his nails whatever color you want. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you lean against his chest, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

수빈. SOOBIN

cuddling together.

he puts on your favorite movie while you make popcorn and hot drinks for the two of you.

he sprawls across the sofa, and then you join him, moving your big boyfriend's legs out of the way and sitting down. the rain outside serves as comfortable background noise to the movie that's playing, and you both relax and lean into each other.

you feed soobin some popcorn, and he grabs your hand, brushing his lips against your fingers and kissing your hand until you pull away, flustered.

you feel your face heating up and huff, telling him how cheesy he is, to which he responds with a laugh, "chivalry is not dead."

범규. BEOMGYU

walks in the rain together.

he tries to stay in with you, but his boredom gets the best of him, and before you know it he's grabbing an umbrella and a raincoat, and pulling you out the door with him.

you stroll down the streets, sharing an umbrella (because beomgyu knows how to romance you properly) and leaning together for warmth.

when the rain slows to a drizzle, he jumps into a puddle, splashing you a little and laughing.

one thing leads to another, and soon you're both soaked, sitting on a bench and giggling while beomgyu brushes his hand over your lips, leaning in to kiss you.

태현. TAEHYUN

reading and relaxing together.

as soon as taehyun sees the rain outside, if you're sleepy or tired, he'll suggest that you stay in and spend the day relaxing with him.

he puts on some music at low volume, and sits with you on the couch, with your head in his lap as he reads. occasionally his hand drifts and he plays with your hair, gently running his fingers through it.

his quiet hums fill the room as he glances over at you with a smile, happy because even though you're not doing anything special, he treasures any time he can spend with you.

휴닝카이. HUENING KAI

dancing in the rain.

kai's watched his fair share of movies and k-dramas, so he knows that dancing in the rain with your partner is one of the most romantic things you can do.

so the two of you put on raincoats and then he drags you outside, taking your hand and swaying with you under the pouring rain.

it's awkward at first, but he takes the lead and slowly you begin to move in sync with him, his arm on your waist, and yours on his shoulder.

huening kai smiles and brushes his wet hair out of his face, droplets of water sliding sown his cheek. he spins you around for a bit longer, before pulling you close. it's romance at it's peak, and even the pouring rain can't stop him from kissing you under the dark grey sky.

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yawnzbf · 4 months

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⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

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boba-beom · 1 year

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· ° . ࿐𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 | C.BG

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, bsf2l | one-shot

synopsis: when the love of a best friend exceeds, it's time to confess to him first. however, you never knew he had fallen for you from the very start.

warning(s): reader a little oblivious, breakdowns, mentions of jealousy, mentions of a breakup, mentions being cheated on (not beomgyu), confessions, physical affection, and a few kisses.

wc: 1.5k

a/n: 12th March 3pm GMT is always 13th March 12am KST, so from one birthday celebrant to the other, happy 22nd birthday to the loml, choi beomgyu. to turn 22 with you is a privilege and I hope this chapter will be good to you. I was listening to NewJeans - Ditto while writing this, so if you want to listen to that too it'll kick in the extra feels :>

choi beomgyu. the name that has never left your mind since the day you met.

you remember the first time you introduced yourselves; meeting by chance at a music shop. the sound of someone testing out an electro-acoustic guitar had you walking around the corner, past the wide variety of guitar brands until you were standing a few metres away from the seated male. his hands were plucking the strings and you were so intrigued by his talent, you were wanting to learn to play the guitar again.

"oh, hi there. are you wanting to try this one out too?" his smile was genuine. he was in the process of pulling the strap over his head and lifted the guitar in your direction.

"no no! it's okay, I was just listening in." you reciprocated the smile, "I hope that's okay with you."

he patted the seat beside him for you to sit, and you followed suit.

"I'm beomgyu by the way." he held out his hand and you accepted it with a soft shake.

"nice to meet you, beomgyu. I'm yn."

choi beomgyu. the name you look for in your contacts when you were in need of company.

"hi beomgyu, I'm sorry to bother you, I know it's late but I really need a friend right now." you were sitting on the floor, back leaning against the side of your bed.

the excessive stress in life was too overwhelming for you that you didn't know what to or who to talk to. but after being friends with beomgyu for a while you had hoped it was safe to assume it was the right decision to make. and it was.

