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♡ not once, but

wc: 350

genre: fluff

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

a/n: this was originally written for riki, but i no longer write for enha lol

Sometimes, cuddling is nice, Beomgyu thinks. But he also thinks it's way nicer when you're cuddling with the person who makes your heart race and your face flush. It's often hard for him to convey his feelings with words, which is why he's laying down on your pile of stuffed animals with his head buried in your chest.

You brush your fingers through his hair as you whisper to him, "Hey. How would you describe yourself in three words?"

In his half asleep state, Beomgyu replies, "Madly in love."

He lets out a sigh and snuggles his face deeper into your chest, trying to melt your skin together and become one being.

You laugh at this, lightly scratching at Beomgyu's scalp. "You're so cute... Say it again, please," you ask him, fully knowing that if Beomgyu weren't half asleep, he would never say what you're asking him to.

You just enjoy it so much right now as Beomgyu's got sleep in his eyes, his voice is deeper, and his heart beat matches yours. It's moments like these that make you realize, shit, you're madly in love with Beomgyu as well. When you've done nothing the entire day, but cuddle, bother each other, and simply exist with one another. You do your best to reach down and press a light kiss at the crown of Beomgyu's head.

"I love you," Beomgyu mutters, sighing as he wraps his arms around you even tighter.

You gasp in response, having never heard Beomgyu say those words to you before. You shake his body lightly, "Say it again."

"No," Beomgyu whines. "I'm only saying it once. Only once."

Pouting, you let go of him, bringing your arms down to your sides. Beomgyu whines even louder, wanting your arms around him once again.

"Say it again," you demand.

"Fine. I love you. Now please wrap your arms around me," Beomgyu mumbles, hands reaching for your arms.

You relent, bringing your arms around him once again, hands rubbing up and down his back.

"I love you too," you respond, giggling.

Beomgyu is right. Cuddling is really nice.

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer yn

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling?

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

01. who was that?

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“this is what i wanna know” stomping her boot down onto the wooden piano stool.

“you dont even know who talks smack about you around the school, you werent paying attention to anyone around us when signing up for competition” minji interrogating you firm and straight to the point.

it was 4 days before the official competition you had signed up for a few weeks ago, giving you 3 weeks for your band to prepare. sounds pretty doable right? wrong

you for one were exhilarated by the idea of exploring by taking your time to take in the moments of thy path, baby steps! as you live by. although maybe it was the high of walking towards your dream.

fearing all that to come crashing down moments before you walk onto that stage, just as much as the so-called crash were weighing on your bandmates. and much to your dismay, sent you into a mini quiet panic attack from time to time.

“yes? i was also clinging onto souha as we were jaming out to the other bands auditions” you answered minji’s query, puzzled as to why she was asking this in the first place.

“so i wanna know for someone who doesn’t usually interact with anyone aside from few known friends in your class and the band; is cozying up to everybody’s pride and joy before practice, in the half lit hallways”

“i recognized their singers, they aren’t half bad. they have good taste in songs?” you said, packing your guitar up about to call it a day. but at the same time pulling out your notebook.

“what’s up with that nickname anyway, they can take that in the wrong way if students hear you. people misunderstand anything these days” you added, not having figured out much as to moments before when they had started the interrogation.

“we were just surprised is all y/n” souha sighs. “you catch your sweet vocalist cozying up that kid. who not only the girls, but boys + seemingly teachers fall smitten with”

souha lets it off her chest, sweeping off minji’s foot off the stool sitting down. her hand motioning the space beside her, for minji to sit.

pianist hyorin sneaks up behind you, “she’s okay, thats all that matters” squeezing you in a back hug. “good thing it was after school and not during. girls are vicious when it comes to their feelings. especially crushes”

“OH AND ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, their heads turn a complete 360 when he’s passing by, i swear. they’re half owl! ” aerin perks up from the back, organizing the wires behind the speakers.

you gave them all a look, ಠ_ಠ, you escaped from kyorin’s grasp as you went to help aerin pack the microphones away.

“it just so happened that; as i was blasting mamma mia’s soundtrack for the GAZILIONTH time in my headset, i was startled by sudden screaming. i thought it was you guys” you stated.

“screaming?” surprised, it was souha’s turn to look puzzled. alongside someone at the door.

“YAH-BANGU, THERE YOU ARE!- or something like that, i think” you mocked.

you hear chuckling from outside.

you all turn your heads to the hallways to find the other band occupying another classroom passing by, making their way out. the two boys from earlier included.

“ya, choi bangu” his bandmates teased him, emphasizing his name, or at least what you thought was his name. as he slouched over.

if not for your bad eyesight, you think you’d be able to tell if he was maybe avoiding eye contact with you.

minji burst out laughing, falling off the stool. while souha beside her snorts and looks down into catching kyorin from falling having failed to save minji.

“only y/n can say a persons name so wrong so confidently” aerin chuckles.

you stare for a second, you gasp as you cover your mouth with your hand “IS THAT NOT HIS NAME?”

A/N. im going by korean school years, 12-15 is middle school. 15-17 is high school. beomgyu and y/n are 15 in this au)

“man that was funny” jaeyun wipes the tears from his eyes.

“first someone finally catches the so called campus heartthrob after SO LONG. just for her to not only; know he is, but gets his name wrong” yeol jin exclaims, throwing an arm around beomgyu.

“YA- WE JUST ENTERED HIGH SCHOOL ANYWAY, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW LEE Y/N” beomgyu defended himself.

“beomgyu-oppa, we didn’t say y/n-unnie’s name though. and you just happened to know her name” jiuin turn and cocked her head to the boy caught guilty, as the 4 others snickered.

beomgyu recalled having fallen in a trance, you caught him. he thought it was the most free thing anyone could ever do, having been surrounded by those valuing reserved images, a reputation to hold everyone always so carefully watches each step as we were told. while there was nothing wrong with that, its just that-

a breather was what he needed, and a breath of fresh air you were, elizabeth shue from the opening scene of adventures of babysitting! it was so cool he thought.

anyways, as he watched your marvelling performance, of course he had noticed your name tag on your uniform you have yet change out of.

lee, y/n

imprinted, tattooed, and carved into his head.

“LETS JUST- go home! i challenge you all, loser buys everyone celebratory chicken after the competition” beomgyu says hoping to divert the topic.

“at that new restaurant that opened up by our english academy?” jaeyun looked up as he recalled. the first day as high school students. beomgyu had bursted into excitement at the bear mascot holding the Now Open sign, even taking a picture with it.

“YES! YUM! DELICIOUS! D E L I C I O U S” he spelt out in english as he scurried away, successfully ending the topic.

“hes avoiding the question though?” yeol jin along with everyone else looked a bit confused.

“YA! BEOM-YA! BEOMGYU! WAIT FOR US!” yeol jin said realizing as he grabbed jiuin’s hand and ran after beomgyu, everyone else followed.

“mom?” you dropped your keys by table and hung your jacket having just arrived home.

you see that theres a message on the answering machine. you sighed as you press play.

“welcome home! as always i told the delivery man to use the spare key by the flower pot outside to let himself in and to leave your favourite on the dinner table. eat up! you work very hard for some of your caliber, you know that right? some don’t even care”

we’ve met too many of those to care you thought to yourself as you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

you get up to turn off the answering machine from the side table, you’ve heard it all before anyway.

you were alone but that was nothing new, you’ve grown dependant on yourself. you were comfortable in your own presence, well at times anyways, like right now! you’ve learned what you really needed, what was needed of you. if you wanted to start a band with those who accidentally overheard you singing in the hallways, then so be it.

1:48 AM

your clock was glaring at you. you could hear it yelling, what child is up at these hours, go to sleep

you probably would wait until your mom gets home so you can quickly whisk your guitar and notebook away and act asleep. only to literally fall asleep afterwards.

you were recalling the events of your as you sat on your bed, 7:48 PM, suddenly you were writing and never stopped as this surge of adrenaline came rushing in.

you haven't stopped since, you didn’t wanna stop writing. you haven’t felt this before. you’ve never felt something so warm, you could grab it, you were living in a cherry red world, this feeling was all over the place. it hasn’t dawned on you yet why you were feeling this way

I see the look in your eye and I’m biting my tongue,

you’ll be the love of my life when i was young,

when the night is over.

don't call me up, im already under.

what was this? all you knew was that you didn’t want it to go away, not to stop yet, to hold on just a bit longer, forever if you could, just maybe.

the memory from earlier projected into perspective.

you said you would see him at the competition but it was his name you couldn’t quite figure out.

“who was that?”

A/N. YES THE SONG Y/N WAS WRITING WAS GRACIE ABRAMS’ 21 so ofcs this is me crediting her.

