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you better lock your phone - c.bg

♡ fem!beomgyu x fem!reader

♡ synopsis: liking your roommate has its pitfalls, especially when they are doing everything in their power to make you question their perception of you.

♡ warnings: 18+ so mdni. every member is a girl, if its not your cup of tea then do not read, kinda toxic!gyu (sigh), gyu uses she/they pronouns, slight angst, reader referred to with the pronoun 'they' but is also called 'good girl' and 'princess', degradation, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, gyu is a tease, slight impact play, + probably forgetting some srry!

♡ wc: 10.1k

♡ a/n: first fic on this acc after how many years of creating it? yea yikes. anyways thank you to my an's for the love and support around and outside of writing this fic. special thanks are in order for my beloved for proofreading/editing this passion project! love you all 3000. but always justice for junie ;/ - cassiopeia

“Bitch!? Are you out of your mind?!” words that may have held weight in a more serious tone bounced right off of shaggy layers, serving as a helmet for the brunette ‘bitch’ in question. You know that reacting this way was all but discouraging her impulsive antics; yet here you were, doubled over in laughter and disbelief in front of your roommate as she recounts her current conundrum, a scene the living room of your shared apartment was especially familiar with.

You start to catch your breath when you don't hear a response from them, worried for a split-second that you might have finally pissed them off. However, upon meeting her gaze, all you saw was your beloved roommate trying not to bust out laughing at their own nonsense. Give or take five seconds she’ll bounce back with something mind-numbing that will have you crying tears or deadpanning and turning in for the night.

“But the gag is, out of everything I said, thinking he’d finally shut the fuck up or leave me the fuck alone, he… he,” You eyed your roommate expectantly as she started to feign hyperventilating, “he… he said he thought I was straight!!” You entertain her with a gasp, the prospect obviously being too much to bear. I mean, real shit—it was kind of preposterous to make that assumption of the person sitting in front of you on the shared loveseat. As if to prove her point to someone who wasn’t in the know (aka not you), she stands and gestures to herself. You feel your heart thump with giddiness at the extra nature of her display.

“Tell me, right now… that I, Choi Beomgyu, look like a cishet, that I do—you’re laughing and I’m serious, you cunt!” She says through stifled laughter herself. She, who wears a cropped, baggy heather gray zip-up, distressed jeans sat just below the taper of her waist, chipped black polish adorning her filed fingernails, black smoky liner accentuating her soulful brown eyes, and a stupid ass cap she’s wearing backwards. Not-so-subtly checking out your roommate aside, she has a point but…

“I mean…” Beomgyu starts to look at you incredulously, “Here this bitch goes,” they huff as they walk away in jest. “I’m just saying! It's rude to make assumptions no matter how scathing, right?” you say half-heartedly. “I think it's rude that I must deal with narcissistic men seeking to fulfill their emo girlfriend fantasies,” okay, she’s actually getting a bit agitated now. Beomgyu had a talent for talking herself into a frenzy.

“I’m so tired of getting hit on by guys who never got past 2020’s alt TikTok. Why can't people just be ignorant in the way I need them to be?”

You pause to think, admittedly unsure of how to read Beomgyu at the moment. Your roommate never really vented about their frustrations in the romantic realm and given your current mental state you couldn’t help but draw blanks on how to address something that has clearly been weighing on them for a bit. Deciding to opt for something lighthearted, you pout a bit as you half-console your, now whining, friend. “Aww Beomgyu-ssi, don’t worry about them,” You draw in closer when she doesn’t shift from having her head in her hands, opting to snake your arms around her waist and look upwards at her. “I, however, can be real ignorant for you if you’d like,” you lay it on real thick, batting eyelashes, back rubs and all. You both took turns teasing each other and feigning disgust on the daily, so when Beomgyu didn’t immediately give you the latter reaction you justifiably froze. Instead, your roommate stiffened under your touch, giving you a mixed look of surprise and… something you couldn’t quite put your finger on at the given moment.

Though ever so consistent, they bounce back within a couple of seconds with a cough, laughing their initial reaction off with a “Yeah, like you’d be able to handle me for real, sweetcheeks,” she pinches your cheek emphatically, earning an annoyed whine before she walks off. You’re glad she couldn’t see the way your face heated up from the irritating pet name. “Anyways, that tired me out. Tldr; being hot and sexy sucks when you only wanna be perceived by a certain someone and not by men! Goodnight~!” Gyu lets the door slam behind them.

There is something really wrong with them.

Do not get the wrong idea! Living with Beomgyu has its perks, she aligned with your level of cleanliness, she brought in surprise takeout on the occasion, and in general pulled her weight where you didn’t. Was she excruciating at times? Yes, but not for the reasons the people who knew them would think. They liked to tease, bicker, and instigate for sure but it was all normally in good fun and lighthearted—that wasn’t where the problem lied.

No, the problem with living with Choi Beomgyu was doing so under the subtext of liking them past what was considered platonic. All previously mentioned Beomgyu-trademarked tendencies were fine on their own; however, combine the teasing, the flirting with a hopeless and blossoming crush, and the result is you banging your head repeatedly against your bedroom wall, as Kaia, bless her heart, tries to squeeze her hand in between the hard surface and the wall.

Since that seemingly adverse reaction to your teasing, the vibes in the apartment have been slightly off. It feels as though for the past few days, you are barely seeing Beomgyu, if at all. It would be a flat out lie to say it wasn’t affecting you negatively in any way. It really eats at you that you potentially did something to make Gyu uncomfortable, something that they didn’t feel they could even have a conversation with you about. You were also agonizing at the prospect of giving your feelings for them away so recklessly.

“Jesus, ____!! Let’s regroup please…” Soobin chimed in from where she sat comfortably on your rug, leaving her blue-haired underclassman to keep you from concussing yourself. You met Soobin and Kaia through Beomgyu a year back and have often studied together as a group since then. Now they were here to keep you from tweaking the fuck out about your fully realized crush on her.

“This is really so humbling, you know.”

