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run2seob · 6 months

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hand kisses

requested head cannons(?) — enjoy ~\(≧▽≦)/~ masterlist

SOOBIN

he would love hand kisses soo much

make him cookies? hand gets a smooch!

you beat him in a game? aggressive hand kiss!

and since you're so used to it, it may seem like the romantic part of it has faltered or left over time

but you still get the same butterflies whenever he mumbles anything against your hand

because he's big on affirming you about things too

bunny is always trying to make you smile :(

you could come into his room sulking and his automatic go to is small intimacy

the way the temperature rises in between you in every word that leaves his mouth is something he could think about for years

the second he mumbles an "i love you" into your hand

those three words brightened your day immediately, and only because they were spoken to you with the most tender voice and doe eyes looking up at you

or because you've fallen so hard that anything he says you take to heart

ahem ahem hence how you fall in love with him more everyday

YEONJUN

this man is so brave or nerdy when it comes to love

there's no inbetween for him??

he's infatuated to the max and either is

a.) dumb in love with all letters capital

b.) dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you

but i'm a nerd lover soo.. of course i'll write about dumb in love junnie

you're the only person he's loved as much as he does. the only person he views in a romantic sense.

so how could he mess this up?

deefffinitely pinned for years

and when he holds you close, your hand in his grasp

he softly pecks your hand and smiles cheekily because he thinks it's embarrassing that his cheeks are growing red

but you're dumb in love too, so you think it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

BEOMGYU

this is my option b boy

dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you?? what is that i see? the name beomgyu?

beomgyu with the best friends to lovers trope is my area so let me lose my voice advocating for this

after endless blind dates with guys who you never find to treat you right, all beomgyu can be is selfish

i mean, if someone you pinned over for years was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting their hair and looking stunning was in your line of sight...

i would be selfish too 🤷‍♀️

and what could he do?

he was set on believing you only set the title as a friend for him

if he had an imaginary red name tag, it would say "friend" in permanent marker just to set him straight

all his flirting attempts (holding eye contact while talking and miserably attempting to wink) went unnoticed or horribly wrong

between you two, there were never any talks about going anything further than just friends

you had noticed how his jacket always found it's way over your shoulders in winter, sure, but is that it?

was he going to take you out to dinner and kiss you under the low-lit lantern above your front door?

the answer: yes. but with how slow you're moving, you wouldn't find that out for a while.

your mind only thought about him as you reached the blind date

only about his touch and voice as you sat alone, waiting

waiting for.. a bit too long.

beomgyu, having turned your location on out of jealousy protection just had a hench to come to your date

what if this date went well? what if he lost his chance forever?

beomgyu probably ran all the red lights just to meet you ><

and was it worth it? yes. because you finally were with someone you loved

TAEHYUN

kang taehyun and intimacy.

i'm an advocate for beom's f2l yeah sure... but taehyun.

pink haired taehyun is forever my favorite because the stylist read my thoughts and gave me the look i wanted

old love.

i mean past marriage and past the "oh i'm so in love" stage

i mean sitting down at a couch with hung up portraits of you two on the walls

i mean scars on your hands from when you were young, hugging each other so tight that your nails dug into the other's skin

neither of you noticed though, both too happy to see each other

youthful love isn't something you two speak about in past tense

you talk a lot about your love, about the two of you and all circulating you

from your old friend's favorite drink being out of stock to a little kid complimenting your hair

it's not the same feeling as when talking with a best friend, but a feeling of caring and understanding

each word that flows off your tongue you know will reach the other's ears

sitting on the couch, fingers tied into his, you couldn't help but reminisce on the love of your teenage years.

you hadn't known taehyun too well, only falling for him from afar

it had been illegal to fall for taehyun, your friend already having an infatuation with him

but if you knew it was a plan for them to set you up with taehyun, it would've spared you oh so much trouble.

sneaking out after curfew for pecks even though you were allowed to date him now and nobody was watching

kisses peppered over each other's faces shown in bright red lipstick (none of you wore it, but who doesn't like putting on a show)

you swore to every year you've been in love with kang taehyun, to every second you grew older

that when he snuck a kiss on your hand and whispered the same words he did in your teenage years

you would never fall in love with anyone but him.

HYUKA

kai's first kisses but he's shy >__<

do you know how in some k-dramas, bullies will lead someone on and lean in for a kiss

and then take a photo?

the anticipation would rise and fall similarly

... hyuka would never bully you. don't get me wrong... i just think that he would lead you to think you're about to kiss and then panic so much that he contemplates running away

like.. seriously contemplates it.

you two have yet to make anything official, instead resorting to taking it slow with agreements from both ends

obviously you were okay with this because you didn't want to force kai into anything he wasn't prepared for

but you were over ready

this was your fifth date, and you finally got to go to the arcade you've been longing to go with

well, not quite. you're not a fan of loud and flashy places

still, you've wanted to go to this arcade with hyuka bad. you wanted to watch his smile grow and his eyes focus on a game he's never played before so he can laugh about it

(and infect you with his laugh which- psst. is what gave you the idea to come)

hands clinging onto kai's sleeve, you walked behind him. the confidence you feigned while presenting the idea was now far lost in your mind

flashing colors surrounded you, but hyuka's smile was bright enough to distract you.