"yn? I'm on my way there, okay?"

after a few minutes you heard him leave his bike by the front of your house and you opened the door for him. he approached you slowly, observing you for any hesitation towards him, but you crashed your chests together, wrapping your arms around him until your tears soaked into the material of his hoodie.

"hey, it's okay. everything will be okay, I'm here now." his arms were wrapped around you, bringing one hand up so his palm was cradling the back of your head, alternating between still holds and slow caresses.

choi beomgyu. the one who was jealous when you received an anonymous valentine's card that wasn't from him.

"omg beomgyu!! look what I got through the post." you held up a pretty, handwritten card in front of him. you were giggling from the sweet words written on the paper and inside the envelope was a heart-shaped chocolate wrapped in pink tin-foil.

"you got a card?" he huffed. he didn't look as fascinated as you were, taking the card from your fingers and reading the contents of it. let's just say his face wasn't good at hiding how he felt about that.

"oh come on, at least be happy for me. I hardly receive these things." you pout at him, poking his sides until he let out an airy chuckle.

"yeah sure, who wouldn't give you a valentine's day card?" he crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow at you.

"you?" you joked, nudging his arm. too enamoured by the anonymous card, you read its contents once again before unwrapping the chocolate that came with it.

"ah, yeah ha ha." he faked a laugh, looking down at his open backpack on the floor with a single rose and a valentine's card.

choi beomgyu. the one who helped you get over your first 'relationship'.

"I can't believe they gave you flowers and bought you gifts and still managed to cheat on you." he was shouting at no one in particular. he took you to the top of the hill just in the outskirts of the city where you could watch the sunset over the busy buildings from afar. he'd just be watching you sit cross-legged in the passenger seat, calming yourself down and wiping away the falling tears.

"just say 'I told you so'. I know you want to." you sniffled into the tissue, hiccupping from bawling your eyes out after you called it off with them.

"now why would I do that? hm?" he reached out his hand and took ahold of yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand, back and forth. "you deserve so much better than that, yn. someone who would respect you and love you, unlike them. understood?"

you slowly nodded your head, taking in each and every one of his comforting words.

"thank you, gyu." you pushed yourself to give him a genuine smile, and he leaned forward to leave a peck on your temple. "what would I do without you?"

choi beomgyu. the one you shared your first kiss with.

"why'd you call me over? is everything alright?" he sits on your bed, making himself comfortable as he hugs one of your plushies.

"yeah I'm fine. just wanted to hang out with you. it's been a while, you know?" you twiddle with your thumbs, sitting on the opposite end of your bed.

he looks at you with so much adoration and lets out a small humorous huff.

"so... you missed me?" he shuffles closer, placing the plushie on your lap.

"what? pffft, no-" you cross your arms, your eyes falling upon anything and anywhere in your room but at him.

"then I'm okay to just walk out of here-" he gets up but you grab ahold of his wrist, softly tugging him to sit back down.

"no!" you clear your throat, "I mean, please stay."

"then why did you really call me here, yn?" he studies your face, waiting for your eyes to steadily meet his.

you sigh. you had been debating this decision for the longest time, not wanting to ruin what this unexpected friendship had started. and now here you are, scared that you could potentially lose this person you call your best friend.

"I like you." you finally lift your head, locking eyes with his warm, brown ones. "I like you, choi beomgyu. I like the way you play your guitar like it's no one's business. I like how comforting and supportive you've been towards me. I like how you joke around with me and make me laugh. I like how genuine you are with me." your hold loosens around his wrist and your fingers slide down to hook onto his. "and I like that you accept me for who I am."

he looks down at your interlaced fingers, silence on his end.

"gyu, please say something." you worry he's about to reject you. did you just make it weird? was it because you joked he would never give you a valentine's card, and you found the rose and his card after he left your house? is it too late?

in one swift movement, he pulls his fingers away from yours, engulfing you in his arms. he buries his face in the side of your neck, knocking a bit of your breath out of you with a light gasp.

"I've always liked you, yn." he mumbles your neck. "ever since you appeared around the corner in the music shop, I've liked you since then."

you hug him back, smiling to yourself as you shut your eyes. you felt safe in his arms, your breathing matching each other's as you sigh in relief.

"huh- why didn't you say anything?"

"I wear my heart on my sleeve, yn. I'm surprised you never noticed." he chuckles as he pulls back and cups your cheek, his thumb skimming across the warmth of your skin.

he adores you. only you have seen how much he cares, how much effort he puts into his hobbies. only you have shown him what it's like to be with somebody who reciprocates the same emotions.