PLEASE BARE WITH ME! i love gracie sm!!! 😞

her music? CHEFS KISS

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

02. you shall be found guilty

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cling clang

the rattles of keys were what you woke up to,

“mom?” you questioned groggily, was it time to get ready already? trying to crawl out of dream land. oh how for it to be so easy. shake off the tiredness, we could get more things done.

“shh shh, sorry honey. i just got home now” she had just opened and peaked through the door to check on you. “did i wake you up?” you look over to your clock, 5:00 AM. you could swear it was taunting you or something.

“no its okay, welcome home” you said plastering a smile, you were glad that she was home.

“you didn’t stay up too late did you? i can drop you off if you don’t feel like commuting” she sat down on your bed as you sat up from under your covers.

“no i’m okay, why change my routine just because i don’t feel like it? thats how we get into bad habits right?” you smiled with your eyes closed.

her eyebrows furrow, “oh how lucky am i to have you, so strong-“ she smiles weakly as she tries to hug you, but you flinch back, raising your wrist as a reflex.

she frowns, “sorry sweetie, i forget that- uhm” she laughs awkwardly, “anyways, go back to sleep, ill drop you off in an hour, no arguing!” she says in a sing-song tone. bouncing up and off the bed, marching out of your room.

you heard your mom laughing in the living room while you waited for her, tapping your foot anxiously. if you didn’t leave now then you were gonna be late.

you can hear her talking, something about an event with an old friend? you weren’t sure, but you did know that she wanted you to tag along.

you were smart but not the smartest, you were okay with it in a way, but taking the risky path you were, having average grades wasn’t gonna cut it for you. you needed to be more than enough you thought, the more appeal the better!

impatient, screw it you said. you got up, walked passed your mom, and put on your shoes. getting your mom’s as well.

“we’re gonna be late, if you don’t hurry” you waved your red ribboned headband in the air trying to get her attention as you stood by the door.

she looked up confused, and then she at her watch. her eyes widened as she dropped the phone, practically jumping to the ceiling.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT, YEAH HON LETS GO, QUICK QUICK, RUN START THE CAR” AS SHE TOSSED YOU THE KEYS.

you scurried out to the car. you wouldn’t usually, but you appreciated her antics. it calmed your nerves from your former worries, brightening your mood in a way.

she was trying.

during the car ride your mom noticed how serious your gaze out the window was, concerned, of course she asked “do you wanna let it off your chest? you know you get your quality of observation from me, your looks anyway.”

you laugh a bit before confessing, “its nothing you need to worry about, just the competition” you breathed out heavily

you were distracted, not about the competition but about the song. it wasn’t like you, or it wasn’t a song you’d expected composed by lee y/n.

was something missing to the song? you were so focused though, couldn’t be. was it your focus that made it scary? all these possibilities running through your mind yet remembering what was floating in the air.

“are you gonna make it?” you held your breath asking.

“this saturday? of course. what time does it start?” she asked switching between you and the road.

“at 12PM, but try to get there earlier. i want to get photos” you said sighing out. a timid yay cheering in your head

“of course i’ll make-“ cut off from her phone buzzing in the coffee holder.

“y/n-ah, could you answer and hold it up to my ear?” she asked in a rush before the ringing ran out.

you grabbed it, sliding answer, and put it up to her ear.

“hello? lee yeong speaking” you spaced out while she answered, you were trying to think who it was calling so early. her composed turned into a ghast tone.

“at this very moment? i mean unless you want your employees to be paid, not paying hospital bills. she chuckled. she really had inappropriate comedic timing didn’t she.

“alright, alright. on my way! hang up y/n” she glanced over to you for a second.

you lowered your arm, hanging up the call.

“does your arm not hurt? you held it up for a bit” she asked curious.

“no, not really. probably because i carry around the instruments half of the day sometimes”

“so you’d say you have a thing for athleticism?” she inquired. your eyebrows furrowed, where was she even taking this?

“i guess? what does that have to do with-“

“could you run to school? it’s not to far, 2 blocks away. i owe you, im running late for this last minute schedule!”

she rambled on.

you were shocked by the request, you short circuited for a second. “uh- i mean” looking at the time on the car 7:53AM. school starts at 8:00AM.

you paused thinking about it for a second, i guess you could, but you would just have to run really fast.

“yeah sure, ill see you!” waiting for the car to stop at a red light. you quickly made up your mind, not wanting to drag this on longer, unbuckling your seat and rushing out the car door.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!

you nearly trip while fixing your bag, your tie becoming lose, your hair in shambles, your uniform jacket slipping off your shoulders, while trying to keep your guitar from falling off your shoulders. why were guitars so heavy you cursed

you were running so fast you could barely catch your breath, the were only a few students on their way to school and these were your schoolmates who you recognized coming into class late.

so to sum it up? if you didn’t run faster than you already were, you’re sure as hell gonna be late.

you looked down to your watch, if it was still there that is

7:57 AM

you could’ve sworn your watch looked extra smug today.

“jiu, where is she?” souha turned to jiuin worried

jiuin shrugged furrowing her eyebrows weary of you, it wasn’t like you to cut close to being late. it wasn’t like them to arrive before you.

8:02 AM

the doors creaked open, everyone turned to you. you were panting, hair all over the place, your red headband hanging off your shoulder, and clothing in mishaps. your heart was racing.

“oh my goodness, y/n!” souha stood up and ran to you, wide eyes worried about your current state. jiuin searched her bag for a hairbrush, rushing to come to your aid.

you were so tired, you put your hands on your knees coughing. “i-im heeerreee” you said out of breath.

still catching your breath, all you could think of was thank goodness, i made it.

“you’re a mess, what happened to you?!” souha hugged you tight and holding your shoulders frantically checking you. jiuin sneaking up behind souha to hug you as well quickly brushing your hair, and fixing your headband in place.

she exhaled “you’re late you realize that? we were beginning to worry” souha directing you to your seat while jiu fixed your tie. “and we had a reason! look at you. what on earth happened?”

jiu sat you down as she sat down herself in her seat beside you, hand in hand.

“i’m fine, long story-“

“and as interesting as it may be, hopefully it can wait till after class” you were cut-off by your teacher.

you mouthed later to jiuin and souha as class was starting.

[lunch time]

souha went to go find minji since apparently she owed her lunch, telling you to rest and she’ll come back. knowing how busy the halls would get and you’re not a fan of closed/little space.

you were beginning to feel antsy as people from another classrooms began to fill up the space, not knowing why your class in particular was so popular.

you walked out as you felt it was becoming to cramped in there, closing in on you. you weren’t hungry, so you just searched for kyorin and souha.

you passed a few students staring you down, you heard them holding back smug laughs.

“it must’ve felt so humiliating for her”

“she has natural face that makes your blood boil”

“why did she show up to class like that?”

“maybe she was trying out a new style”

“if you look at her she might just have the wrong idea of hipster. you know how people mistaken homeless clothing for hipster?”

“YOU’RE AWFUL!” they all laugh obnoxiously

“what was she thinking for her hair, just curious. tinker bell?”

“pixie cut”

“what was she thinking”

you turned the corner

you closed your eyes holding, clenching your jaw. ignore them your mind demanded. your expression grew more frustrated. this happened everyday, you’d think you’d learn to handle your deck of cards. but it only seemed to make you grow self conscious.

you knew better though than to let them get to you, you have to get better, its all you need. you sighed changing into a disappointed expression, side eyeing the window. while you rubbed your elbow.

way to into your head, you failed to notice the familiar few of the voices from yesterday approaching you.

“sk8ter boi wasn’t too bad during practice, plus we need an english song. why not do that for the competition?“ jaeyun said to munbin as beomgyu walked to the far side of both of them.