"omo, y/n! look!" he called, pointing to the snorlax claw machine (that you both knew would be rigged)

when has that ever stopped anyone?

the answer should be every time.

or at least this time.

because the thirty minutes and thirty months of money you spent on one singular claw machine flew past like that

"i'll go get more points!" kai shouted over the speakers, running to do as he said.

his little jog made you blush, distracted as you realized you hit the "drop" button

oh?

when the accident makes the claw machine finally pick up a snorlax plushie, how can you be mad?

how could you be mad when kai smiled so brightly at you when you informed him?

and when with that happiness, you were led to the position with his hands on your waist

how one thing led to another, you aren't sure

you weren't sure when he would kiss you back, either

it was honestly awkward. your eyes were closed as you simply waited for a kiss.

waiting for a kiss?? waiting... again??

finally opening your eyes, you feel a peck on your hand, and your eyes widened further than intended.

even without moving your hand, you saw hyuka hiding his shy giggles behind the snorlax plush.

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run2seob · 5 months

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txt with a mexican s/o

p: ot5 txt x mexican!reader g: fluff, bullet pointed head cannons w: written in spanglish notes — no soy mexicana , así q corríjame porfa ㅠㅠ request :: masterlist

SOOBIN

este conejito-

take him to the zoo y mira lo q hace: go straight to the bunnies

he's in his habitat jajaj

it would be so fun

peroo...

después de eso solo lo llamas conejito y no tiene ni idea

"conejito ven aquí!" cuando quiero un besito

or if you're tired y deprived of cuddles "conejitoo~"

you say it todos los días pero él todavía no sabe lo que significa

cuando el te preguntas, you'll be so surprised.. jaw para abajo y todo

"you didn't know..?"

"no :(" con la expression adorable

how could you not be absolutely in love cuando se ve así?

"conejito es un bunny" and you boop his nose afterwards

q lindo T0T

YEONJUN

he's so excited to meet your parents ><

you've been dating paraa... 2 años?

where it's not pushing "ey cásate conmigo" but you're still clingy and in love como las telenovelas

cuando llegues, he'll be smiling so wide :(

como el modismo "smiling ear to ear", he's doing just that

his teeth are shining through and it's so cutee

as soon as you step inside, your parents are attached to him

"ah sir-" "llámame papi" (o papa)

ai he's so happy afterwards, *especially* when the food comes out

ojalá q he doesn't get a stomachache from cuantos tamales que comio

he's smiling the entire time 😭😭

su amorcito

BEOMGYU

un mexicano at heart

si pones en un cuarto mid festival he'll fit right in

y sii, el no sabes NI español (save: hola y si)

pero if the times he's repeatedly yelling "sii!" whenever he's happy doesn't say enough that's he's trying

(or maybe that the chaos is so loud that even beomgyu puedes entenderlo)

then the fact that he's talking to your little cousins should prove it

"vas a casarte con yn?" (and yeah it's nosy.. but i mean can you blame them for asking? you two look way too cute together with your hand guiding him everywhere and smile being one he can easily find)

"i hope so."

TAEHYUN

he's always using pet names on you i'm heavy on thiss

"mi alma, what's wrong?" whenever you're crying

and he says it with such a soft tone q te recuerda a casa

his hands would come up to cup your cheeks softly, moving away your worries and your tears in one movement

he wouldn't kiss you just yet, as he wants permission

but you can see in his eyes, even without his lips against your face or lips how much he loves you

"mi amor.. you can tell me anything"

HE'S SO SWEET WITH IT (get me someone like taehyun if you can. please.

truly someone to court you just with two words. or one.

el es un magician

KAI

kai y amor joven >>>

lt's say you met… middle school? older or younger no se, es tu imaginación 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

anYWAYS

everybody is opening clubs in whatever year it is he's walking around with his overalls, his hair bouncing in each step because he's just so excited to promote robotics club

pero nadien really focuses on robotics… but he loves it a lot

y tu también, and when two people are the only two in a club.. 😻

jaja pero let's just say that the language barrier messed you up a lott so you only talked through code and making each other things through code

un corazón, por ejemple

y cuando you got separated and met again YEARSS later

you can finally show him the heart you never got to show him before and grow your budding love again

notes — i'm not sure if i'll make a full english vers. but lmk ^^

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run2seob · 6 months

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bf!beomgyu texts

p: bf!soobin x gn!reader g: fluff, established relationship, smau w: playful bullying, failed attempt at crack :: requested / masterlist

a/n: i only now realized you said "one of them"... i'll spoil you with more later i promise 🙏

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run2seob · 4 months

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⌕ "in your hallway" in which yn finds themself constantly drawn back to yeonjun whenever sad, and he with open arms in the same hallway

PAIRS ▸ bsf!yeonjun x reader GENRE ▸ short one-shot, fluff, hurt/comfort (v slight angst @ the start) WORDCOUNT ▸ 0.98k WARNINGS ▸ reader is sad :(

AUTHOR'S NOTE — "so terrified of the road that takes you, me too." ｡♪ ₊˚

Moping, you drag your feet up the apartment’s staircase. Honestly, you wish to simply melt into each ascending metal step. If it hadn’t brought consequences, you would sit down and stop walking- give into the urging temptations to rest. After such a stressful day, you’d hope to think you deserve it, anyway. No matter how much you try distracting your mind, all you can think about is the misfortunes of your day.