"I'm sorry I've put you through so much, I'm such a mess sometimes." you struggle to make eye contact with him again.

"if this is about you thinking I would never give you anything for valentine's then stop being silly. I do these things because I like you so so much that I would do them all again in a heartbeat."

"would you really?" you tease, lifting a brow at his statement.

"yes, really." he leans forward to kiss your forehead, something you're familiar with. "I'd go through that again," he kisses the tip of your nose. "and again," placing a kiss on your right cheek. "and again." lastly placing a kiss on your left cheek.

"gyu, I'm so lucky to have met you." your foreheads rest against each other. your eyes flickering from his and then to the cupid's bow of his lips and back to his eyes again.

"if you would let me, can I be your person?" he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours.

"be my person, gyu." you whisper back.

you both slowly lean in until your lips touch, moving slowly in tandem to your hearts beating in sync. it feels soft and gentle, yet you could feel so much emotion at the same time. a smile on his lips was forming against yours, making you chuckle in the kiss.

choi beomgyu. your best friend who you call your first love.

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imrllytootiredforthis · 6 months

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any thoughts abt yandere beomgyu or taehyun? 👀

gn!reader

warnings: yandere subs, dom reader, reader is kinda (really) mean, bully beomgyu (for beomgyu's part), bully reader (for taehyun's part), it's smut with a sub yandere so more stuff along those lines, etc.

beomgyu:

i will preach the sub bully yandere beomgyu until the day that i die-

he's such a spoiled, conceited brat that feels like he can step on anyone he deems 'deserves it' and get whatever he wants with the point of his finger

until he meets you,

who will put up with none of his bullshit, giving him none of the reaction of what he wants but maybe that's what makes him so interested in you

maybe it's the fact that he doesn't know how to deal with his emotions in a proper manner

or the fact that he's head over heels for you but doesn't know how to show it other than jeering at you in the hallways, calling you names as you walk by

but he quickly realizes that maybe you're not the best person to try to torment (pt.1 and pt.2 of previous bully!beomgyu)

because as mean as he can be, he knows you can be so much meaner than him

but maybe he likes that a little too much

even after all that he continues his little games, seeing just how far he can go, just how far he can piss you off until you're on him, making him 'regret ever being such a little bitch'-his words, not yours

he starts rumours about you, nasty ones that you can't seem to shake from the others susceptible to his influence

they'll believe anything he tells the, all because he has a pretty face and a self-acclaimed big dick

(which is, admittedly, partially true but you'd never tell him or anyone else that)

it would be a shock to anyone, really,

that beomgyu,

the guy who badmouths and bullies you on a daily basis,

tripping you in the halls and sticking crude things to your locker, causing problems and pointing the finger in your direction.

no would suspect that he,

is nothing but a whore on his knees for you behind closed doors, willing to do anything and everything for you to call him a few names.

that he sits on his knees on the tile floor of the dirty bathrooms after school, long after people have left for the day but not late enough that there won't be a few who've stayed behind for whatever other reason

that he gets off to this very idea, face red with the humiliation of it all.

moaning and whining under the eyes of the once again beomgyu - acclaimed 'school slut', fisting his cock as he desperately tries to get off,

begging, pleading with you to just touch him, just please, please, please bring him some relief.

you only roll your eyes, tugging his head back by his hair.

and he loves the fact all too much that he can see the anger that's been simmering in your eyes for weeks finally bubble to the surface. the sadistic mean side that you keep hidden from everyone else

"and why should i touch you?" your voice is a sneer that makes his cock throb in his hand. "because i'm a whore who slept with the teacher to get good grades?"

his eyes are wide, needy, greedy.

he's too used to getting whatever he wants. he's too used to people falling to their knees around him just because he's a rich boy with a pretty face.

"just, didn't want anyone else to want you-" he pants, your fingers threading through the all too soft strands of his hair. "you're mine."

"No."

he lets out a yelp when your shoe nudges against his dick,

rough and so fucking dirty but it's you and you're finally, finally touching him

you need to teach him a lesson.

"i'm not yours. and you're fucking dumb if you think i am."

one that he won't forget

"because why would i be if i was just a 'good fuck' but had some weird kinks." you laugh dryly, remembering the glint in his eyes as he stared you down, whispers formulating all around the hall about you and him.