“that’s not bad!” munbin gasped, pointing a finger to jaeyun.

but it was then that jaeyun noticed you approaching, munbin was curious as to what jaeyun was staring at, spotting you as well. “oh sick, it’s her!” munbin whispered.

jaeyun winked to munbin as he looked over at beomgyu. since munbin was in the middle, he nudged beomgyu with his shoulder getting his attention. beomgyu glanced to munbin

“what’s up? i was listening i swear, sk8ter boi is-“

“look up” jaeyun said cutting beomgyu off

beomgyu then looked up confused as to why their tone was soft suddenly. he took notice of the familiar figure with headphones as his gaze softens

oh, that’s why. he thought to himself as you made your way down the hallway.

he wanted to say something but even as talkative as he usually is, his tongue was in a knot. he was excited to see you but the type of excited that made his stomach to hurdles.

you were staring at the window til you saw someone looking at you, making eye contact for a split second and looked back outside. not realizing it was him, you passed without any interaction.

he felt disappointed, although he doesn’t think he would’ve known what to say anyway. he then processed your dejected expression, a second after you passed them, affecting his own facial expression.

he looks up to munbin and jaeyun who were already looking at him with identical smug smirks. teasing him no doubt.

he jumped “why are you looking at me like that?” perplexed, he playfully punches munbin’s shoulder

munbin dramatically holds his shoulder “YAH WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME AS IF I’M THE ONLY WHO WAS STARING, IT WAS JAEYUN’S IDEA”

they both look to jaeyun as he proceeds to dramatically hold out his hand as he begins to sing that song from cinderella “so this is loooveee~”

“you better start running” beomgyu deadpanned

jaeyun broke a laugh and quickly ran ahead, beomgyu chased after him leaving munbin behind.

for this scene;

bolded text is y/n pov, slanted text is beomgyu pov

per usual, you were the first to arrive. you felt a bit too self anxious to dance so instead you decided to see what you had done of that song so far.

you decided to go over the chords on souha’s piano instead of guitar, you just needed a new feel of something.

you started.

some times i go blurry eyed

alone, he was making his way up the stairs up to the practice room, the other had gone to grab drinks and snacks.

small talk and you tell me that you’re on fire

he then heard the voice again, and it was more clear this time

lights on and it’s black and white

he looked into that dark room which held the same girl who laminated the room with this yellow-brown-pink hue.

i couldn’t stay forever

your voice sounded so hurt, it tugged at his heart. he was focused on you and your voice.

i get alone sometimes and i miss you again

he was in a dream, it was blurry atmosphere, your voice was ringing in his head.

i’ll be the love of your life inside your head

his bottom lip was dropped

when the night is over

when has real people ever sounded like that before he thought

don’t call me up, i’m already under

he had never heard the song before, but he was sure not make the same mistake letting it pass by. so sure to ask you

“what song is that?”

you looked up in surprise

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized

“no no, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you were watching” as you scratched

he motioned if he could enter the room. nodding your head, he smiled as he nodded his while timidly landing his first foot inside.

you looked to the side, portable piano in your lap. side eyeing him then turning your head to face him. he sat down in front you.

you were avoiding eye contact because you felt awkward til you decided to look at him and fight it off for now. it was the polite thing to do.

you both look back at each other at the same time, causing you both to quickly avert eyes again.

you didn’t know what to do

he let out a laugh, you face him as he was looking down then faces you.

“anyway, what song was it?” he asked looking down at the piano as were you.

“oh it was a song i made last night, it doesn’t have a name but-“ he cut you off

“you wrote it?” with wide eyes, his head moving slightly closer to the piano. he sounded shocked

“oh- yeah, me. i’m not a professional, i know, but i did try and i think i’ll get better if i continue to do so!” you were beginning to question if they turned off the air conditioning after school because you felt your ears heat up.

you looked him in awe of the piano. he must really like pianos you thought.

“are you crazy?” he chuckled as he looked up at you

“your talent and ability is so incredibly touching y/n!” he said in a smiling tone at you.

“ohhh, thanks” you smiled weakly back

he was so in awe of you, you couldn’t help but strengthen your smile. it was hard to hold back.

he looked away, he felt his ears start to burn up as well.

“by the way, i wanted to ask you something” he suddenly changed the topic.

“hm? what is it?” giving him permission to ask you

“what’s my name?” he faced you seriously

oh no

this won’t be good

“your name?” you asked while looking up to the ceiling.

“y/nnnniee, my name” he said trying to catch your eyes back onto him.

“uh, well you knooow” trying to catch a glimpse of his uniform only for him to cover it.

“no cheating!” he said “y/n my name?”

you were looking everywhere “oh uh you know, you’ve got one, i got one, everyones got a name.” you tried prolonging it.

“YOU’RE STALLING!” he said moving forward

“AM NOT!” you moved forward as well

“YOU DON’T KNOW IT!” he yelled

“I DO! IT’S BANGU!” you yelled back

he fell back breaking out in laughter. you were left in embarrassment, making a tight smile while as you watched him dying of laughter.

he got up wiping his tears, recovering from his giggle fit, he continued “it’s beomgyu y/n!” he said “choi beom gyu”

“oh shut up” you pushed his shoulder back as you laugh it off his head was down still chuckling

“you’re gonna choke from laughing, it’s very possible” you said in a pessimistic tone looking down at his hair

“then you shall be found guilty” he mocked

he had finished laughing, he smiled up at you, while you too found yourself smiling at him

you stayed like that for a bit, looking at each other. it was hard to break the eye contact.

that was until the lights turned on, you both looked to see minji and kyor looking at you two confused.

“what are you two doing in the dark?” minji asked as she approached her guitar.

“oh y/n was showing me a song she wrote” beomgyu replied for you

“in the dark? gazing into each others eyes?” minji teased you both overly emphasizing the way she spoke.

“WE WEREN’T GAZING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES!” you said defensively

“we sort of were though” beomgyu said

“YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” you yelled back to him

the three of them laughed at you.

“this is so embarrassing” you said as you buried your face in your palms

beomgyu was startled by a sudden vibration, his phone vibrated to what you assume was someone from his band.

yeol jin: were outside! could you help us, jiuin’s bag broke since it was heavy so we need extra pairs of hands.

beomgyu: oh sure, on my way!

he put his phone in his bag as he got up. “hey, my bandmates need help carrying snacks up, i’ve got to go” he said as he slunk his bag over his shoulders.

“oh okay, so you’re leaving?” you asked feeling a bit dejected

“yeah, but you guys should stop by if you’d like! knowing them they bought too much stuff anyway. we have big appetites” he said as he walked towards the door.

surprised you were, you said

“oh okay, sure. we’ll think about it-”

“we’ll be there” you were cut off by kyor who, rested her hands on your shoulders as she gave beomgyu a thumbs up

“alright, see you guys later. bye y/n” he waved as he turned and left out the door

“so did we interrupt your date?” minji’s teasing was never ending.

“WE WEREN’T ON A DATE!”

A/N. this was a filler chapter to connect the story lines im sorry, BUT IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE. PLEASE TRUST ME! 😭

thank you for making it this far!

bandmates! [masterlist]

au. pre-debut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

!summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /high school band au /first love /yn has issues with her parents /slow burn

status. ongoing (since dec 28)

chapters.

00. see you there!

01. who was that?

02. you shall be found guilty

03. slap my wrist

04. untitled (drafts)

thank you so much for reading!

then teach me

synopsis. it was a small get-together, family friends, the usual. and like the many other ones before. you sat there, quiet but composed. you never noticed though how he wishes he could steal a glance from you. only to grow curiouser and curiouser.

pairings. rich!beomgyu x rich!yn (both are in their early teens)

includes. fluff, y/n is a bit bitter & sad, y/n plays piano though!

you moved here almost 3 months ago. yet you're still not used to the spacious-vintage-old-school-rooms, so you had trouble finding the kitchen for a while there until you tripped on the metal divider on the floor.

it was dark out. so as you always did, even in japan, you washed the left-out dishes of your mom's fancy painted glass china and spaced out for a while. opening the window wide letting the night breeze rush to your face.

the old crackling stereo was quietly playing in the background, a lovely song really. listening peacefully until a foreign voice startled you.

the old crackling stereo was quietly playing in the background, a lovely song really. listening peacefully until a foreign voice startled you.

"it still smells like paint chemicals in here" he crept by the entrance. you jumped, splashing yourself with a bit of water.

“oh gosh!, you scared me” you spun around, bringing the wooden bowl to your chest, and relaxing your shoulders a bit.

“oh sorry..! i wasn’t trying to, i just…“ he says quietly. stepping foot into the room, raising a palm in solace

“no no it's okay" you figured he was probably just lost. "just go down that hallway, then up the stairs-” you pointed towards the archway behind him

he turned back following your hand's trajectory only for him to turn back towards you waving his hands close to his chest “ah- nono, i know how to get back”

“oh then, are you hungry? there are snacks in the cupboard”

“i actually wanted to uh-“

“relax?” you kept interrupting him, as you darted your eyes towards the small dining table by the patio door.

“y/n-ah, let me finish!!” he exclaimed softly

you finally looked at him “right right, go ahead. sorry” you apologized

“i wanted to talk you about how you played piano earlier in front of everyone. it was amazing”

“oh, thank you…” you said turning back around. rinsing the soapy bowl in hand. your hands were getting pruny

he looked “it was very beautiful, you looked so immersed into the song and your voice is really beautiful and-“

he suddenly stopped as soon as he saw an unreadable expression, your eyes in a daze; looking down over your shoulder

“ah- sorry did that” about to reach out a hand, he retracts it. scratching his head feeling his chest tighten by his forwardness. “make you uncomfortable?” laughing in an attempt to soothe the atmosphere

you look up startled “nono of course not! i was just- i’m not used to hearing compliments about my... well anything”

“what do you mean? everyone talks so great about you! they'd say that you’re smart, very poised, adored, ”

he listed the things already heard before, but there was a gleam in his eyes as he stared at out the window. by chance, it made it seem like he actually meant it coming from him. you were puzzled.

he was staring somewhere in the room while you were staring at him. he looked almost shy to say these things but he was trying anyway, making an effort to assure me. you noticed something else when your eyes gazed down from his. he was smiling

he's as handsome as they say he is you thought to yourself

he then looked back up at you catching you by surprise. you were having a mini panic because you spacing out ogling at him. how do you explain that to someone you just met?