On each step, the disgusting texture of your wet socks rubbed against your soles. If you asked for a reminder of just how unlucky you are, you’d receive one. And even in your unsettling silence, the reminders still pop up in your head. Your hand, still burning from scraping it against the rough concrete, swings against your side. Honestly, you’re afraid to look at it. Afraid to look at your state. If you hadn’t trusted yourself, avoiding mirrors and reflections to be at slightest peace, who could you?

But the answer is an easy one, because the dripping blood on your hand so easily accepts the coolness of Yeonjun’s doorknob. Room 201, the place where you can rest.

Immediately, your shoulders relaxed. The mere thought of Yeonjun made your body rest. Memories of his arms enveloping you, no matter what situation, made you smile. Sure, your body’s energy is giving out. Furthermore, your forehead would be doing you a favor if it didn’t turn red, your head clashing against the door. But his door is always open.

There hadn’t been a time where Yeonjun didn’t open his door to you, and the record swears to end when eternity does.

Soon, you hear words flowing out one’s mouth at a cascading rhythm. Words spoken softly; you were quick to recognize the culprit. Yeonjun lives with himself and the air surrounding him, but both treat you so well. Nothing could engulf your tears the way the artificial breeze could. Similarly, nothing could compare to intertwined limbs with no sign of pulling apart due to the freezing air. Winter was bitter, but Yeonjun was your warmth.

“Yn?” he called against the wood between you, the words reaching you despite the barricade, “I’m gonna open the door, okay?”

His warning was taken with caution, your head departing from the barricade as it opened slowly. It happened in a similar motion to your eyes, becoming doe once Yeonjun entered more of your vision. In any state, he was beautiful. You couldn’t deny that, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to.

His hair was far from made, sticking up in all directions. Though, that brought you immense comfort. You trusted Yeonjun with seeing you in your worst states: snotty-nosed and with red eyes. The opposite applied, the boy in front of you standing with a puffy face, indicating he slept late or that his tears kept his eyes open. It was never one-sided, your friendship. Comfort emerged from both sides, never just one.

Seeing Yeonjun in a state of worry of pain never unsettled you but reminded you of all of it. All of his words he speaks into your hair; all of his imperfections, all of the glances you two have shared that exceed any line of sole “comfort”. His pain was one you wanted to experience together. One you wanted to hold your hand against and share.

A magnet, he was. His skin stuck to yours when it came into reach, but you made no effort to pull away. Arms wrapped snugly around his neck, you melted into him. Into the way his hands imprinted carnations into your back and soul. The little bottle containing the mark of your mortality would have Yeonjun’s name on it, his breath in it, and his touch around it. But you didn’t mind. His arms were always open for you, and you would never mind.

“Wait,” you mutter into his shoulder, reluctantly pulling away, “Can we go to your room?” And your question is a regular one. In any situation, it would make sense. Well, save some. Nonetheless, Yeonjun smiles widely upon hearing those words. It was common- every time you wanted to cuddle; you’d ask to go to his room. But the task was never carried out, yet you still tried.

Shoes wet and muddy, you find the reminder’s attempts to lower your mood futile. You step on the back of your heel, slipping off your shoe in the process. Your socks were removed soon after, the wet texture against your feet bringing you discomfort. You didn’t care much. Besides, nothing could remove the comfort Yeonjun brought to you.

As you walk to the hallway leading into Yeonjun’s room, you stop. In the spot you always do. Just three years ago, your soles set their first marking into the planks of the hallway. And eight years ago, when you first stopped in the hallway of Yeonjun’s parent’s house, standing next to the photograph of Yeonjun and you graduating from primary school.

You wore a dress, and he wore a display of his theft- his crime of stealing your heart ten times over.

The photo frame hadn’t grown dust yet, it was new at the time. It wasn’t a frame with the fresh look of day or a week, but the accustomed warmth of a month. You never stopped to reminisce on the many photographs that laid in front of Yeonjun’s door, solely glazing your eyes over them before heading into his room.

But on the winter day where your tears laid as snowflakes against your cheeks, the memories were soft enough to linger over your tears without breaking you. Yeonjun, too, lingered. When he moved into his apartment, he remained. And now, he remains with his hand on your hip, pulling you into an embrace- the feeling of everything overwhelming you.

But you didn’t mind. Your body easily accepts Yeonjun’s touch. Yeonjun, the place where you can rest.

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run2seob · 8 months

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bf soobin texts

p:: bf!soobin x gn!reader g:: fluff, established relationship, smau w:: playful bullying, failed attempt at crack masterlist

a/n: i keep stalling so i don't have to post the other wips </3 also my phone is currently broken so thank fake phone apps for laptop

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run2seob · 6 months

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your word's melody

pairing: bf!taehyun x gn!reader genre: fluff, drabble, established relationship wordcount: ~130 warning: none other than bad dialogue loll :: requested / masterlist

minds working telepathically, both you and taehyun couldn’t prolong the wordless eye contact, crushing the other in an embrace. the words left unspoken on your tongue show through your fingertips tracing the mole on his arm, absorbing every portion of him. “yn,” his voice reaches through the midst of the fog, striking your heart. it should be illegal to be this in love– even when you believe your infatuation has reached it’s peak, it pushes past all walls. if your love were tangible, it would be amorphous– forever changing. in the present, you can only savor the feeling of his words– hot breath contrasting against your scalp. winter is bitter, but with taehyun, all is tender. from the tingling feeling in your heart to the proximity, you’re full of warmth. “i love you.”