“I can tell!” Soobin scoffs, a grin eating away at her faux annoyance. “Thanks as always for being such a comforting presence, Soobin.” You glare at her, but here’s little to no heat behind it. “Anyways,” the youngest attempts to actually recenter the focus of conversation, “I really don’t see what is so wrong about just having an honest conversation about your feelings with her?” Kaia looks over at you warily, like you’re a ticking time bomb.

Your head burns. It’s not like you haven’t thought of straight-up telling Beomgyu your feelings before. Time and time again, even months ago you thought of telling them how you felt, but your excuse at the time was that it was too early in your lease to potentially fuck up the living situation should she reject you. But now you both had a mere month and change to renew your lease, and the timeline you set for yourself is rapidly drawing to a close. Before you could get an inch worth of an excuse out, Soobin gives her two cents.

“I think this has been drawn out for far too long in my humble opinion.” Soobin rolls her eyes before meeting your glaring ones, “Like it’s actually becoming painful to watch…” You cross your arms, choosing to not interrupt this time. “You? Sure, I can see hopelessly-in-love idiot being in character… but Buh-Buh-Beomgyu!?”

You want to slap Soobin upside her big-ass head, but you take a moment to actually use your brain rather than immediately act upon your impulses. Character development!

“What do you mean ‘but Beomgyu’?”

Soobin pales as the realization dawns on her, meanwhile Kaia is shaking her on some, “Unnie! you talk too much, oh my god.”

This can’t mean what you think it means… There’s no way, right?

“Shit, whatever… Can y’all get some other friends to confide in? I really don’t know how I got in this…” flustered, she goes back to looking at the new array of skins for her LoL champions.

“____,” freshly dyed blue strands swayed as Kaia faced you once more. It takes her a few paces from where Soobin sat and she was now shaking you, much softer than she did the blonde.

“Listen. I know you’re worried about how your feelings for Beomgyu-unnie will affect your relationship going forward… but I’m positive that should you just have a candid conversation with them, it can’t get weird—at least not weirder than this. They’ll get over whatever this is that they’re on real quick, trust me.”

You can’t help but overthink the whole situation, things seemed to have devolved so quickly it was overwhelming. You were tripping over your words in all the various hypothetical routes that your brain concocted. It was just too much, you wanted to pull your hair out.

“Shit…” you averted your eyes from Kaia as you felt them start to burn; hot with a sudden onslaught of tears.

“Oh, shit,” you could faintly hear Soobin’s voice over the sound of your sniffles. You try to wipe the tears as they come out, to no avail as they start to stream down your puffy cheeks. When Kaia pulls you into a soft hug you let out your first sob, gripping onto her sweater for dear life. You almost don’t register the distant slam of a door if it isn’t for Soobin, “God, that fucking idiot…” she hisses as she lightly caresses your hiccupping shoulders.

That night, sleep comes the easiest it has in a while. You thank the much overdue crying session had sandwiched between Soobin and Kaia for effectively exhausting you.

You feel as if the next morning you wake up a pound lighter, tension leaving your body. The rest heals not all, but some wounds, and you hope a good breakfast will save you for the time being.

Before walking out your room completely, you listen for any movement coming from any other place in the apartment. Yes, Kaia did say to just talk to Beomgyu, but you had no desire to do so at nine in the morning.

After confirming the coast was indeed clear, you walked leisurely to the kitchen to figure out fixing up something to eat. Fortunately, not much thinking needed to be done because a mere five paces out of the bedroom you were greeted with a sweet smell and a paper bag sitting in front of the microwave.

You look around you, triple checking that there’s no one else in the apartment before scurrying over to the source of the wafting scent.

“Oh?” you peer into the bag to see your typical order from the diner you and Beomgyu frequent, a to-go box of waffles topped with whipped cream and fruit. The top was slightly ajar so that the heat wouldn’t melt the whipped cream as quickly, something that you would typically do yourself when ordering to bring back home.

You feel your heart swell at the gesture, especially upon reading the note inside. On the post-it note there was a scrawled “roomie ♡”, solidifying the fact that Beomgyu indeed did leave the sweet treat for you.

“They must’ve just left,” you mumble to yourself as you read the timestamp for the pick-up order. Looking back down at your phone, you remembered that your roommate would be at work for the better part of the day. How convenient. You sigh as you take the treat to the living room, settling down on the coffee table. You think to yourself, ‘at least this gives me time to think about what I’m going to say…’ Wasting no more time, you scarf down your breakfast all while hoping that Beomgyu would stop avoiding you like the plague after this peace offering.

Usually, Beomgyu would come home on Sundays before 10:00 p.m. following her closing shift at the record store. So, when it’s approaching 12:00 a.m. and your roommate is nowhere to be seen, alarm bells start to ring. You first texted them closer to 10:15 when you didn’t get the normal “omw back!! ><” message from them to check in. When you texted them again to only get crickets as a response, your gut felt heavy with dread.

You call them several times, only to be sent straight to voicemail several times. You check the life360, just for user bamgyuuu to be greyed out on the map. You call Soobin and Kaia, both of whom apologetically remarked that they couldn’t reach them either. It is pretty safe to say you were freaking the fuck out. You had half a mind to call the authorities once your bleary eyes registered the time on your display: a bit past three in the morning. You resolved to stay swaddled up in a weighted blanket by the front door for now, body running cold as ever while you tried to keep your eyes pried open. Gaze trained on the chained door, you hope and wait anxiously for it to jostle, accompanied by a turn of the doorknob. You feel your body give into the throws of fatigue after hours of fighting it, bitten up nails relaxing their grip on the plush fabric wrapped around you.

When you finally come to, it is with an abrupt start. Your eyes snap open to the sound of the door straining against the security chain all but softly. Off sheer adrenaline, you jump up to your feet to see who the 6 am intruder was.

You let out a relieved sigh as you looked through the peephole of the door. Though turned around, you could see right away that it was your roommate who had just finally returned home. You quickly adjust your skewed tank top and shorts in a flawed attempt to look less discombobulated from Beomgyu’s unexpected absence.

Upon opening the door, you’re hit with a sight that leaves you breathless. Beomgyu stood, leaning their forearm against the doorframe, other hand running through their mussed layers. The sight should have put any normal person off immediately; cargos sitting below their navel, revealing the plaid of their boxers, belt unbuckled, converse beaten and dirtied up, sweat dripping down their jaw and onto their chest, clad in a Calvin Klein bra. Okay, um… maybe you can’t be too mad at them for dropping off the face of the earth so suddenly.