“not to mention you seem nice anyway” he chuckles

your posture stiffens up a bit “oh uhm- yeah. i guess, its just the way a person says it i guess? or whatever. thank you though, but I'm not that special as to what you think. or what im assuming you think anyway of me” you expressed

“i think your wrong” he laughs quietly

“excuse me?” your head jolts up, not looking at him still

“no wait, i mean- from what i think you see yourself as. youre more than what you believe” you looked to his reflection from the dark window seal where he was staring at you from.

you just gave him a subtle glare, unsure as to what he was planning or what he meant. but you didn't wanna let your guard down.

"that one time, the maids had gotten the dessert wrong and you baked for us instead, even after your mom asked if you were getting tired"

"ahh- well... those are just times when someone could use the help, anyone would do it really. I'm shocked you remember that much"

"i still think it's cool of you either way"

you paused for a moment not knowing what to say. until you said

“if anything, i’d wish to be more like you. you have a sense of freedom, you know how to look for things you love and pursue it on your own accord” you then looked down from his gaze turning off the faucet.

you then turned to faced him. hands gripped on the counter top behind you. “im tied to what makes me enough to whomever, not that i think i am anyway. i still have ways to go” you said looking down to apron covering your floral tea dress.

“you make me seem selfish y/n”

“i guess… no wait, you’re not- THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

he glanced down and chuckled

his laugh filling the room. taken aback you didn’t expect him to laugh out of nowhere. but it was a tantalizing, echoing in your ears.

“i’m kidding, i know what you mean” he met your gaze with a teasing smirk, your ears began to sear.

a bit lost and vulnerable. your eyes darted in so many directions as your mouth drooped a bit only for you to close it in embarrassment, pursing your dimples.

“this is gonna sound bitter, but i doubt i can handle as much. to keep both stable i mean” you dried some of utensils and walked over to the cupboards to lay them neatly away

“maybe for someone who’s good at it like you, this comes off as irresponsible and lazy. but i just wanna cling onto whatever steadiness i can feel, even if i might me deluding my self” you let out a laugh, “bitter no?”

you were so focused on what you were doing you didn’t realize until he turned on the faucet to wash his hands and grabbed the remaining utensils on the dish dryer to help you.

“it sounds like you resent me a bit for that” he said as he handed you a few forks he dried up.

you timidly took the forks thanking him.

you sighed and smiled bitterly "its something i dont understand, that’s all" you then turned around and away from him. taking the plates, drying them and opening the cupboards.

you couldn’t reach the high shelf, you then tried tippy toeing but that too failed.

“here” he said looming over you, finding his hand under yours.

you handed the plates to him and watched as he put them away without a problem. you both were almost the same height, not that much taller than you. it just so happened the extra 2-3 inches came in handy for him.

“thanks” spinning around to face him looking down at you, your eyes widened a bit by how close he was. he too was shocked but became lost as his eyes roamed your facial features. you were able to have a better look at him,

that was when the winds speed smacked against the window, startling you both.

you looked away awkwardly, as did he. pursing your lips you slipped right from under him. heading towards the sink again.

“i can teach you if you want” he said looking back at you

you fumble several of the ceramic tableware in your hands, taking in sharply that these plates not only cost a fortune but will shatter easily.

“p-pardon?” you turn back ungraciously

“wait no that sounds wrong, not like that!” hands waving up in defense

“i- what is then?” you ask

for a second he pauses but straightens his posture, fixes his hair, then walks up towards you reaching out a hand.

“choi beomgyu”

“i already know your name”

“just- i mean, y/l/n y/n.”

“hmm?”

“i’ll teach you everything there is to know on becoming someone like me”

he winked with a smile, staring intently at you.

“uh- no, word that better” you teased raising an eyebrow

“charming, self-assured, confident- you know what i mean!”

“do i?”

“just shake my hand y/n-ah”

you giggled, smiling down at the hand he held out as you took your hand in his.

“then teach me”

A/N. so my tumblr has been being SOOOOO rude and not showing up on hashtags, but it was recently fixed THANK GOD. so now i’m uploading this thing i wrote when i was feeling sad 🥲🥲

should i do part 2?

you were right under my nose

pairings. choi!beomgyu 🧸 girl!reader

plot; A girl he met by a chance, an odd one. Beomgyu didn’t quite understand why he felt so oddly at ease by you, so very familiar in a stranger such as y/n. But as time passes, gaining more understanding of this individual Y/n, it’s that his heart fell first without realizing it. And so abruptly.

content. fluff, it’s angst and fluff

It plagued his mind, it didn’t make sense to him,

why no one really saw it,

how anyone could miss out on so much just sitting right in front of them. they wished for an angel, a sort of rarity feeling you find in perfect idols, a flawless feeling of ‘i was meant to find you’, the feeling of getting high on a perfect love, a turning heads kind of person.

And yet you were right there, so much more sitting right under their noses as you meant everything you said, the things you you say, the stories you tell, fears you overcome everyday. You only truly sought for what you thought was right, your laugh, your heart, the way your hand felt, or the way your smile met your eyes.

“Beomgyu look! it’s right there!!” you squealed. He watched as your hair shined in waves, your dress bounced as you ran off into the scene of petals. You spinned giggling, completely mesmerized by something of nature that happened everyday. The cherry blossoms petals falling from the trees was not anything near phenomenal, it was as pedestrian as watching a sunset. But it had nothing on the sun’s gleam or how nice the flowers bloomed when you were smack dab in the middle of it all.

It was the spell that made everything and anything remind him of moments he shared with you. The little things that reminded him of you. By a spell you casted, and a spell he was under, he was certain this was something he would give a limb or his left arm to relive for the first time once again.

“isn’t it pretty?!!” you yelled over to him from a distance.

His eyes focus in on you, you entirely, for what you were, this feeling, who he could be around you, what his world became,

“…extremely” he whispers under his breath.

He was in for it wasn’t he?

a/n. Recently, my mental health has really been on the brink of everything, and I’m really struggling to get by everyday. So please bare with my very random post schedule and inconsistency for now. At least for as long as I try to fix the wonkiness inside my head. I promise I’ll get better with posting and finish all the oneshots I promised.

- love, pixie <3

p.s. ily viennana

taglist (open) ; @simplygyuu

what i think it would be like dating ; pre-debut, choi beomgyu

PAIRINGS: pre-debut!beomgyu 📼 youngfem!reader

“that really cute male-trainee you trained with and couldn’t help but have a tiny crush on him”

“being around him anf spending your time with him wasn’t too bad. after a day of band practice or hanging out after school with friends, he offers to walk you home after band practice”

“supporting his love for music, putting meaning in life, being with him, loving his company”

august? — get well soon

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. mentions of falling down the stairs, mentions of the ER and hospital, hand holding? yn is a bit sad this episode, mild swearing, that’s all i know so far (lmk if there’s more)

previous / masterlist / next / playlist

You were sitting in your spot in which you always sat at during club meetings and you were taking down minutes for the team. Except now the lights were off, you were sitting in the dark with your eyes closed, and there was nothing on the table except your head down resting between your arms.

The clubrooms had their own special floor, which was the top floor of the school, so that meant there was no one here. There was also no club meetings happening with it being Monday since most clubs meet on Wednesdays. And that was a good thing for you because you got to sit in the clubroom alone in silence for a few minutes before company arrived.

It was then you finally moved a muscle when you heard footsteps approaching up the stairs, turning your head from the window to their door to see Hyunjin slowly stepping into the room, careful not to startle you in your current state.

“Hey stranger” Hyunjin said as he gently slid the door close.“You want me to keep the lights off?” his fingers resting on the light switch.

“No, keep them off please” you said lifting your head off the table and pushing your chair back to stand up.

Beside the door and below the light switch was a small navy blue couch.

The clubroom was plain, painted with simple cream walls, a whiteboard by the large table in the middle, and across from the whiteboard were 4 cabinets for files of past papers written by alumni, and the couch.

Hyunjin was first to sit down on the couch before he patted down the space beside him for you to sit.

Not that you usually followed orders but you were a bit out of it to argue anything more. Settling for just simply leaving your spot at the table and sitting down beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

He breathes out a sigh before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lies his head on yours and waits a couple moments before he says anything more.