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run2seob · 8 months

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dove among crows

genre: drabble, thoughts, no dialogue, fluff pairing: taehyun x gn!reader w: mentions of being an anti-romantic (?) pining wordcount: 273 masterlist

kang taehyun added a title to himself when he entered your life: first love.

the feelings of your heart practically rubbing against your ribcage on each beat when your skin comes in contact with his, your hands sweaty when a conversation starts, or even the thoughts that rush through you as you play with the hem of your shirt when you speak to taehyun are all new to you. to say you were an anti-romantic before meeting him is an understatement.

english was never a class you paid attention to, idioms stumping you, but you could easily say this this boy flipped your life around. rants about how you would never love left your lips easily and constantly. whenever the topic love was mentioned, your friends were wary of their distance towards you, hoping you don't butt in and rant about how useless it could be. to be honest, you weren't fully against it, the reactions you got just brought you amusement. still, repeating the same argument will make your brain believe it true.

taehyun changed your life in more ways than one. the way love was displayed on media always irked you, but you found yourself doing the same when talking of taehyun. idioms, for example, were something you began using a lot more. how could you not, though? he was a dove among crows, your eyes always directing towards him in any situation.

frosh week was pressuring, sure, but that was forgotten when the white dove fluttered its wings into your view. if that were not the moment your life changed- for the better or worse, you aren't sure which is. meeting your first love is a big moment; you just have to experience it to tell.

a/n!: i haven't written in five months (and properly posted it) what. actually what. also the grammar mistakes oml

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run2seob · 1 year

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cotton hoodie

— PAIRING: bf!beomgyu x gn!reader

— GENRE: fluff, established relationship,

— WARNINGS: playful kisses, close proximity (?)

synopsis: on a chilly day, you decide to share warmth with your boyfriend, beomgyu, by using a single hoodie. (w.c - 1.6k)

masterlist

the clouds hovering over the sky seemed as if they were on fire in contrast to the cold blue of the winter's horizon. light drizzling soon muted the sound of all of your thoughts, bringing them to an end. the comforting, almost sensual atmosphere filled the area. that hadn't lasted for long, though, as the reappearing thoughts had arrived once again.

realizing that you've been alone since the morning; you decide to wander elsewhere. if only you could have the entire day to yourself, letting your mind roam in an open field full of soft, grey-shaven grass.

like a jet operating on auto-pilot, you find yourself nearing beomgyu's room. the familiar sight of the boy you've grown to love and care for soon brought a smile to your face, his presence alleviating the chaos within you.

goosebumps trailed up your spine when you stepped foot in the room, yet he slept without care on his gaming chair as if the temperature didn't affect him. the sight of his head leaning back, relying on the chair's headrest for support, filled you with a comforting feeling.

usually, when sitting with no silence filling the area, your mind resorts to overthinking, but this time, your mind is solely focused on the boy in front of you. silence enveloping you, beomgyu’s beauty stood out more than at any other time. his hair brushed against his face in such a soothing manner, and his lips were painted a blush pink. though you could go on for hours on end admiring him, you opted for staying quiet just by being beside him.

it took you a while until you realized that you had lost focus. snapping of your reverie when hearing beomgyu stirring in his sleep. your shadow projected onto his skin as you hovered over him, checking if he’s woken up.

you didn't expect him to be awake. in fact, it was quite surprising that he woke up instead of drifting back asleep after his nap. rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, beomgyu glanced up into your direction to soon realize how cold you were. noticing how shivers racked through your body, beomgyu lightly touched nearby fabrics in order to find a soft one to throw over you.

"are you cold?" he asked, his voice groggy from the tiredness he felt. he'd already known the answer, nonetheless, he decided to ask anyway. "yes," you say, failing to resist your teeth from chattering together, "it's kind of chilly." the words come out muffled by the material of beomgyu's sweater being pulled over your head.

"here."

he gestures for you to lift your hands away from your body to make it easier to place the sweater on, but you insist on remaining in your stance. it was so cold, so early, yet being around beomgyu made both of you forget that. having a laughing fit about simple things like this wasn’t rare with beomgyu. in fact, you found it more common than not. “move your arms!” he said, his voice holding back laughter from your cuteness. “never,” you pouted, your cheeks flushed. beomgyu continued to chuckle lightly at your reaction, his heart melting at each passing moment.

despite his desire to savor this moment, he was concerned that if the playful banter continued for too long, you might grow ill from the cold temperatures. in an effort to get you to lower your guard, he leaned forward to place a haste kiss on your temple, causing the pink dusted across your cheeks to darken instantly. when his warm lips met your warm skin, you felt a warmth spreading throughout your whole body – his touch made you want to melt in euphoria.