But the purpled skin and red markings trailing up their neck brought you back to earth quicker than a bucket of ice and the dubsmash application circa 2015. What the fuck? Now out of your freaked-out haze, you are hit with the wicked concoction of alcohol, b.o., and a sickeningly sweet perfume Gyu has never worn.

“Hey,” they mumble, voice hoarser than a motherfucker. Something nasty stirs inside you as they push past you and sway into the living room, and no, it's not sexy at all. You feel your head start to get hot as you worry your lip between your teeth, chest slowly heaving as you slam the door shut. Whoops, the neighbors will have to cope temporarily.

You start to stomp after them and when you find them in the kitchen, they are looking at you incredulously. The nerve.

“What’s got you in such a mood?” they chuckle, but you fail to siphon any humor from it.

“You’re joking right?” You pose the question to them but their expression is unwavering. You scoff, “Where the fuck have you been, first of all… Second of all, why didn’t you have half a mind to let anybody know of your whereabouts?? I called Soobin! I called Kaia… N-no one knew where you were… I-I almost called the cops before you showed up, and you know how I feel about the police!” Your eyes couldn’t help but dart back and forth between the various hickeys and scratches she made no effort to hide either, it all made you even more irrationally angry. Maybe rationally angry after the next phrase leaves Beomgyu’s mouth.

“Since when do you care about my ‘whereabouts’, huh? You do realize we are both capable adults, right? I’m not a kid and you’re not my mom.”

Huh? You truly couldn’t believe your ears right now, mouth opening, closing then opening to finally speak again.

“What are you even saying to me right now Beomgyu? Why the fuck do you think I made you get on the stupid life360? For you to go on airplane mode when you are god-knows-where at 2 a.m.?”

“Hah, the fuck ever. Did you ever stop to think maybe I was, I don’t know, having fun? Trying to forget about all the excess noise in my life right now? Like God, I didn’t ask you to worry yourself sick for no damn reason… Don’t make this my problem.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, fingernails biting the cheeks of your palms. Was this the same roommate that you could always joke so lightheartedly with, the one that brought you your favorite takeout to cheer you up because she overheard you sobbing? Was this the same Choi Beomgyu your heart ached for? It felt as though you were a bell, head ringing incessantly as the dangling clapper tolled from temple to temple. Beomgyu was the bell-ringer, and it seemed as if her goal was to make your head toll so fervently, that the people down the street could hear the commotion clear as day. She didn’t have to try much harder to be successful, if that’s the case.

“I really can’t grasp the bullshit you’ve been on lately, but you know what? I'm glad having a random bitch suck you into next Tuesday and leaving you looking a goddamn mess is fulfilling for you Beomgyu.”

They scoff at the venom lacing your words before meeting your eyes again with raised brows, “Sure, y’know what I think? Maybe if you let someone suck you into next Tuesday, you wouldn’t be all clenched up on my dick right now.”

“Hah, oh right. Thanks for sharing your rich insight Choi Beomgyu, maybe I’ll have to consider taking your advice since it has you so chipper. It’s refreshing to see you show so much consideration for the people closest to you. Because fuck it if someone who actually cares about you wants to know that you’re safe, right?”

You can’t even see anything through the rage and hot tears, vision blurred as you storm past Beomgyu. Without much thought or consideration, you grab a decently sizable bag and start ransacking your dresser, hands trembling as you drag out enough clothes to last you a week and then some. Clothes and essentials thrown haphazardly into the bag, you run through the apartment to get your shoes on, not sparing a glance at your roommate who stood unmoved from their spot in the kitchen with a lip worried between their teeth. You stride through the front door without a word, the weighted blanket left as a reminder of the night’s toils. You hiccup as you make your way down the stairs of the walk-up, quivering fingers scrolling to the ‘favorite-d’ contacts section before finding just the person you need. You hit the dial and wait eagerly hoping there will be an answer despite the time of day. You hold your breath, surely by the third ring there won’t be an answer. You jump when the ringing ceases suddenly.

“Taeri?”

“That’s so shitty dude, I’m sorry that happened.” You’ve spent the last 20 or so minutes since you’ve arrived in your co-worker’s apartment recounting through sniffles what had you at her doorstep in the first place. All the while, Kang Taeri managed to look the most apologetic you’ve seen her, I mean, it was kind of hard to show any ounce empathy in the workplace when a 30-something was screaming at you for using the wrong ratio of almond milk to non-dairy creamer in their caffeinated beverage, but I digress.

“This is the same roommate who you’ve been telling me about on our gym runs, yeah? The one you have a crush on?”

You just nod, wiping your irritated eyes before picking at your nails again.

“Well, in my opinion,” She sighs before pushing her bangs out of her face, “You had the right to be upset, I mean, god forbid something did happen to them, you would’ve had no way of knowing? I can’t really put myself in their shoes seeing as I can’t understand the thought process there…”

“I just—” You cut yourself off to take a deep breath inwards, “I wish I didn’t blow up at them the way I did but, Tae, I couldn’t help it… I mean they have the bodily autonomy and right to sleep and fuck around with whoever they want obviously but I just…It really felt like a punch to the gut.” You meet Taeri’s round eyes that seemingly encourage you to go on before fiddling with your hair and continuing.

“It's like, y’know I came off a little strong earlier in the week and I get that, I feel really bad about it even because it clearly made her uncomfortable… I guess just seeing her like that made me more angry because—I don’t even know… Jealousy is a real disease.” You rub at your face in frustration, regretful of the way your emotions came over you earlier.

“Well, listen… It’s done now, and I can understand why you feel the way you do, even if it blew up more than intended, I’ll have to talk to Junie briefly but I’m sure she’d agree that you can stay as long as you need to—oh good morning Unnie!” Your head snaps quickly behind you, spotting Taeri’s roommate, ginger hair in a messy braid, eyes holding a tender expression behind her specs. You manage a timid wave and a “sorry for the noise”.