“Are you trying to decide how you feel about your performance last night?” he asked quietly, drawing circles on your arm farthest from him.

“How… did you—”

“Of course I know, I’m your best friend too y’know”

You don’t like burdening people, especially your friends who are always there when you need them, but you’ve also been learning recently that… this, this is okay.

“I just feel like it’s a lot” you say quietly, in fear of sounding stupid or maybe too bold “I don’t want the things i do to be too much handle or make it look as if I’m trying to be someone I’m not meant to be—”

“Y/N, that’s your parents’s voice. And they…” you watch as Hyunjin pauses, staring into a place on the clubroom floor and beyond. You can also see the frustration in his eyes at the mention of your parents, not because of you, but because of how much your parent’s words have hurt you. And watching that hurt follow you over the years is something he always wants to try and lift off of your shoulders. A big task he’s given himself, but he also has the other 3 to rely on when it comes to this.

“They’re just…” he says these next words carefully “not right” He’s being mindful in the fact that when treading these parts of your life. He takes a breath before continuing on with what he was saying. “If this were about other people then I would argue that they could possibly be right about other things, but they were never right about anything they said or did to you back then” he says.

He then grazes over your hand with his other hand and waits, you nod your head in ‘okay’ for him to hold your hand, he does. He stares down at your hands in his for a few moments before continuing on.

(so this is where this part was deleted and they have a really good emotional, but fluffy scene that i literally cannot remember ANYTHING about for the life of me so let’s just skip forward for my sanity? pls)

“Y/N” he says sitting up, taking your hand closest to him in his hands and playing with your fingers, “no one is in the right to make you question whether or not something makes you happy or give force meanings over your own feelings”

You can always tell that he’s being serious if he’s toying with something in his hands and/or if he’s looking at your eyes while also looking at something else behind you.

And in this case, he was doing both.

You reach over to his hands still playing with your fingers and rest your hand atop of his.

“And if that is the case that they are right?” you look up to his eyes for an answer.

“They’re just stupid,” he says bluntly with a lighthearted laugh. “It’s my job to make you sad and tired. No one else is allowed to do it” he states dramatically, letting go of your hands and making a really dramatic pose

You scoff and roll your eyes so far back you see stars, “You’re so annoying”

Standing up from the couch and reaching your hand up to slide the clubroom door to leave, but Hyunjin quickly reaches from behind you to open the door for you.

“Leaving me behind in a dark clubroom? A clubroom I’m not even a member of?” he inquires as he lets you walk out first and him following behind you. Then closing the door behind him.

“Well, I tried anyway” you shrug as you walk down the empty hallway side by side. You’re playing with the hem of your skirt before you remember something that’s been tugging at the back of your mind since stepping into school.

“Do you they’ll be angry with me?” you ask.

“Your parents?” he asks so nonchalantly and so quickly, not missing a single beat. Makes you really think how bad your mommy/daddy issues are.

“No, I mean…” You chuckle, “Chaer and them, my old band” you asks slowly.

He stops walking for a good 5 seconds, which of course stops you in your tracks and turn around to look at him confused, before he catches up to you again. “Sorry about that, but come again?” he asks genuinely confused.

“Like if they saw that video of me, would they think that im trying to one them up or something” you explain as turned the hallway finally making it to the stairs and carefully treading down as you walk down from the fourth floor to the second floor so you can buy lunch together and maybe catch up with Sunghoon and them.

“Well are you?” he asks turning to face you, face twisted in perplexity. The way he’s looking at you now is as if he’s trying to find some sense somewhere on your face, but failed to. Common occurrence.

“Of course not! I don’t know, I leave the band out of no where, I know Chaer and Yeji, probably Yeosang knows and understands, but I’m still strung up about it” you explain, obvious concern in your voice. Hyunjin on the other hand is concerned as well, but still feels hasty to rectify this idea.

“Y/N, I love you but that’s just silly. Yeji was thrilled to watch that video remember? They won’t— Y/N watch out!”

Hyunjin calling out to you was the last thing you heard before you miss a step and bump into someone in front of you and suddenly you’re falling.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin calls out to you,

“Seeun!” a familiar voice calls out at the same time.

Thankfully, Hyunjin catches you in time, holding your waist and your arms still lunged forward from almost falling before he pulls your body back up to a steady stance.

The same couldn’t be said about the girl you knocked over though as she now at the bottom of the steps.

You and Hyunjin stare wide eyed for a second longer as you realize that the girl you just accidentally pushed down the stairs is Seeun,—The current lead vocalist your High School’s band. A band in which Choi Beomgyu belongs to now—before quickly rushing down the steps and tend to Seeun.

That is before Hyunjin can taunt you saying

‘If they weren’t mad, they might be now’

(comment or send an ask to me (pixie! 🥰) if you may be interested in being added to permanent/taglist of august)

august? taglist: @grl-wndr @txtaetertots @toiletfeet68 @woncheecks @destairea

kept on your tips. (preview)

pairings. choi 🧸 beomgyu x ballerina 🩰 y/n

masterlist&synopsis. a job opportunity arose from korea. an open spot in a prestigious ballet troupe. having trained from a young age you were not easily shaken by the doubt those around held up in front of you. passion for your career met your love for the korean language + culture and to live there one day. on the path to fulfilling your dreams were harsher than you expected as your sudden addition to the troupe seemed to have troubled those around you. out of said adjustments, there was a matter of who that kept you rather giddy, setting the tone for somedays as a bit brighter and pink than usual. an acquaintance who lived with 4 of his friends you often stumbled upon at your apartment complex whilst you rush out in a hurry to your place of work. may it be in the elevators, in the lobby, or in the hallways after coming back from a long day. it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you used simple puppy-like infatuation to save your motivation and enthusiasm enkindling a bit further for just a few more days now, would it? to keep yourself moving! or so you thought

profiles. y/n & her troupe

profiles. tomorrow x together

accidents happen! (teaser)

pairing: choi beomgyu x f!reader genre: idol au, fluff summary: you're this year's MC host, and if it couldn't get any more nerve-racking, you were about to meet your long-time bias head-on. quite literally…

Newest headline reads:

Netizens are in an uproar over TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s Choi Beomgyu and LE SSERAFIM’s Y/n bumping heads during last night's Music Bank award show. Although the moment only lasts a split second, the repercussions of the event have yet to settle. Comments such as the ones below have flooded in after numerous clips of the accident spread online.

“Did you see the way he rubbed his head? Isn’t he adorable?”

“I can’t believe she would purposefully hurt my husband like that!”

“Beomgyu doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment! From some no-name idol nonetheless.”

“They have got to be dating! The way Beomgyu’s eyes lit up at the sight of her and the way Y/n smiled after the incident? Total goals! Yeonjun, bump heads with me next!”

“I think the interaction was cute. The way they both rubbed their heads at the same time? Ah, and I loved seeing Beomgyu’s nose scrunch up! So cute! Don’t mind the haters, Y/N Beomgyu fighting!”

Many emotions are being felt from fans and foes alike, but the company has yet to disclose any information to deny or confirm the incessant rumors that are spreading about the two rising stars. Was it an accident or a clue into the budding romance between two HYBE idols?

a/n: what do you guys think? it's inspired by the 231013 music bank interview! she'll probably be posted in a few days so keep a look out and show it some love when you see it!

update: i did not post it… i am a liar… i have lied… lets hope i get it out soon 😓 pray for me

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ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴮᵉᵒᵐᵍʸᵘ ˣ ᴳⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁰.⁵ᵏ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵉᵐⁱ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ⁱᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵁⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ, ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ.

ᴺᵉᵗʷᵒʳᵏ: @starlit-network

You were tired, it had been a long day for you so of course the only thing you could think of was getting back home, flopping yourself onto your fluffy bed, and going to bed.

And that was precisely what you were doing, making your way back home after your date with your boyfriend Beomgyu. You both had hopped into a taxi late at night and went out for dinner.

You didn't want to cook and your were worn out so you decided to text Beomgyu if he wanted to go get dinner with you so that you wouldn't have to go alone.

Truthfully, saying ‘dinner date' sounded too fancy for only going to a simple and cheap fast food restaurant. Couples made the word dinner sound too luxurious when in reality, a simple trip to subway could also be categorized as a dinner date.

This taxi luckily had a bit more privacy due to the curtain that hung between the driver and back seats, of course that would not muffle your voices but something was something.

Beomgyu leaned over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, giving you the very needed comfort as he noticed you falling asleep.

“You're making me more sleepy than I already am-” you muttered, hearing him hold back a chuckle as he lightly played with your hair.

You looked up at your boyfriend who looked back at you, feeling your gaze become stuck on him as you were unable to pull your eyes away. He grinned.

“Am I just that hot that you can't even look away?” he teased, the smirk never fading off his face as you frowned, shaking your head rapidly while doing an ‘x’ with your fingers.