"the irony, that you're spread out on the ground of the bathroom floor like some kind of dog, panting and begging for a treat from me? calling you a pathetic whore? and i'm the one with the weird kinks here."

you scoff

"you wish i let your pathetic dick anywhere near me, much less fuck me down into a mattress."

he can barely focus on what you're saying,

only on the feeling of your foot grinding down onto him.

he should find this demeaning,

disgusting,

wrong.

he should shove you away and get the fuck out of here with whatever decency he has left.

but he doesn't have any.

he enjoys this more than he could ever shamelessly admit, being here under your mercy

forced to be down onto his knees, stepping down on his dick as you degrade him

he could never say it aloud

but it isn't that hard to see from body language alone

the way he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you're some kind of god, blessing him with your very presence

adoration

and awe

and pure and utter love.

every cruel word dripping from your lips like honeyed venom, making his heart beat faster and his cock throb harder.

"you're fucking disgusting."

his hands fly around to grip onto your thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of your pants,

eyes lidding in bliss

"imagine if they could all see you now, spread out like this. would they idolize you then?"

he could lie and say that he didn't like it when you pulled his head back, fingers pressing into his jaw to open his mouth up,

before spitting on his tongue.

be it would be so obviously a lie.

he could also lie and say that he didn't go dumb at the taste of your saliva on his tongue, swirling around with his own before dripping down his throat

-it's the closest he's ever gotten to actually kissing you

he could say that he didn't, embarrassingly cum all over himself from it, letting out a strangled cry as ropes of it stain onto his ridiculously expensive shirt and pants

and your shoe

all while his eyes never leave yours.

looking up at you with the devotion of being the only thing that can manage to make his heart beat this fast

"now lick it off, you dog."

taehyun:

and you know what?

for the sake of these, let's just have it the opposite way for taehyun.

mean, bully reader who taunts him all day, calling him names and cornering in the hallways.

shy, lone tae who lets it happen, his head turned down, his cheeks stained pink when you do,

you didn't even realize him in the beginning, scurrying past you when you were mean to others, laughing with your friends

but he always knew you

watching you as you disinterestedly twirled a pencil through your fingers, two seats away from his

he could say from the very beginning that you interested him far beyond what was probably appropriate-but he couldn't help himself

not when he couldn't stop thinking about you, imagining the condescending tone you used directed at him for once

that sneer on your face, the look of disgust or the sadistic smile. you were gorgeous every way.

and he couldn't even restrain himself picking up his old digital camera he'd used years ago before getting bored, blowing the dust off it

and using to take pictures of you

people noticed him a bit more after that, not by much but the big camera always present in his hands or around his neck garnered it's fair share of attention

you noticed him, finally

glanced at him out of the corner of your eye in the hall or in class, but you never fully acknowledged him, never talked him

but for awhile a few looks were enough, his pictures were enough

until they weren't.

he needed more.

he needed you to look at him.

to be mean to him.

to notice him.

and you definitely did when he seemed to trip out of nowhere right in front of you and your friends,

pictures spilling out of his bag from the impact, spreading out all of the linoleum floor for everyone to see

You.

you smiling, you laughing, you frowning and glaring and sneering.

in class, on your route home, in your home.

pictures taken through a window of you half undressing, getting into bed, eating.

you stared at the photos...

before your gaze turned to him...

with everything he'd ever wanted.

finally your sights were set on him.

the word perv was thrown around, stalker and creep.

he liked them when they were from you

but those were nothing compared to the other things you'd do to him.

things he'd do for you without a second thought.

taunts were not enough. rumours he'd done a well enough job creating on his own. the rest was left up to you to fill.

you took his camera. he hasn't seen it since.

he doesn't care.

he has something much better now.

you. in the flesh. in front of him.

you had your own name for him too.

"dog."

that was perhaps his favourite.

yours too it seemed.

you thought it fit well to him.

his eyes wide, almost puppy-like when you approach him in the hallways.

you're not supposed to be here, technically he's not supposed to either.

not a peep of protest when face to face with you,

smirking toothily as you back him up into a wall, so close your nose nearly touches his, your hand resting on the wall over his shoulder, successfully trapping him in place.

he likes this position too much, even if he squirms away from your touch.