Junie just waves your apology off as she draws closer, she offers the glass of water in her other hand to you, which you timidly accept.

“No need, I was up already anyways.” She hesitates, but continues, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I’m sorry you had to experience that… Beomgyu responding like that was so unnecessary.” You feel your face warm up a bit as the girl is getting heated on your behalf. “But, yea I won’t—um, Taeri is right, you can stay as long as you need, I don’t mind at all!” Junie rubs your knee soothingly, erasing any leftover doubt in your mind.

“Thank you guys, really. I'm sorry aga—ow!” You're interrupted by Taeri smacking your shoulder, mumbling for you to stop with the incessant apologies and Junie giggling with a “Yah yah yah, easy Taeri!”

You roll your eyes with a slight grin, “you know what? I'm not sorry actually!” Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

For the past few days you’ve been at the TaeJun residence, balancing conflicting emotions and work shifts (with Taeri’s support), while avoiding interactions with Soobin and Kaia about the fallout days prior. You’d be lying if you said that you were feeling too much better about the situation but the combined efforts of Junie and Taeri, your mood hasn’t been completely sullied.

Currently you were stepping inside the apartment, returning with some groceries. Junie insisted that you didn’t need to “repay” them back for their extended hospitality, whereas Taeri wasn’t necessarily going to turn down free groceries. You shuck your shoes off by the door before bringing the two reusable bags of food into the kitchen. In your periphery you could identify Junie in front of the sink, scrubbing away at some dishes humming a tune she had stuck in her head for the past couple of days. After letting the totes rest on the counter, Junie seemed to fully register your presence and with a quick look over her shoulder and a smile that could make the straightest girl’s cheeks warm.

“Hi lovely” the soft lilt in her tone sends goosebumps up your arms, flustering you so that you fumble the bag of tangerines you were currently attempting to store in the fridge. It's hard to not be moved by Junie’s effortless charms, and you know that's not an original experience by any means. In the few times you’ve hung out with Junie, most of which were at functions, many were pulled by the magnetizing force of the girl. She didn’t make blatant moves to specifically pull anyone either, there was just this inexplicable pull that Choi Junie had on everyone that saw her regardless of gender.

That being said, she was far from oblivious to the effects of her effortless charms, and it’s definitely evident seeing as she’s giggling at your expense at the moment. You look away from the source of the laughter as you place the fruit in the fridge. Hopefully she wouldn’t make a comment on your reddening ears. You side-step avoiding eye contact as you search for other perishables that need to go in the fridge. You pick up the sound of the tap going off and almost jump out of your skin when you see Junie standing next to you, now reaching in the other tote filled with groceries.

“What?” she stifles another giggle at your bewildered look, “It’s the least I could do! It's really sweet of you to go out of your own pocket to buy groceries, even after I offered to pay.” Junie’s lips curl downwards in a pout, plush lips pink with faux disdain. “I don’t appreciate you blocking me though, you know, in case you were wondering.”

You grin a bit at the sight, “Well I know you well enough to know that you were gonna send me the money even if I objected—sooooo, I’m afraid you're banned from my Apple Pay for the time being.”

After putting away the mango nectar you notice that there is a general silence from the left of you. Not necessarily a comfortable one either. Junie is still, a box of cashews held firmly in her palms, but she’s not paying any mind to them. Instead, she’s staring into space, lower lip protruding as she furrows her brow in contemplation. Being nothing but anxious, you briefly worry you’ve said or done something wrong: Overstaying your welcome? Blocking her kind gesture via Apple cash? Bought her least favorite type of nuts?

“Umm,” You snap your head to the girl and find Junie’s eyes nervously meeting yours. This is a bit uncharacteristic from what you know of her, but you don’t interrupt to question her.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way… but I-uh, think you’re cute.” She lets out a nervous chuckle before pushing her hair out of her face.

“I know you have your heart set on someone else—I would never dream of getting in the way of that—but I think you deserve to know that other people think, that I think you’re a catch.” She reaches out to grasp your wrist gently between her two palms. “What I’m working up towards saying is I’d love to take you out, whatever to make you feel at ease.”

Flustered was a word that could be used to describe your manner at that moment, but it solely scratched the surface of conflicting and confounding emotions stirring within the cauldron called your brain. It’s true, you needed a pick-me-up to further aid you in forgetting the mess you left behind in your apartment, and yes Choi Junie was a sight for sore eyes! But, you wondered what would Beomgyu th–

“I’ll take you up on that offer.” It was as if your mouth ran instinctually upon the thought of your roommate. Fuck that, who cares what she thinks about who you go out with? They made it clear that they didn't care for your opinion on their escapades, so why should you care about their opinion on yours?

That sentiment was easy enough to adopt you suppose, but yet again you were hit with a whiplash effect of emotions as the nerves of going out with a gorgeous girl hit you all at once. You haven't really dated much since you started liking Beomgyu, so in a sense you felt like a fish out of water. And on top of that, Choi Junie was asking you out? The current reality makes your stomach hurt.

“Oh?” She blinks at you in disbelief before relaxing slightly with a chuckle. “Honestly, I wasn't expecting that but uh… Awesome! But now you’re looking at me like I’m gonna bite you,” she quirks her brow in concern, “What's the matter, love?”

There was something about Junie’s aura that just made you not want to lie to her and instead tell not just the truth, but the whole truth. As embarrassing as it was, she had you subconsciously doing just that.

“I haven’t haven't been on a date or with someone in the almost 2 years since I've liked Gyu… so I’m…” Your words gradually got quieter and quieter until no further words or sounds were audible. Junie just lets out that melodic giggle of hers as she steps into your space a bit more and rests her forearms atop your shoulders. You feel your stomach flip at the gesture and the look she has in her eyes.

“Oh babe, you don’t need to be nervous with me. I promise I’ll show you a good time.” She gave you a smooth wink, raising a hand to trail a finger under your jaw before pulling away entirely with a low chuckle. If you shivered that was your business and your business alone.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” The gulp you just took in was borderline comical and you can tell It amuses the girl before you.

“Lovely. Let's do… tomorrow, after your shift?” You simply nod, as you could barely formulate coherent sentences at the present moment.