seeing you distracted, he rushed to properly place on the hoodie, leaving you no time to protest. you parted your mouth to speak, but the words slipped and all you did was widen your mouth out of surprise. knowing that beomgyu and you had a significant height difference wasn’t new information to you, nonetheless, seeing how far down your legs his hoodie goes left you speechless. feeling rather embarrassed, beomgyu thought the opposite, “cute,” he muttered.

the hoodie reached your knees, making you both laugh at the sight. "i bought it online, maybe i should've checked the size first," beomgyu says while sulking, but still wearing a small smile on his lips when speaking. looking down, you find yourself with your fingers wrapped around one side of the large shirt, barely reaching the hem. “how come it looks so big on me?” you asked, voice laced with curiosity. beomgyu simply shrugged at the statement, his eyes fixated on the stars in yours. “i just bought it because the temperatures were rising, but now that i see it, it’s big enough to fit both of us.”

your sudden burst of curiosity brought you to saying, "let's test it.” thought it was more impulsive rather than a conscious decision, you decided to go through with the idea either way. beomgyu tilted his head and upper torso towards the ground, granting access for you to pull the hoodie over his head.

and you do so, pulling the soft material over his head. you watched as he tugged on the hood to adjust how it’s positioned on his hair, the fabric clinging to his face like a second skin. you feel the warmth of his body against yours as he wraps his arm around you, looking at each other in the eye with matching smiles on both your faces.

he just looked so sweet, especially now that you’re in a small enough distance to see his sharp features up-close. the fabric of the hoodie went upwards due to his height, and seeing him lower himself to make sure the material doesn’t hurt or pull on your neck gave you a sugary feeling. he was undoubtedly tired; you could tell from his disheveled hair, puffy eyes, and the slow blinks he gives. even so, he continued to show you the utmost love and care possible.

beomgyu is always so attentive and loving, especially to you. while not sure if it’s just his personality or not, his actions had always given you the sense of being appreciated. beomgyu would give you an extra pillow before bed, just to remind you that he’ll always be right next to you. the way he acts towards you is so intimate and genuine, and you’re attracted to that side of him. laughing together, holding hands, and all the small gestures gave you more butterflies than they ever had when you two were just friends. it’s been a long time since then, yes, but some part of those moments never changed from now. staring for eternity didn’t seem like the best idea, so instead, you settled on placing your nose in the crook of his neck.

the warmth of your breath felt against his skin made him blush, holding you closer towards him. the beat of his heart thudding against his ribcage could be heard, and you were certain that he could hear yours as well. his free hand held onto your hip as he stood there, listening to your heartbeat and enjoying the closeness, the scent of your perfume and the passion in your touch.

your fingers slowly trail down his bare face and cup his chin, making him lean into the sensation. he smiled and closed his eyes, taking everything in. this moment, the feeling of being close to someone, the way your bodies are intertwined with each other and the smell of your skin. you felt comfortable; it felt nice to be able to be close like this, without fear of getting interrupted or having to explain yourself. "it's so comfortable here" you whisper breathlessly, leaning closer to him.

the atmosphere felt cozy, and you were afraid to ruin that. trying to prevent the latter, you began checking the smell of your breath behind your now raised hand, making beomgyu chuckle. even though he was still blushing, he couldn't help but laugh at your cute behavior, pulling away from you to get a better look at your face. “i just don’t want to ruin the moment,” you explain while letting out a small grin. your face was red as a tomato after doing that, and you looked so cute that he couldn't help but kiss you.

his hands cup your cheeks, the warmth of his palms coming into contact with your face again, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. his lips meet yours softly at first, then you gently press your body closer to his. you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, and it sends shivers down your spine. a tug in the pit of your stomach forms as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. the warmth radiating from his body is comforting, and you feel safe wrapped inside his embrace.

pulling away for oxygen, you rest your forehead against his, trying to slow your racing heart.

"is this okay?" you ask softly, your voice hoarse from kissing. his lips curl into a smile, "it's perfect." he replies before looking up at you through his eyelashes. the light in the room reflected off his face as he smiled back at you, and maybe it was the distance between you two once again closing, but suddenly his expression turned into one you could only describe as pure love.

you don't think anything could ever top the feeling of being held in his arms right now. a feeling of belonging overtakes you. that was exactly what you wanted: to feel loved. beomgyu was your everything, and he would give you everything until his last breath. the breeze against your shoulders, the tingling sensation on your lips, the cotton hoodie coming in contact with your bare skin, it is perfect, truly.

a/n: reflecting on my progress :')

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run2seob · 8 months

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휴닝카이 "i love you" fluff drabble 250 word count masterlist

i love you, and i’ll tell you in three words, show you in a million ways.

the atmosphere filled with the hot breath of children, huening kai’s cousin’s, the stories of cereals and orange juice floating in it. there could be a list, scroll, or even walls filled with black expo markers listing how you feel for this man, yet none would capture the truth.

love isn’t delivered in the form of words limited to one or two syllables, but if not, then what way? indents on the colorful mat as a result of the table lying on it stay even after you move the furniture, moving a chair to replace its place.

love is felt in the way of associating the smallest of gestures or objects with someone, to your love. in the way of focusing your eyes on the spotlight, the boy’s smile as the blanket stays up from under the two items. dust remains in the air as the imaginary light feels too real, every other area illegal for your eyes to come to.

in the way of embracing the color of his ears grow as his warm hands leave your skin lingering in its wake. even with shoes made with velcro opposed to laces thrown on the ground; with teasing and playful yells coming from around; with fabric of bright colors containing logos of cartoon animals, you don’t fail to notice his reaction when you let out the words repeating in your head.