“Not at all, I just got l-”

“You just got lost in my eyes.” He interrupted, making you lean up and slap his chest, “What the heck Beomgyu?” this time he burst out laughing, making you roll your eyes.

Choi Beomgyu, never had any shame even when it came to a public setting. You were unfortunately somewhat grateful for him because if it hadn't been for his unseriousness and immature behavior you probably would've been sound asleep by now.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his warm breath touch your hair as he lightly brushed your shoulder with his hand.

“You better not go to sleep, I'm not your personal pillow.” He scolded, to which you simply nodded.

“I'm sorry, but upon signing the contract of being my boyfriend, you agreed to all the terms and policies which includes: Being my personal pillow.” You finished, causing him to pout which made you begin chuckling, slowly feeling your voice fade as your eyes naturally shut.

He looked back at you, lifting an eyebrow upon hearing your heavy breathing and eyes gently pushed against one another. He smiled, partly chuckling in disbelief that you actually ended up falling asleep. However he knew you deserved it and it would break his heart to wake you up.

Knowing how far away your house was from here, he reminded himself of his own place which was only a couple minutes away. He also didn't have the key to your place and he didn't want to look through your personal belongings.

He leaned over to the driver seat, lightly patting the driver on the shoulder.

“Can we switch the location?”

Butterflies - Choi Beomgyu

Synopsis: Experiencing love for the first time is a magical thing. And college was all about experiencing a series of firsts. For Beomgyu though, it was the most terrifying concept. Yet, when it comes to how Beomgyu feels about you, he was ready to conquer his fears.

Pairing: College Student!Choi Beomgyu x reader

Genre: first love, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.4k

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"What are you doing?" Taehyun asked, peering over Beomgyu's shoulder. Quickly, Beomgyu covered this notebook from the peering eyes of his best friend.

"N-Nothing," Beomgyu quickly responded. "Bullshit! Let me see."

Taehyun tried his best to reach for the pile of papers but Beomgyu did a good job at playing defense. If only he noticed Kai by his side who was able to snatch the notebook from underneath him.

"Hey! Give it back," Beomgyu whined.

He was about to pop up and chase after Beomgyu, but Kai already began reading out-loud the written words. Kai's voice called to attention Yeonjun and Soobin, who soon found themselves wondering over towards the living room. Beomgyu just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.

"Oh, does our little Beomgyu have a crush?" Yeonjun teased. He approached his younger friend and ruffled his hair playfully.

Beomgyu was quick to swat his hand away before glaring. Yeonjun quickly took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender.

"So what if I do? What's the big deal?" Beomgyu muttered. If only the couch could swallow him whole at this moment. "It's not like anything is going to even happen anyways."

The other four boys all looked towards their friend. Their eyes were wide. Soobin was definitely questioning if he had heard Beomgyu correctly. Taehyun, his closest friend out of the group, took a seat next to him on the couch. Yeonjun had taken a seat to his other side as Soobin and Kai placed themselves in front of Beomgyu.

They had never encountered this side of Beomgyu before. He was always the friend that offered advice when one of the other guys needed advice, especially when it came on how to approach someone they were interested in. So to hear that he had his own self doubt was a bit alarming.

In reality, it was easy for Beomgyu to give advice to his friends. At his core, he was somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He loved watching romance novels, for the plot he claimed, but also because it gave him hope of one day meeting a girl that makes him feel like the main character. He loved the cliches in songs and poems. Beomgyu often took the lessons he learned from film and other forms of media in order to help friends sort through their dilemmas.

He had just never experienced a love that powerful before. Sure, he might have had a crush here and there, but he never took them seriously before. They would normally fade after a week or so.

This time was different.

"Gyu, what are you talking about? Why would you think that?" "Because I know nothing will happen! She's far too good for someone like me."

Kai and Yeonjun looked at each other with concern. What was going on in their friend's mind? How could he not see how amazing he was, both as a friend and as a partner for someone? Soobin looked at Taehyun, letting him take the lead to ease Beomgyu's concern. If Beomgyu had to listen to someone, it would be Taehyun. "Is this about y/n?" He asked outright. "Why would this have anything to do with her?!" Beomgyu was both impressed by his best friend's sleuthing skills but also terrified that his crush had been outed so easily. All the guys knew of you. You were constantly working with Beomgyu on class assignments, but they didn't know much about you other than that. Now, it was starting to come together. "I'm going to take that as a yes," Taehyun chuckled lightly.

All Beomgyu could do as a response was throw his head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan in frustration. It was then the concern on his friends' faces turned into smirks as they watched how red Beomgyu had turned in a matter of seconds. "Wait," Yeonjun called out. "Is y/n the one who works at the coffee shop?" "No, she is the one that Gyu is always meeting up with at the coffee shop," Kai proudly proclaimed. "So she's the one that he sits beside in their Poetry class?"

"Do we have to keep talking about her?" Beomgyu asked, a slight whine in his voice. His friend group was notorious for teasing one another, but he prayed this one time that they might spare him.

"Yes," the other four said in unison which caused Beomgyu to groan again. "Or at least we can conceive some sort of plan to help you," Taehyun offered.

This finally peaked Beomgyu's interest. Slowly, Beomgyu sat up correctly with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm listening," he muttered. He would be lying if he said his stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of getting an inch closer to breaking the barrier from friends to lovers.

"Here's what is going to happen," Taehyun began.

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Everything was set into place. There is no way Beomgyu could mess this up. But to make sure it all went according to plan, the four others had situated themselves at the opposite end of the cafe. To everyone, it looked like they were just four studious guys trying to finish their degrees.

Yet, Beomgyu couldn't help but look over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being too obvious. It didn't help when he made eye contact with them, they all shot him a thumbs-up. I hate them.

You weren't a predictable person. You had your moments were you craved to be around other people, surrounded by loud noises and flashing lights. He knew Fridays would be a guarantee of catching you out of frat row. But he didn't want to make a move where you might forget about it.

There were times though during the week you'd like to retreat to your dorm and ignore the world. You valued your alone time, which shocked him as he got to know you. There was hardly ever a time you said no to someone. Unless you had a study or a paper due.

The one consistency in your life was your love for an iced coffee and blueberry muffin. It was something that helped motivate you to study, but also something that could heal your soul.

Today was one of those days where you could use a little tender, love and care.

To be fair, Beomgyu hated Taehyun's plan. It involved you getting let down. You were such a considerate person, so Beomgyu hated anytime you felt betrayed. Yet, he knew Taehyun wasn't doing this maliciously. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Beomgyu to swoop in as if being your knight in shining armor. Still. Beomgyu hated the fucking plan.

Taehyun had texted you saying you wanted to do something special for Beomgyu's birthday next month. Of course, you said yes. You knew all the guys, and would do anything for any one of them. Especially Beomgyu. He had become such a prominent role in your life that you actually felt honored that to be included in the planning of his special day. Taehyun then said he would meet you at the coffee shop at 6:30pm, after his evening lecture.

However, he sent you a text at 6:31 saying that he had planned everything already so there was no need to meet up. Truthfully, you loved getting the opportunity to make someone's day special, whether it be a big or small occasion. You felt hurt that not only did Taehyun take full control, but that he decided to cancel last minute. What was the point in texting you in the first place then if he was just going to turn around and do it all on his own?

Cue Beomgyu.

I hate you, Taehyun.

His heart was shattering as he saw the sight of you. Your head was down as you seemed to be focused on writing down either notes or even poetry lines, a habit you picked up from the class. He could still tell you were upset by the way you were hunched over.

The coffee shop you two frequented never announced customer names, just their orders. Your stomach grumbled when you heard someone had ordered your usual. Lucky bastard.

You would write a few words in your notebook, but then quickly cross it out in black ink. Nothing was working out, nothing made sense.

"Maybe this could help?"

The voice that spoke out to you caused your heart to race. Could I just be hearing things? You looked up slowly, not wanting to get your hopes up too much. Yet, you couldn't deny the smile that curled onto your face.

Beomgyu stood in front of you, one coffee cup close to him but the other gently being placed in front of you. "BVC" was written on the cup, a blueberry vanilla chai. The order previously called out made you seethe with slight jealousy. You had no idea Beomgyu would even be here.

"My knight in shining armor!"

Beomgyu chuckled as he went to shrug off his jacket. He placed it on the back of the chair in front of you. It made you smile a bit wider, cheeks beginning to ache, as you realized he was actually staying.

However, what took you by surprise was the way he didn't pull back the black metal chair. Instead, he slid in next to you in the booth portion of the table. Your eyes widened slightly, a pink hue coating your cheeks. No matter how hard you wanted to conceal it, Beomgyu noticed and boy, did it make his ego soar. There were always murmurs, mainly from the four guys, that you could like him. He always denied it, but the slight confidence was now making him lean into the theory.