After putting the rest of the groceries away, you scurried off to Taeri’s room to search for an outfit from your duffel that was date-worthy. After pillaging through the rather small selection of your best contenders you groaned, resigned at the fact that none were quite fit for a night out. You could maybe ask Taeri to borrow something from her wardrobe, but the idea loses intrigue almost as soon as it is thought as her pieces weren’t quite what you had in mind. Your mind was set on a specific skirt and strappy top, which of course was sitting pretty in your dresser back home.

You know logically Junie is not some stranger, but you still wanted to make a good impression visually (and maybe you wanted to feel hot too)! You wanted to pull your hair out. Having no date-appropriate clothing combos on you meant that you had to go back home. Now, you had to go back to the apartment at some point, but you made a mental point of cutting contact with Beomgyu for as long as humanly possible. Mentally having to gear yourself up to face the demilitarized zone of your walkup apartment was not something you would have ever envisioned for your time as Beomgyu’s roommate but we move, I guess.

“FUCK.” You scream into the spare pillow Junie let you borrow for your stay here and hope it doesn’t alarm anyone inside or outside of the TaeJun residence.

“I guess it would be nice to be reacquainted with my heated blanket for a night…” You groan, the statement was pretty noncommittal in its delivery, but here’s to silver linings? You call Taeri, quickly letting her know of your (possibly temporary) departure from their apartment.

“Okay, but if I need to show up with my metal bat just hit my line again.” She says casually through a stifled yawn, her dose of free caffeine from the café was most definitely wearing off at this time. It was about 4:00 pm and due to the lovely construct of daylight savings, it was well on its way to being pitch black outside.

“I should probably head out before it gets any darker…” You sigh as you finally put an end to your stalling. You fold up your week-and-change worth of clothes and your toiletries back into your duffel, before zipping up your cold weather coat. You promptly make your way downstairs to give Junie a red-faced hug and murmur a bashful thank you leaving her smirking and waving at your swift departure. Women who know their effect on people uuuuughhhhhgh.

The ride back home unfortunately is very brief, so with as many side streets as you can afford to go down with the amount of gas left in your tank, you’re back at your address in an unfortunate 15 minutes. Walking up, you try to formulate possible first things to say to Beomgyu. From apologetic to vindictive, you ran through numerous permutations of conversation starters, greetings if you will. All the pre-planning stays outside the door you enter through though, as after sliding your shoes off you are immediately greeted by a bewildered Beomgyu, rushing down the stairs to find the source of the familiar noise of the creaky front door slam.

The aforementioned girl looks around frantically only to meet your gaze with eyes wider than saucers. The brown porcelain like irises bore into your own with warmth you wanted to be hesitant to receive. She runs up to you with an unrestrained relief before quickly reeling it in from just a few feet away. Something flutters inside you—and it’s almost gnarly how nearly all the neuroses escape you past the point of seeing your darling roommate desperate, almost, distressed in your absence. That's something to unpack in solitude. You avert your eyes from her persistent ones, a wave of shame envelopes you. Was your unannounced departure partnered with going completely off the grid for over a week a bit excessive? The state of your walking will to live had you questioning just that.

A throat clearing brings you out of your solemn reverie, and back to the present moment, where you finally take in the clearly fatigued state of Choi Beomgyu. Eyelids puffy and dark, nose rubbed red and raw, hair mussed beyond a night’s rest. Their skin looks paler than the snow threatening to render the streets to complete slush. God. A heated coil tightens around your spine on the verge of completely singing it hot with the shame of your previous actions.

“Welcome home,” they force a tight lipped smile that pulls the coil impossibly tighter. You decide a staring contest with the floor is your best bet to not start bawling in front of your roommate.

“Thanks,” you whisper with a nod, starting to walk past them. You could tell that something was hanging on the tip of their tongue, but you really needed a minute to decompress and shed the layers of shame and clothes from your body. You walk briskly up to your room to do just that and preemptively dry your eyes. You manage a shower and order in some tikka masala without running into Beomgyu, you don't manage to dream without running into Beomgyu, but you do manage to leave early for work without running into Beomgyu.

Your shift is remarkable unremarkable until, Taeri’s arrival jolts you awake with the reminder that you literally have a date with her hot roommate later. You blink at the realization dawning on you and dazedly wave to Taeri as she clocks in.

She chuckles, “What’s got you in such a state?” She pauses before fixing her expression in concern, “Did something happen after you got in?” You immediately assure her of the opposite. “No! I mean, They were home but we didn’t really speak much at all… sorry I forgot to text you. I’m just feeling really conflicted.” She raises an inquisitive brow as she dons her apron as you fix up to continue.

“I–well… I may have set up a date with your roommate for later today.”

“Oh?! And how do you feel about that?”

“And I think I’m feeling guilty about going completely no contact with Beomgyu because I literally almost sobbed my eyes out looking at them yesterday and the thought of going on a date with someone that’s not her like out of spite is fucking with me–”

Taeri brings a cup of tap water from the sink to your lips to stop the stream of words from flowing momentarily. You take a few sips before it starts to flow yet again.

“...and I know she’ll show me a good time but I'm still feeling so bad.”

Taeri nods, processing the absolute word soup that just came pouring out of you,.

“Well, I think it’s totally reasonable that you’re feeling conflicted, seeing as your feelings would probably take a lot more than one week to just vanish.” You nod, chewing nervously at your lips.

“But, that being said…I think you really, like,—desperately need to unwind. And if Beomgyu’s not gonna be the one to help you do that then…just maybe one night out with Junie can help with that.” You nod solemnly. “But, that’s just me though!” She says with her hands up as she walks away to fulfill a pickup order.

On your collective break, Taeri reminds you that, maybe, taking your phone off airplane mode would be good! The onslaught of delayed notifications startles both of you, and it’s made clear quickly that Taeri was not aware of the extent of you cutting yourself off from the outside world. She shakes you really hard because “That's the type of shit that gets people on the first 48.” Fair. Deserved, honestly.