"i love you."

a/n: finally showing my favorite draft because it's been in a cell since august 20th.. also, does this even make sense?

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run2seob · 6 months

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forget our dandelions

◡ㅤex!beomgyu x gn!readerㅤ◡ㅤangst, drabble, 115 word countㅤ🛈ㅤnotes — feel the rhythm, life goes on again masterlist

Wash your love away among the waves once again. Store the kisses and prolonged contact into an opaque bottle, hidden to the common eye. Others may run mark the fingerprints on the bottle of your last love but will not feel how Beomgyu's fingerprints felt on your flesh. How against your weak, bitter flesh, he pressed his hands into your neck while indulging in your lips. Against his lips pushed whispers and love. It reaches you through the breeze of the mountains, free and forever blowing cold. Freezing air with roots that reach far into your heart and the soil floor. Blow your love away like a dandelion and forget the love that once was.

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run2seob · 5 months

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⌕ "your fireworks" in which yeonjun's eyes seem to distort the few of the sky's flowers, stealing them into his possession. and even when his eyes are no longer, they stay his.

PAIRS ▸ bf!yeonjun x reader GENRE ▸ fluff to angst, short drabble, major character death WORDCOUNT ▸ 0.6k WARNINGS ▸ grief, mcd, death

AUTHOR'S NOTE — so, how are we

Joyful screams emitted from all corners, the crowd squeezing in. Despite the chaotic atmosphere, you were elated. Parties weren’t your thing, but Yeonjun was. He was yours. After months of pining, you could finally scream it into the flowing winds. When his fingers brush against yours, you can’t do anything but let your hand fall into his grasp. His open arms always engulfed you with such happiness and pride, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

If it were up to you, you would never have it any other way.

It feels like a dream, standing with your fingers interlocked. A silent promise, it is. One to forever be with the other, no matter the distance or barricade that causes it. Even on the rooftop, the metal fence separating you two does nothing to keep you from holding the other’s hand.

“Jun,” you call softly, applying pressure on your right foot to nudge him softly.

“Hm?”

“The fireworks,” you began, pointing to the walking dots, “They’re about to go off.” From such a far distance, the people cheering and counting down only came to you two in echoes. The wind traveled to your ears, connecting everyone together.

“3,” They yelled in unison, making Yeonjun’s eyes rush to the area.

“2… 1!” In the sky, beautiful flowers sprung. Ones similar to the ones your brain doodled when around your love- your Yeonjun. In his eyes held the reflection of the firing stars, the difference from the mundane sky obvious. Your heart beat with a soothing cadence as you watched his pupils grow, taking in the beauty of the sight bestowed upon him.

“Your fireworks look pretty,” you giggle, making his head turn to you.

“My fireworks?”

“They look different in your eyes. Like they’re yours, instead of the sky’s,” you say upon pondering with the word choice. “I don’t know. But they’re yours.”

His fireworks boomed one last time, the sparks forming into the shape of a heart. If you were to compare, it was identical to the expression in Yeonjun’s eyes- a true promise and show of possession that both you and the fireworks are his.

You stiffen as you hear the first boom echo through the sky, your head tilting up. In the reflection of your fallen tears, his fireworks shone through.

“Perfect timing,” you mutter to yourself, smiling despite the ache in your heart. The soil of the graveyard stained your hands with a brown, reminding you of the locks the fallen soul below you once obtained. It is a beautiful thing to reminisce about. One you aren’t ready to let go of.

The soil clings to your hand as the second firework soars through the sky, reminding you of your promise. The mother of plants clings to you- bringing you to the clawing vines the seed Yeonjun planted has sprouted. There was no way around it, the vow already sealed in every kiss and “I love you”.

If it were up to you, you would alter the locks sealed with mold. To think just moments ago that Yeonjun was in your arms keeps you put. It keeps you stuck to the soil and cement based around the flesh that you once kissed.

“Your fireworks…” you trail off, speaking into the wind that connects you all. Its breeze brings you shivers, but you don’t move to put on a coat. The warm embrace that once enveloped you in bitter times like these cannot be replaced with anything handmade. His arms wrapped around you with love that was far from artificial, far from anything formed with a recipe. The tenderness he held in the depths of your interlocked fingers could not be replaced with another.

Tears cut off your previous sentence, the dateless sobs seeping into the grass that blocks you from your past and current love.

“...look so pretty tonight.”

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run2seob · 6 months

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moonlight; flushed faces

◡ㅤstudent!soobin x gn!readerㅤ◡ㅤfluff, one-shot, 3.8k words ... oopsㅤ◡ㅤmentions of drinking, drunk kisses, oddly pacedㅤ🛈ㅤnotes — i present: the only scenario i didn't write down and remembered masterlist

IT WAS a bad idea. Your weight, miles from balanced, kept you wobbling. From left leaning to right, not a second passed where you stood straight like a regular pedestrian. It could be that everyone else was tilting in each direction the way you were, but you couldn’t tell. Not when you were flushed a tinted pink from the punch of alcohol you took.