"Do you have it?"

taehyun is the type of guy you could bully for the answers to the homework or a project, but that would be too easy

you could steal his things and beat him until you were satisfied but that would probably be easier, still

it wouldn't appease that fire curling in the pit of your stomach when you see his lip quiver and his eyes flutter with unshed tears,

coincidentally it didn't appease that masochistic side to him either, the side that liked that fire in your eye when you made him do another embarrassing act

but maybe part of him that you liked so much was the willingness he had, the devotion he had to you,

following you around like a lost puppy,

at your beck and call whenever you wanted or needed him and even when you didn't.

he sits alone in his room, staring at your contact in his phone waiting for the next time you decide you're bored and want to make his life a living hell once more

coincidentally, lighting his life up once more

in some ways he needed you

and in other ways you needed him

the power trip that it gave you, knowing he'd get down on his knees in front of you and kiss your shoes, not because he was scared of you but because he loved to do it just as much as you loved to order it

"y-yeah, i have it."

he pulls something out of his bag, holding it out to you.

a small device, nothing special but the small plus and minus on it

you smirk. and slowly you let your eyes travel down the length of his body.'

"good boy~"

was it natural to feel a chest palpitation

when you call him that?

when you look at him with those eyes?

when you're so mean to him?

why does it only make his heart flutter?

"so what happens if I..."

you click your tongue at the exact moment your slide your finger down to click the plus button up,

click,

his body jolts, a rush of heat spreading throughout his body.

the toy vibrates inside of him, just for you.

click,

he clenches his jaw tight, trying not to make a sound under your eyes

"too much!" he squeaks.

you tilt your head to the side.

click.

he lets out a dry sob, body trembling against the wall, shaky legs only being kept upright by your hips pinning him to the surface.

"oh baby," a finger pushes his chin up, brushing over his pulse point and adam's apple before forcing his eyes onto yours.

"don't be a wimp now~"

you move in, close and for a momentary second of bliss he thinks you'll press your lips against his and fulfill the nasty wish of being touched by his bully for all too long

his eyes fall shut, lips parted in quiet pants

but you don't come.

you only laugh.

click.

"it's only too much when i say it's too much, puppy~"

his head spins. his eyes squeeze shut harder

and suddenly he hears a different click, more of a flash if he had to place it-

-a shudder?

he pries his eyes open to see you standing there still, somehow seeming to tower above him despite being the same height.

with his camera in hand.

"look at the camera puppy~"

and so he does

he whines, glazed over eyes staring directly at the lens, the utter adoration seeping through into the photo when you eventually print this out and keep to look at whenever you want

and he pants, just like the pathetic puppy he is

but he's your puppy now

click.

a/n: :)

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niki-phoria · 13 days

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Hii!! It’s been a while since I requested something here, but I had an idea yesterday soo 🎉

Okay, first I saw that in TXT’s comeback showcase Soobin was coughing a lot, so my idea was gn reader Taking care of Soobin because he’s upset because he got sick right on comeback day. He gets annoyed at first but ends up crying in your arms because his throat is sore and his nose is congested so he can’t sing well and feels like he’ll mess everything up.

I imagined it with soobin first but this would be really cute with Beomgyu too. Please do whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you!!! 💕💕

BE MY ETERNITY, SAY MY NAME

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count 623

notes: thank you for requesting !! i just posted a soobin fic so i chose beomgyu for this one, i hope you like it <33 implied 06th member kinda, beomgyu cries a little bit, starting a 2k event pls consider checking it out !! title from txt - deja vu

“are you alright?” beomgyu’s tired eyes only meet your own for a second before he nods, brushing your concerns off with a simple “i’m fine” mumbled beneath his breath. you weren’t the first person who had asked him that dreaded question that afternoon, but you were the first person who called him out on the lie.

beomgyu pauses when you reach over, gently resting your hand against his shoulder. he can feel the way your eyes study his features: red-rimmed eyes; sluggish movements; quiet, raspy words. all the tell-tale signs of the flu.

“are you sure?” you’re closer now, reaching up to rest the back of your free hand against his forehead. beomgyu’s skin is slightly clammy and overly warm to the touch. “you feel really warm. did you catch a cold?”