Taeri’s scolding only resolidifies what is now fact in your mind that maybe the extent of your actions to avoid anything surrounding Beomgyu and y’all’s apartment was a bit excessive. On the drive home, you make sure to return the SooKaia residence’s missed calls with much an apology—enduring the extent of Soobin's berating because again, “You pretty much died!” in their eyes. After apologies were exchanged on behalf of the blonde by Kaia, you manage to start chatting about life since the initial incident at your apartment and how you somehow landed a date with Junie—and the call goes quiet. Soobin is the first of the roommates to speak after what was effectively a bombshell dropping on them.

“Does Beomgyu know?”

The dreaded question that had your ears ringing seemed to echo in the sedan as you pulled into the driveway.

“Does Beomgyu need to know?” You say with a bit more venom than desired.

“No… I suppose not…”

“Good, Soobin. because I’m tired of thinking of Beomgyu in a romantic context if nothing realistically is going to come from it.” You sigh as you turn the key and stop the ignition. “I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“No, it’s okay, really. I shouldn’t have asked.” Soobin quickly assures you. Kaia chimes in. “Well, we are both glad you aren’t dead in a ditch and are very much alive operating heavy machinery.” Everyone laughs as the atmosphere lifts. Classic Kaia moment.

“Well again, I’m really sorry for scaring you guys and I will update you about this date situation as it unfolds.”

The two of them express their well wishes before the line goes silent and you head upstairs into the apartment.

You immediately run up to the bathroom to wash the toils of the work day and the numerous doubts for the date planned for later off and down the drain before scurrying to pick out your outfit for the said date. After rifling through your mess of a closet, you found yourself in a bell-sleeved corset top and a tight mini skirt. Not the most comfortable, but not many outfits for a queer club tend to look the part. But hey, when you apply the last bit of brown lip liner and clear gloss, the whole look just might be your best one yet! If you put on a matching set under the whole ensemble that was your business and your business alone. Looking at the time, you had a comfortable 15 minutes to spare before you should start heading to the bus stop. You pack your purse with the essentials and head downstairs towards the kitchen. It would probably be a good idea to eat before ingesting an embarrassing amount of liquor.

But before you could even get to the cupboards to sift through the pantry, the sight of Beomgyu restocking the pantry stops you in your tracks. Clearly your presence was also a shock because upon laying eyes on you, a case of yakult tumbles straight from their grip and onto their head.

“Fuck!” They yell and you instinctively rush over in your wedges to inspect the possible head injury

“Oh my god?! Are you okay? shit do you need an ice pack? Let me–” A bout of wholehearted laughter racks through Beomgyu, making you ease up.

“I’m fine, it was just a 6 pack, I’ll live.” Her eyes open to observe the close proximity of the two of you and her expression becomes unreadable as she takes in your whole look. You feel a lick of shame branding you hot to the touch, as your body is the target of her scrutiny.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” She half-laughs and it sends a faint shudder through you.

“On a date.” you say as nonchalantly as possible, bending over to pick up the case of yakult like you couldn't feel the rising intent behind her words. You feel her eyes on you as you slowly get up and it makes you uneasy. Where the fuck was this coming from? Her jaw fixes. “Oh.”

You look around awkwardly as you fiddled with the 6-pack. What the fuck is with the energy in the room right now. Does she care or something? Time was kinda of the essence so now you really needed to know. However, If SooKaia’s real ominous questions were anything other than delusion fodder, you really might just melt into a puddle unceremoniously. An undignified way to go but screw it, this isn’t going to go anywhere without direct communication.

“Okay hey so, what’s with that response?” You laugh with a quirked brow but really you are words away from getting sick all over your dolled up figure. She doesn’t seem too amused in return though, giving you another once-over while adjusting a concerningly firm grip on the counter behind them.

“You never dress like this. Like ever.” You double take at their hoarse tone and blatant disregard of your question.

“Come again? What’s the problem exactly?” You quip back incredulously. They meet your eyes and this time the fire in them puts yours to shame and you feel your palms start to sweat under their gaze.

“The problem?” They scoff, “The problem is that it’s seconds from driving me batshit insane.” They step closer, and you instinctively back up. “You disappear for a week with no word, come back, and now you’re dressed up to leave again for some random like shit is sweet?” The slight rise in their tone seemed to infuriate you more than intimidate you as you fire back at them.

“I beg your fucking pardon? I can dress however I want for whoever I damn please. I don’t know if you know this, but I am not a kid. How I carry myself should not concern you.” The last thing you had planned on your to-do list was a screaming match with your roommate but when life gives you lemons, right?

“Well it does!”

“Why does it, Beomgyu?!”

“Because I want to be the one that you dress up for?”

Your heart stops. The kitchen is silent for a few beats. You muster up a response in a shaky, uncertain voice. “What are you saying to me right now?”

Beomgyu is pacing now, rubbing their face in what reads as frustration and groans.

“Fuck, I guess I’m doing this now.”

Your heart felt like it was fucking palpitating as she pivoted towards you and walked within arm’s reach. When she grabbed your hand you jumped a bit, but the shift of visible anxiety in their visage made everything still momentarily.

“Wh–”

“I really…” They pick at the skin on their lip with their canines before taking a deep breath.

“I am really fucking devastatingly in love with you.” Her voice is thick with pent-up emotion. They continue before you even have a second to process their confession. “I-I know I’ve been a dick and just in general have had a real backwards way of showing it but I am, okay? I have been for ages, I didn’t want to fuck up what we had going on here already and I couldnt stand the idea of making you uncomfortable or not having you in my—”

“Can I kiss you?”

They blink as their spiraling is cut short. Tears cresting the smoky liner along your bottom lid, you cradle their cheek after they give you a relieved, “Please” in response.

Your lips meet in a desperate press of slightly chapped clashing with sticky, sweet gloss. Your mind is suddenly flooded and actively reels with all the wants and desires you’ve had filed away for so long, previously deemed as improbable, now coming alive against you. When Beomgyu's hands grip your waist, your body involuntarily jolts. You can barely register their lips turning upwards into a slight smirk against yours before they grip you even harder. You gasp, breaking away to hide your warming cheeks in the crook of their neck. Their chuckle racks through you something dangerous, it’s simultaneously the most devastating and most dreamy sound to grace your ears. They hook a finger under your chin with an endeared expression.