"How did you even know I would be here?" You asked softly. "Please, y/n. This is your favorite place to go after classes, especially when it has been raining off and on all day. You aren't ready to go home quite yet because you are a cliche who loves rainy days. You wanted to be somewhere you could get work done but also get lost watching the rain."

It was a lie. A little white lie. Maybe one day he would confess to the crime he was committing, but right now, he just couldn't get over the shimmer in your arms. Did he actually make you that happy.

You couldn't confide the truth in Beomgyu why you were here. Not when his surprise birthday party was on the line. All you could do for now was nod your head in confirmation.

"Well, it's definitely better now that you are here." "Oh really? Tell me, sweet girl. How can I make this evening even better? Or is having me right where you want me enough?"

The pep talk from Yeonjun was paying off. The words were falling off of Beomgyu's lips with ease now.

You were staring at him at shock. This wasn't the Beomgyu you knew. The guy who could trip either over his words long forgotten. This was a new man who knew his next response before you could say anything.

There was no doubt that you had feelings for Beomgyu. He made you feel the cliche butterflies you read about in romance novels. He gave you hope that maybe the authors weren't just exaggerating when they described love as making you warm and fuzzy because Beomgyu made you feel that way daily.

Yet, he was your best friend. You never wanted to jeopardize that by the rush of emotions you felt. To be honest, you were confessed at first the only reason why you thought of Beomgyu romantically was because he was the first guy to give you validation rather than just attention. He treated you kindly without expecting something in return. Unless you ate his last snack. You thought it was something you'd grow over time.

However, here you two were. You were sitting in the booth, staring at each other. The music, the conversations of people around you faded out. All you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.

The only thing that brought you back to reality was the feeling of his arm wrapping around your shoulders. His free hand resting on the table, but fingertips strategically placed close enough to brush yours. Does he fucking know I like him?

"Because let's be honest here. We both have been trip-toeing around the idea of us. I don't know about you, y/n, but I'm tired. I want to play a different game."

Your head tilted slightly, confused what he could mean by game. Beomgyu honestly was a intriguing man, so you naturally were inclined to learn more.

"I'm tired of competing with other guys to try to get you to see I could be the one for you. I want to be the only one. Why don't you give me a chance to prove it to you, once and for all?" "And you think a blueberry vanilla chai could win me over just like that?"

Now it was Beomgyu's turn to become fluster. His eyes widened as he retreated a bit, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Was he being too presumptious? Did he say too much?

There was the Beomgyu you knew.

Before he could over a rush of apologizes, you giggled. His mouth that was opened quickly closed. Your hand now rested on top of his, squeezing his hands comfortingly.

"There's nothing I would love more, Gyu. Why don't you pick me up for dinner tomorrow night? Something proper because right now, I really don't want to leave our favorite spot."

His arm slightly tightened around you, pulling you in closer. His heart couldn't settle just once as he realized this was actually happening. And that his best friends were actually right for once.

"Sounds like a date," he whispered.

His lips were pressed gently against your forehead, but he quickly pulled back once he heard cheers erupting from the other side of the cafe. His eyes widened as he didn't even have to look over to know what who was behind the interruption.

Yet, you didn't. You raised an eyebrow and glanced over your shoulder, staying close to Beomgyu. His fingers caressed your shoulder, almost as if he was trying to keep himself grounded rather than going over to yell at his four friends.

His four friends who were right all along, and were celebrating their victory by whistling and clapping for the two of you. Which caused everyone else at the cafe to look over in direction.

You blushed again, not expecting all the attention. Your face buried into Beomgyu's neck as you erupting into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at you endearingly.

Thanks, guys. Seriously.

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 —> 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 —> 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 —> 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐂. 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐂. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂. 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 —> 𝐣𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐩𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 —> 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. ➽───────────────❥ ⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

This is such chaos

Especially if you match their energy; specifically Beomgyu's

You, gyu and Jun are so loud and chaotic together I just know Soobin sometimes gets a headache

But it's funny cause he's also the one fondly and lovingly staring at y'all even if he complains

"aigo, so noisy.." as if Soobin is actually annoyed 🙄

Just kiss him n he's all smiles and shy

He'd never change it for the world tho; having y'all being loud and laughing together is weirdly not only entertaining

But also a sense of comfort: home.

He'd never wish for it to be different even if it does cause him headaches lol

Boy is just whipped as hell dudes 🤷🏻‍♀️

They are ALWAYS bickering; bg n yj

Yj will full on palm on bg's head and push hard bc why TF does he keep pulling his beanie down, covering yjs eyes?

Then bg wants to complain to one of yous

"soobinnie!!!! Yeonjunie hit me!! Put him in time out!!!>:(" and that cute little pout

Like...what do you want us to do about that?

"babyyyy!!! Junnie-hyung said he wanted to break up with me!!!>:( finish him!!!!" with a cute little pout and you're like ????? No?? wha????

He just told bg to stop tugging on his hair ??? Hello??😭

Yeonjun def remembers everyone's likes, dislikes, especially in food, snacks n drinks

He remembers y'all's favorite meals, drink orders and snacks

He KNOWS what to put on all of your guys plate and never gets it wrong, he js cares enough to know hey! let's not put mushrooms on y/ns and bgs plate !

So hopelessly in love idk dudes

Tom & Jerry: yk & bg

Bg sulks and pouts and gets grumpy when y'all eat without him

This boy just really wants to spend time with his lovers and eating together, having fun and talking or watching sum

Quality time is def Beomgyu's main love language

Gift giving & acts of service for Yeonjun

Quality time & acts of service (physical affection maybe?) for Sooby boobie

The princess treatment in this relationship is real dude

Like....Bro's will tie your shoes for you, buy you n e/o stuff all the time too

"hey, you like these, right, y/n?"

Ex; yj getting bg gummies he always eats without hesitation and then suggested to get every flavor

"I got you three something, go look in your bags, loves."

And it's matching onsies

My melody for bg, pompompurin for yj, pochacco for Soobin and you're prob hello kitty or kuromi

And yj's ears are bright red he's so bashful but is glad you guys liked it

Y'all wear them every night for bed now

Yj is the one spending the most money in this relationship tho, the running joke is he's your guy's little personal sugar daddy lol

It's cause he wants to spoil you guys tho

All of you's do more than enough for him already so there's no need to stress (that's what he says anyways.)

Beomgyu loves testing y'all's patience but dw he'll make it up with smothering wet kisses !!!

He's giggling while you're fuming cause he's so annoying 😭

But it's worth it, loving him, I mean

He prefers to be more private with physical affection so not a lot of pda for yall

Js wants the moments to be between you two four only n for no one else to see or try n judge

Soobinnie loves doing this thing where he sneaks his cold hands underneath your shirt and keep them there while giggling and nuzzling his nose in your neck/shoulder

While you're fighting for your life against his cold hands, mind you 🧍🏻‍♀️

Soobin and yeonjun cook mostly, together usually too

If you get hurt they are soooo concerned and worried but caring and gentle and so loving

Bitches will squeeze and smother the sadness and hurt out of ya

left one is hot beomgyu and the right one is right one is cute beomgyu ahhh 😖😆

Boyfriend material beomgyu 🐻😆

totally unlabeled kisses

➞ pairing: best friend!beomgyu x f!reader

➞ synopsis: in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

➞ genre: fluff, comedy, b2l

➞ notes: i just realized how much im going to exhaust this trope on the blog, with the event + my other big fic...oooh, there's going to be some repetition here. by the time i'm done, won't be able to write anything b2l related. request + request.

★ the playlist .

taglist: @boba-beom , 700 event masterlist!

Questions you've grown to be annoyingly accustomed to at some point in your life: "What college are you going to?" — that one was a pain for a few months, "When are you getting married?" — this one’s going to be a pain for a few decades, "Is it that time of the month again?" — you sorta learn to filter this question out of your head.

Questions you haven't built tolerance for: "Are you guys together?"

It's ten times more aggravating when it’s always, always about the same person. Y'know, none other than the annoying, but to his credit, somewhat funny, and sorta loveable goofball that is Choi Beomgyu.

Each time, you'd say a similarly repetitive response: "No, we're just friends." Which is exactly what it was. Beomgyu is your best friend. Has been your best friend— for, like, forever.

Starting right from the torturous tween stage that was middle school, to now, it's the question that followed you both to the hells of earth. The era of awkward bowlcuts and invisaligns that fooled no one have been long behind you, yet it seemed that the theory you and Beomgyu were secretly together never passed. Ever.

Sure, you get it, it's the childhood friends to marriage descend that gets everyone swooning, but that was totally not you and Beomgyu.