“...i feel fine.” the words are hollow. beomgyu poorly stifles a cough beneath his breath - like his scratchy throat is karma for trying to lie to you. “my throat just hurts a little.”

you don’t believe him. he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow just a little bit and how your hand has now fallen to his side, your arm wrapping around beomgyu’s waist to support him - even indirectly. “let’s take a break. you can lie down for a little while.”

you’re coaxing him to rest. to go to sleep - hopefully long enough to starve off the worst of the sickness before it comes. you won’t say the words outright because you know he’ll deny you in the hopes of making it through the rest of the week without having to mention how he feels like he’ll fall over if he stands upright for too long or how his nose is so stuffy that he can’t breathe properly. he knows exactly what you’re doing.

but unfortunately for beomgyu, he can’t say no to you. and laying down for a while doesn’t sound like the worst thing right now.

“okay,” he nods, silently following after you. you smile softly when he agrees, slowly leading him towards your bedroom. beomgyu bites his tongue as you guide him towards your bed before you pull the blankets over him. he almost feels a little helpless - forcibly wrapped up in your covers and being unable to stand for more than a few minutes without becoming dizzy.

he doesn’t protest when you slide into the empty space beside him. instead, beomgyu wraps his arms around you, leaning his face against your chest. you pull him a little closer in return, gently rubbing a hand against his back. “you don’t have to push yourself this hard, you know. it’s okay to ask for a break.”

he remains silent for a few minutes. you don’t ask for a response; your hand rubs soothing circles against his skin. your reassurance is given without any expectation for a response.

“i just… don’t want to let anybody down,” beomgyu whispers. he sniffles before nuzzling himself even closer to you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck. “we worked so hard on the comeback and now i can’t even perform it.”

“you could never let us down. i know how hard you worked for this, and so does everybody else,” beomgyu clings to you a little tighter when you move your hand upwards to run your hand through his hair. the strands are soft as you tangle them between your fingers. your nails gently massage against his scalp. “all that matters is that you try your best. and i know that you do.”

beomgyu doesn’t answer. at least, not verbally. he simply closes his eyes, letting your whispered reassurances fill the room and hoping you don’t mind the stray tears that occasionally land against the skin of your neck.

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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hii! can i pls request txt reaction when u fall asleep on another member :P

Hi yes ofc thank you for requesting!

Txt reaction to you falling asleep on another member

Genre: Romance, fluff, with a pinch of angst

Warnings: none, a little bit of jealousy

Description: the Txt members reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on another member.

Yeonjun

- Honestly depends what his reaction is, i guess what the scenario is for him

- overall tries not to get jealous but fails

- Sees that you’re so tired so he understands that you fell asleep on someone else

- But honestly still wishes you fell asleep on him instead LOL

- Will pick you up and take you to his room to sleep there

- Kisses your forehead before just letting you fall asleep on his bed

Soobin

- Thinks it’s cute tbh

- Isnt really jealous by it, he knows you love him and you were tired that’s all

- Def takes a picture of you sleeping 😭

- Asks the other member if it’s okay where you’re at, if not he’ll pick you up and take you to his bed to sleep in

- Makes sure to get a blanket for you and the other member, and when he pulls it up he accidentally wakes you

- He feels so bad until he just sees your sleepy smile and you tell him that you guys should go back to his room

Beomgyu

- Pouty face LOL

- Tries to not be offended by it but honestly who’s shoulders are best to fall asleep on other than his??

- Just looking at the other guy like, “who do you think you are?” especially if it’s yeonjun LOL

- Makes the other guy get up and switch spots with him so it’s you he is sleeping on 😭

- kisses your cheek and makes sure you’re comfortable

- Snuggles into you and probably falls asleep too

Taehyun

- Thinks you look so cute xx

- If he sees you tired, he wouldn’t really mind if you fell asleep on the other guys, unless one of them was flirting with you beforehand (then that’s another story LOL)

- I think he would pick you up (with his strong muscles ofc) and would move you over to him

- Would kiss you and stroke your hair 🥹

- If you’d woke up from him picking you up he would kiss you back to sleep (Aahh)

- would take a photo of you while you’re sleeping bc you just look so peaceful

Huening Kai

- Will ask the guy you’re sleeping on if you’re alright where you’re at

- Is a little jealous you’re sleeping on another guy but tries to dismiss it

- If he sees the other guy rubbing your hair or something he’s probably gonna get a little upset

- will just sit with his arms crossed up and death stare to the guy (even if it’s a cute death stare)

- After a while he’ll try to come over there and wake you up, just so he can see if you want to go sleep in his bed instead

- He’ll make sure to give you extra snuggles after it all though <333

Hi honey thank you so much for your request! sorry if it was a bit short 😭 but make sure to request again if you have any ideas!

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