“Sensitive, princess?”

Yeah. You might just have to melt into that aforementioned puddle.“I-” They raise an expectant brow, obviously humored by your dwindling composure. “I’m not super—um… experienced so. I don’t really know what I’m doing…”

“Oh?” Gyu backs up slightly, keeping you in their grasp. Their expression relaxed “We can take it slow—I mean! If you wanted to do this at all, that is. Your call.” Now it was your turn to be endeared.

“Gyu, don’t doubt for a second that I like you too. Fuck, want you even.”

Their eyes seem to glitter for a second. “You…do?” You nod. She grins, a sliver of confidence resurfacing. “You want me?”

“I have wanted you for the longest.”

“Fuck,” a heated sigh leaves your lips at the contact of her tongue meeting your neck, “you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Beomgyu just smirks against you, the sight of which sends a shiver down your back.

“You love it, don’t front baby.” You did. That much was true, if the way your thighs were subconsciously rubbing against each other was anything to go by.

“Wanted to have you like this for me for so long,” she punctuates the end of her sentence with a harsh nip to the juncture of your neck, ripping a gasp from your bitten lips.

“R-Really?” you can’t help but lean deeper into Gyu’s hold as their touches increase in fervor.

“Mhmm,” They hum against your collarbone, before releasing the skin there with a pop. “Let me make it up to you, pretty?” They look up at you, eyes hooded and pupils blown. Desperation sits, burning hot on their swollen lips.

“Only if you want.”

You know Beomgyu is only asking out of necessity for verbal consent because the pleased look on her face let you know loud and clear that your body had already made its needs evident.

“Yes,” you mumble.

“What’s that baby?” She leans up to your ear as she poses the question, lightly toying with the lettuce hem of your top. She’s teasing you,. Something you should’ve expected to carry over into the bedroom given Gyu’s typical behavior. But instead of eliciting a reaction of pure annoyance, a hot rush of need runs under your skin as you whine. Beomgyu’s gaze is trained on your every move, eyes rapt as they wait for you to respond.

“Make it up to me, Beomgyu,” you keen, finally meeting their gaze again. She groans at the needy sound and swiftly shifts you off her lap, pinning you flat on her duvet.

“See,” they muse, “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” Their hands venture up your sides with a grin that makes you want to kiss them silly. “No…”

You huff lightly when she chuckles at your indignant response, “you’re so irritating, god…”

“Hmmm?”

Your breath stops when her fingers begin to pull your shirt upwards, relaxing slightly when she lets the hem rest just below your tits.

“I think you like it when the girls who fuck you are a little irritating though, hmm?” Gyu says that so matter-of-factly, you had nothing to quip back with. The verbal acknowledgment of what was going to happen next was making your core clench with anticipation.

“Thought so!” they chime. You roll your eyes before pulling them back to eye level and into a heated kiss. Beomgyu hums against your lips, sliding their hand under your rucked up shirt to lay on your breast. When they break away momentarily, you don’t realize you’re frowning until they let out an all-too-fond giggle, “Can I take your top off baby?”

The moment is so sweet you can’t help but smile at your new lover, nodding your head before giving them a quick “yes.”

They plant a few quick kisses across your face, making you giggle. Soon enough, they returned to leaving more languid ones along the sensitive column of your neck, your thighs instinctively closing around their waist. They grasp the fabric stretched around your tits and with a quickness, it’s pulled over your head and thrown off their bed.

“Shit,” she breathes out heavily upon seeing the lace cupping your tits.

“Can’t believe I almost let some random see this,” her hands trace the intricate pattern before letting them softly caress the underside of your chest.

You let out a pleased sigh, leaning further into Beomgyu’s palms. “Glad it was you instead,” you gasp at the feeling of her pinching your nipples through the fabric. Meeting Gyu’s eyes, you can see them fail at holding back a smile through the lip they were biting.

“I’m sure baby, you’re making the prettiest sounds for me and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can feel the heat behind Beomgyu’s gaze, that combined with the teasing pace they were setting made you dizzy.

“Gyu,” you whine as she’s still fondling your tits, “Please… don’t you want to see if I'm matching?” Your roommate raises her brow at your provocation, but it seems to have the desired effect as she goes to trail her hands lower to your skirt.

You unwrap your legs from their waist as they start to unzip your skirt. Upon removing it, they groan, smoothing their palms around your hips. You were, in fact, matching.

“God, you are gonna be the death of me,” they chuckle, stunned to be actually seeing your body in such an intimate setting. Eyes trailing down the curves of your torso, Beomgyu gasps softly as their eyes take in the faintly darker patch of fabric peeking out between your thighs. She curses before spreading your thighs apart, jaw slack amid seeing the drenched lace atop your core.

You try to shy away from their eyes and grasp, but in response they just pull you closer and their assertion makes you fall weak in their hands.

“Please let me finger you, pretty,” the slur of their words is dizzying but you give them the green light, bucking slightly into their calloused hands. Shucking off their sweater, you feel your mouth water at the sight of their arms, lightly toned muscles stretching over their head. You resolve to get your lips all over them once Gyu was through with you. The thought was cut deliciously short as they pin your hips firmly onto the mattress with one hand and graze your clothed pussy with the other.

“Shit, you’re soaked baby” her words have you keening. You grab for her teasing hand and place it flat against your core, looking into her eyes as you grind against the heel of her palm. The friction from the movement has your eyes rolling back into your skull, until a sharp hit to your outer thigh halts your movements with a small yelp.

“So naughty, baby” she tsks and you avoid her heated gaze, only for her to grab your chin to forcibly meet her eyes once more.

“Uh-uh, you’re going to look at me while I’m fucking you, pretty.”

Your breath leaves you momentarily as Beomgyu’s deft fingers effortlessly pull your panties to the side and returns in the form of an airy moan as she slides her middle finger against your fluttering hole. You fight to keep your eyes from flitting shut at the satisfying slide, locking your pleading eyes with hers.

“That’s it baby,” she coos before pressing a finger into you, “Good girls get what they want.”

Your head falls back as their finger sinks up to the last knuckle, Beomgyu’s fingers were slightly thicker than your own and the difference in size had you clenching around her. She chuckled lowly at your scrunched up face, “Relax baby.”