Even after what happened two months ago. You decided to lean a little too close that day, and somehow, your lips captured his, at a house party, in god knows whose closet. You’re not sure why you went for it—you liked to blame the drinking game you played a little before this, or the darkness of the closet, or the way his breathing was magnified to your ears, how it synced with yours. You don’t even remember how you got in the closet with him.

What you do remember is how the kiss was a little hesitant and trying, tongue testing the waters before Beomgyu decided on his own to tilt his head at an angle, turning the chaste kiss into a little more. 

You liked it.

You liked how his lips were soft, yet the slight roughness of the kiss had you forgetting it was Choi fucking Beomgyu you had your arms around—the boy you’ve seen pick his boogers more times than you’d like to count. His rather large hands cupped your cheeks, still kissing you like his life depended on it.

You call it the Closet incident. 

…There were lots of repeats of the Closet incident.

On top of a kitchen counter, in front of your flat’s entrance, in the hallway of Beomgyu’s dormitory, on the couch, in a movie theater as your unknowing friends sat a seat in front of you focused on the gore scene, in Beomgyu’s rusted, mario kart that he calls a car. But obviously, no feelings involved. Obviously.

"Can you make me look good this time?"

You scoff incredulously. "I always make you look good."

It’s a Friday and Beomgyu came over to your place to pick you up for your friend dates, like usual. Which consisted of going to the mall, then a trip to the local movie theater, and finally getting your favorite frozen yogurt. His go-to flavor being red velvet, and yours good ol’ chocolate mint. You never hear the end of it from Beomgyu.

"I have something to ask by the way." Beomgyu throws his head back on the couch, staring up at you. He’s situated on the floor, between your legs as you braid his hair. What? It’s therapeutic.

“You know how Heeseung asked you if you were dating anyone yesterday?”

“Turn your head to the left, Gyu.” you mutter, eyes narrowing as you focus on his hair, taking the braiding pretty seriously. “And yeah? What about it?”

He doesn’t budge, arms lazily crossed. “Why’d you tell him no?”

Your fingers stop the braid, blinking a few times down at Beomgyu. “Because…I’m not dating anyone.”

He naively blinks a few times, still staring up at you, before cracking a weirdly conflicted smile, as if he got to his senses. Then he turns his head to the left like you asked him to earlier, “Oh, yeah, I mean… yeah.”

You manage to give him a quick smile back, albeit a little stiff, as you refocus your attention on his hair again. But it’s near damn impossible, thoughts as to what Beomgyu was trying to imply clouding your head too much for proper focus.

What’d he want you to say? You weren’t dating anyone, Beomgyu knew, you knew, everyone knew. But he was still confused in those three seconds, as if that wasn’t true. And that had your head in a jumble. 

It wasn’t like this was the only thing he’s done or said that had you questioning what he felt about you was a little more than platonic. 

Like, yesterday as an example, when Beomgyu showed up by your side, presumably out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around your waist when Heeseung approached you.

Or the time you were playing truth or dare and Taehyun asked him if he liked anyone that was in the room, and you swear he found your eyes for a few seconds before smiling and downing his drink— choosing to leave the question unanswered, the rest groaning of how he was no fun.

You’re reading too much into things…right? 

It’s all you’ve been thinking about at the time of your slumber. And it made the occasional, random makeout sessions that much more impactful. Your finger lingering on your lip, starstruck after just a single peck from Beomgyu, as if you were a middle schooler who just got her first kiss.

“What do you think?”

He looks at himself through his phone’s camera at every possible angle, a genuine smile creeping up his face, “It’s so cute, I love it.” When he practically jumps on you, you fall to a laying position, and laugh. He resembled a puppy. “I told you you should be a hairstylist.”

The proximity of his face near yours doesn’t faze you—or you at least hope it looks like that. You quirk a brow, “Since when?”

He taps his index finger on his temple, “Telepathy. I tell you everyday through telepathy.”

Surprisingly, that gets you to snort, broken completely out of your previous reverie— he was ridiculous. 

“I like it so much I want to kiss you.”

He’s quick to follow through, landing a silly peck on your lips. You know it didn’t even look that good, but he still managed to make you feel like you gave him the hairstyle of the century. Which had no business making your heartbeat just a tinge faster. Oh, it’s bad for you.

You adjust your position by attempting to sit up straight. He catches that, a confused smile as he gets off you. You purse your lips, the awkward silence not a bother as you think of ways you could put all your confusion the past few weeks into one simple sentence. 

“Beomgyu, do you… like me?”

You can tell that by the sudden question, he’s taken back, the corner of his lips falling. Before he does his habit again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, a hesitant grin plastered on his face. “I mean, isn’t it a little obvious?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh no, no it wasn’t …obvious!” It wasn’t! Beomgyu was naturally a romantic, how would you catch that he was serious?

He raises his brows. “What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?”

You think over it for a second. “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.”

“Busted.” he puts up his hands as mock retreat, then sighs, “But for reason. This isn’t how I thought this…would go. But, yeah…I do like you. In the gross romantic way. Maybe L-word you too. I don’t know, I just know that my heart dumbly wholeheartedly believes that you’re my soulmate. For whatever reason.”

You feel your mouth dry, looking up at Beomgyu, your movement still. “Since when?”

Beomgyu chews down on his bottom lip, hesitating before he quietly says, “Since you got me the cookie and cream ice cream sandwich as an apology for saying my ex-girlfriend was butt ugly.”

It’s so comically specific yet it’s still funny how you immediately say, “Seventh grade.” Because you also remember, you very clearly remember the day Beomgyu had bawled his eyes out, because he just got dumped, and your attempt of trying to comfort him by saying he had awful taste. Turns out, people don’t like being told that their ex wasn’t good looking fresh out of the relationship. 

The fury you felt at the sight of seeing Beomgyu so sad could’ve been explained by just the fact that you were extremely close friends, but you’re now left wondering if you also liked him a little back then.

“I like you too.”

Beomgyu huffs out a laugh through his nose, shaking his head, “You don’t have to say that just because I said it. I don’t cry over rejections anymore.” 

Your eyes wander down to his lips for a split second. Then to the man in front of you, his loose fitted signature flannel so…Beomgyu. His quirky styled hair, so fitting on him. No matter how much he matured, his features undeniably handsome, he was still the boy you proudly call a best friend. Your best friend. “No, I like you. In the gross romantic way.”

You’re more sure now in comparison to seven years ago. 

He falls silent, staring at you before he lets out a quiet, “Oh.”

You sit there, playing with your hands as you wait for Beomgyu to say something a little more than that. You’re not sure what’s going through his head, you often feel like, even after knowing him for so long, you don’t know what happens in there. At all.

You’re caught off guard when you feel Beomgyu’s familiar lips on yours, but quickly linger against them, letting him take a hold of you, as he was above you again. 

You feel his smile break into the kiss and you stop for a moment. "Are we a couple now?" he asks, barely a whisper. You nod.

"We swore to everyone this would never happen." You swore to yourself that you didn’t like Beomgyu ‘like that’. Always so sure, so sure that he was nothing but a friend. 

Everyone saw it but you. How idiotic did you look?

"Exactly. We're never going to hear the end of it. But..."

"But... it's worth it?" you finish his sentence.

You like the way his eyes glint under the dim light of your living room. You like the curve of the ends of his lips, the way they create the cutest, most adorable whisker dimples. He lays his forehead on yours. "Like, thirty thousand times worth it."

"People usually say a million..." you tease with a tilt of your head.

His breath fans against your skin before smiling and leaning his head in for another kiss. He catches you by surprise again, but this time you’re a little more prepared, your arms quickly finding their way, hanging off your freshly new boyfriend slash best friend for life’s shoulder. But then he pulls away.

Way too fast. "That was to shut you up for being a smartass." You're slightly left out of breath, your chest softly rising and falling as you look at him confused.

“And this…” He kisses the tip of your nose, “Is for not turning down Heeseung yesterday and making me stupidly, ridiculously sulky."

You catch onto what he’s doing, giggling, but still ask "What are you doing, idiot?" 

He doesn't stop, still as smiley as ever. He kisses the temple of your cheek, "This is for all the years I've chased after your oblivious ass."

Your other cheek, "This is for…”

Suddenly, he peppers kisses all over your face and your giggles turn into full on laughter the more he kisses all over your skin— it's ticklish. When he stops and it's silent you feel the energy shift. You ask the pending question with a whisper, "And what was that for?"

Silence overtakes him as he stares down at you, a faint smile on his face.

"For all the decades I'll spend loving you."

notes: reblogging [the little sign by the heart button] helps push this fic! it's the main thing that helps me out and its what tumblr's algorithm picks up on!! thoughts are appreciated, always ^^ ❤

Makes me mentally not ok 🙂😵🤤

This beongyu fancam 🤭😳

This other beomgyu fancam 🤭😩😵