Passing limbs came through your vision in smears. Furthermore, the only part of your surroundings you could make out were the tinted denim worn by Soobin.

Soobin. The reason drinking could be your worst idea yet.

“Binnie,” you slurred. There it was. A push closer to something that could tip all you’ve worked for off a cliff.

Just two months ago, drinking with Soobin, your best friend, would’ve been desirable. Honestly, you could fall into the temptation of glasses clinking together, the ripples in the alcohol reeling for a second sip. You would, or more likely, you have.

Early November air flush against your fingertips feels so different from the warmth of September.

09/09

Your pencil was turning flat from the amount of times you’ve written that on all your notes. A new semester approaching slowly peered into your windows of your brain. With how much information you drilled into it last semester, you were sure there were some hole-filled windows here and there. Holes big enough to ease the nerves of college into your train of thought.

Morning classes weren’t something you despised, as you were accustomed to waking up earlier. However, you never grew to love them, either. The memories of your puffy eyes making their way to your first class– brain left in the tranquility of your bed– had been all you needed to remind you why mornings weren’t your thing. Ironically, afternoons seemed to not be your thing either.

“Soobin,” you groaned, your lips forming into a pouty moue as you turned your head towards him.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting a response. By solely flickering your eyes across his desk area, the bar for expectations would drop immediately. Who drinks so much coffee on the second day of the semester?

Truly, you couldn’t help but get your mind stuck as you wondered how he managed. Caffeine helped you stay awake, sure, but dosing on it had be a habit you have yet to take. Still, you recognized some of the drinks. It wasn’t as if coffee would give you a fatal allergic reaction if in a <1 meter distance. Even now, you were at Crown Cafe while Soobin was off his shifts to study, so that was off the table.

Caramel Macchiato I

Iced Americano II

Espresso I

Banana Milk

You heard about Soobin’s eagerness to win a bet against Kai- the penalty being buying the other banana milk for a week. Seeing how on his desk consisted of multiple caffeinated drinks (and one banana milk), you can only dream about how many bets he won.

“Hm?” Soobin hummed, waiting for your reply.

Realizing you did in fact get an answer, your gaze pulls itself from his rewards to his eyes.

“Do you have an extra pencil?” The now dimmed lead of your pencil was shoved in his face, exaggerating your point. Catching onto how his eyebrows furrowed, you moved it further from his face, realizing that from his angle, it looked like a death hazard.

“Yeah, hold on.”

Ruffling noises emerged from his end of the rounded table, all being swallowed by the customers.

In summer, rush hour would usually start minutes before the sun set. The air was humid enough to call it a summer evening, but not cold enough to call it the ease into night, despite that being what it was. The sky emitted colors ranging from it’s native shade of blue to orange. It’s arms, molded by the flowing clouds, would rush crowds in.

To your demise, this would lead to Soobin complaining later. But you never really cared as long as he was with you.

That wasn’t the weirdest part of it, either.

The weirdest part was the uncertainty of it all. Of how your feelings would play out, or if there were feelings that resided in Soobin in the first place.

In the end, you only cared if he was with you.

“Mechanical?” Soobin offered, snapping you out of your reverie.

Despite the childish guilt of not being able to offer a present better in return, you resorted to a nod.

Customers walk in and out, and you’d have to crane your neck to get the full view. Even without doing so, you can hear their smiles and toddlers giggling. Crown Cafe had been a place of joy for many.

It started off as a very rare place to come to, only coming to pick Soobin up after his profuse apologies about needing a ride. You’d always giggled at that habit, the way his dimples would show as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. Words would speed out his mouth, excusing himself for not being able to cover for an inconvenience he couldn’t alter.

It hadn’t mattered, in the end, as you would always be delighted to come to the cafe. The cafe was well taken care of, the welcoming aroma of vanilla one you were pleased to walk into.

Your positive view of the place only grew more as he talked about it, and soon, it became your place of joy too.

Study dates became regular, and just like this one, they would always get cut short. Usually, it was due to the clock going unwatched. This time though, was slightly different.

“Soobin!” Yeonjun boomed, unsolicitedly stringing along attention.

In seconds, what you assumed to be his rewards from endless bets were slid off Soobin’s desk one by one. Their hands came fast, so quickly that motion blur seemed to be attached to it. Two hands lingered on a Iced Americano, and the sparkle emitting from the ring the finger’s wore hinted who they belonged to. Still, you tilted you head up to affirm your thoughts.

“Yeonjun? What are you doing here?” Soobin asked, tilting his head as he looked up. It may be those veiled feelings peeking through the lace, but you could’ve swore there was a sparkle in his eye.

His happiness always shone through whenever with someone he cared for, and his friends happened to be those to bring out the happiness in him. Though, why didn’t the stars in his eyes form a heart for you? You knew the answer, but couldn’t bring yourself to push it forward. If it were true – that the tingling sensation in your chest were feelings of love – you would forever neglect it.

The constellations that twinkled for others happened to be satellites in the sky when it came to you. False and deceiving. So why fall into the trap?

Yeonjun’s thumbnail slid through the edge of his metal ring, spinning it slightly. It was unsure if he was fidgeting out of nerves or was doing it unconsciously, but you believed it was the latter. You weren’t close with Yeonjun, but he presented himself with enough confidence to look up to him and his bright mannerisms.