You look down to glare at her, but there’s no real heat behind it, expression immediately softening upon the sensation of Gyu curling their finger ever so slightly against your gummy walls. “Shit,” she breathes in sharply as you gush around her from the slight stimulation, “There we go, sweet girl. Can you take another now?”

You nod, not trusting the integrity of your voice at the moment. Gyu just gives you a soft grin before pressing their lips against yours, humming against you.

You exhale softly, lips breaking apart as Beomgyu slides a second finger into you. A pleased hum escapes you as Gyu returns their affections to your splotchy neck, your fingers reflexively tangling in their hair.

Beomgyu started to withdraw their fingers from inside of you, stopping at the first knuckle, before swiftly thrusting them back in. Your eyes snap open as a choked moan forces its way from your slick lips.

Her pace is unrelenting, each thrust sending a tremor through your body and a jolt of pleasure deep within.

“Oh fuck!” a loud moan rips from your chest as her pace only builds, the lewd sounds coming from your pussy making your head spin. “Gyu! Nnnh—”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You let out a mewl as their fingers slip out of you, taking a beat to rub up your folds. Your hips cant upwards when you feel a firm tap to your clit, and you look up through teary eyes to see Beomgyu gazing at you with an expectant expression. “I asked you a question, pretty.”

She rubs your clit in slow circles, relishing in the way you writhe against her in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. When you answer, it’s through another pathetic whine, but anything to get her to stop teasing you.

“F-feels good, Gyu, fuuuuck…” You don’t realize your hands subconsciously try to encourage her movements until you feel a lack of stimuli from your aching clit. You let out a tortured sob as your thighs clench together in frustration, hands thrown up to cover your face as your chest shakes.

“What did I say baby?” She pauses to crawl over you slowly, as if she was on the prowl. Her eyes are so dark, a shudder rattles through you. Your eyes follow the languid movement of her tongue, licking her lips before flicking upwards to see the arch of her brows. She’s waiting for you to respond again. The back and forth with Beomgyu was agonizing, yes, but it turned you on far more than you were willing to admit. Not that you needed to verbally, anyways.

You open your mouth hiccupping through the fucked-out tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, “Good g-girls get what they want…” She coos at your response, and it's downright humiliating. God, you hated how it made you needier. “That’s right! My smart baby understands that so well,” Their expression drops seconds later.

“So why are they acting like a stupid little slut?”

Something hot flutters in your gut at the new name bestowed upon you. More tears roll down your face, “I’ll be good, I promise…please don’t stop,” you choke out.

Beomgyu’s face is unreadable for a split second, but they quickly snap out of it and let out a soft groan at your plight, snaking a hand to cradle your dampened cheek. Their thumb soothes your reddened flesh before pressing it onto your bottom lip.

“Fuck,” they stammer as you suck their finger into your mouth with zero hesitation or thought behind it. “Will you? Because I’m starting to realize that maybe you never needed me to fuck you like a good girl.” Your eyes flutter open as her hand makes its eager return to your dripping folds. “Shit, still so wet… You like me talking down to you like this, huh baby?” You have no time to answer before you’re cut off by a sudden stretch, three fingers now sliding inside you with reckless abandon. Your lips release their thumb with a ‘pop’ sound as your jaw slacks.

“Y-yes—Gyu! thank you, thank you, thank you,” you damn near wail as she finally gives you what you’ve been needing—to be absolutely ruined.

“Mmhm, that’s it. Take it.” Her, now free, hand trails from its previous spot on your jaw down to your throat before softly wrapping their fingers around the splotchy flesh. “Let this pretty pussy take what it needs, baby.” Gyu groans as the slide in and out of you gets sloppier. They lean down to take an exposed nipple into their mouth, relishing in the way you arch and squirm against them. You clench particularly hard around them after they curl their fingers just right, it has your thighs trembling. Gyu stares in awe.

“Shit, pussy’s squeezing me now, look at that,” she says softly as if you could shatter at any second. “Are you gonna cum for me? Hmm? Gonna show me how good this pussy feels, baby?” You can barely nod through the overwhelming stimulation.

“Gyuuu, gonna c-cum!”

“Cum then, doll.”

The wave of your climax crests and crashes, releasing in a gush, hot and sticky around Gyu’s fingers paired with a pent-up whine. Gyu stares in awe as she soothes her free hand along the outside of your thigh. “Baby,” they coo, “You made such a mess!” They giggle, and then pause for a second. Before you can react, they withdraw their fingers from inside of you. Your back seizes, eyes wide when you feel said fingers return, sliding back and forth across your clit, unrelenting.

“Gyu! I can’t—”

“You can do that again for me, yeah?” Their eyes were rapt, fixed on your quivering thighs and glistening cunt. The feeling overwhelms you again with a ferocity unmatched. Their fingers curl languidly in against the spot that does you in once more. “Fuck, I’m—!” Your hands scramble for purchase before gripping their sweaty forearms. “C’mon princess. Make a mess of my sheets.”

You whimper, trying and failing to withhold the scream that inevitably forces its way from between your lips as your climax splashes your thighs, Beomgyu’s fingers, and pants. “Atta girl, oh my god. You’re amazing,” Gyu soothes you, kissing you through your pleasure-induced tears and rubbing your quivering thighs.

You catch your breath and with eyes closed you mutter, “I’m cooked bro.” Beomgyu all-out guffaws beside you before scattering kisses across your tired visage once more. “I would reciprocate but I…” you make a noncommittal hand gesture that has Beomgyu chuckling again.

“It’s fine, another time.” You hum with a nod. It's comfortably silent for a while. You nearly drift to sleep before you hear Beomgyu speak again,

“You know, I wanted to take you on a date before fucking you dumb. I’m hoping you’ll still let me take you out?”

You peer at them through your left eye incredulously before busting out into laughter.

“Choi Beomgyu, I’m fucking tired of you!”

“Okay, well—!” The two of you laugh in a tangle of limbs and fabric and exchanged kisses for a solid while. It's something you could definitely get used to. So what if there was something really wrong with them? Maybe there was something wrong with you too.

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