“Wooyoung needs help with the party…” he trailed, all of a sudden fluttering his lashes, “Soobin, would you do me a remarkable favor of-”

Cut off by Soobin’s sigh, Yeonjun stops, searching for the words “yes” to flow out of the air. Seeing as I had been quiet, Soobin turned to me, his eyes holding a string of unspoken apologies once again. In lieu of speaking, you nod, affirming it’s okay.

“Fine.” Once the words came out, it seemed as the bated breath Yeonjun held was released and his lips twitched at the corner ever so slightly.

“You stole them, too?” Soobin giggled, peeking over at the maknae’s unamused faces.

Simply answering with a nod, Yeonjun waited for the boy to finish packing all his belongings before tugging on the hem of his jacket, seemingly impatient. You couldn’t do anything but watch, smile, and nod. It wasn’t your conversation to enter, and more than ever, at this moment you wished you were as outgoing as the thief in front of you.

His belongings, similar to the drinks, were pulled of the table in a flurry. Phone lingering on the table for fleeting seconds, your hope raised as you could finally speak and remind him to pick up his phone-

Another opportunity was missed, and your slightly parted lips shut once again, now forming a tight-lipped smile.

“Y/n!” Taehyun called, and you were so glad you weren’t a mannequin any longer.

His smile showed his fangs, poking his bottom lip. It hadn’t looked artificial- in fact, his smile reached his eyes. You two weren’t too close, but have met on occasions where you’d come to Soobin’s dorm, Taehyun forever cozied in the corner. On other visits, it’d be the complete opposite, and the three of you would be studying while searching for a comfortable surface to lean your craning backs against.

“You should come to the party,” he suggested, and you were contemplating on taking it, really.

Parties weren’t your setting, but they could be. If you bounced on your heels and yelled over the voices, the narrowed chance of fitting in could become widened.

Something eerie lingers among the rainbow and luminescent lights of a party that tightened around your lungs. The noises of chains on outfits and squeaky heels rubbing against wooden planks became louder than your pumping heart.

Could you handle it?

The screams that resemble ones of terror that happen to be a laugh of joy. Forced joy that would soon form from lousy smiles to pained hangovers.

Was it too much?

“Ah no, it’s okay, really,” you waved your hands in denial, your lips speaking before your brain could process it.

Staying in the comfort of being a mannequin hadn’t seemed so bad, after all. Even if Soobin wasn’t with you– dragged into the unforeseen mysteries that lingered amongst parties.

Maybe he wanted to be reeled into the mystery.

Maybe he wanted a taste of the poison against his lips.

Maybe he wanted you with him.

“CROWN CAFE”

The sign becomes clearer, it seems. Ironically, your thoughts are the opposite: hazy and unintelligible. You can’t process if you are becoming sober, or if your vision is clearer. Honestly, your thoughts can’t process anything, and you are okay with that- it is too pressuring, anyway.

The thought that you’ve risked everything for a sip of alcohol?

The “mystery” you were so set on opposing becomes clear after the third shot.

What if you regret everything you do in the confined space? What if you let three words leave your mouth and ruin everything?

Poison is set to corrode, and the flesh is as weak as any other chemical when it comes to temptation.

“I love you” could slip off your tongue easily. The poison plants a seed in your heart as soon as you are strung in. It is overly simple to spit out the seeds everywhere you go. Sadly, you walk next to Soobin, and the risks of spitting out the chemical are high.

Even without alcohol, your heart beats the same when around him: irregularly fast. You aren’t afraid, so why must it beat so irregularly? Well, perhaps you are afraid. Terrified, even, of how Soobin may appear if you spit the poison onto him.

With his hair slicked and the collar of his button up messy, the urges to spread the painful seed in your chest arise. Those sticky feelings pull you along so easily, controlling your thoughts and mind. How could you ground yourself now?

“Hm, Ynnie?” he called in response to what you said earlier. There was no telling what you said before, your sense of time completely diminished.

“Yes?” you attempt, your words instead coming out as an unintelligible mush.

“We’re here…” In confusion, your head snaps up. We’re here? You feel so behind, completely unaware that a destination in mind was set.

In front of you was the sight of Soobin’s apartment- a reminder of his endless complains about finding a place that would cure his problems from commuting from work to afternoon classes.

Surprisingly, your legs weren’t weak. In fact, you couldn’t feel any burn in your calves from walking the long distance. The only ringing pain rooted from your pumping heart, the chains from consuming such heavy poison not yet released.

“Yah, Binnie. If we go in, won’t the janitors yell at us?” you giggle. Its’ multiple times, honestly. Well, not when you were far from sober, but the situation is same in that aspect. Not wanting to face the wrath of the scolding by the night shift workers, you’re conflicted.

Even more so when you feel a warm feeling touch your hand.

“Follow me!” Soobin yells, tugging on your interlocked feelings that stir up the alcohol in the system. You’re too far gone to play the game of recognizing if it’s alcohol or feelings at this point. Your stomach is bubbling, but it’s not painful.

It’s not destroying the way you feel or running or a soaring pain. Instead, it makes you giddy, and you can’t help but blush.

Was your face red from alcohol or how fast your blood rushed to your face?

The game was addicting, and it engulfed all your thoughts as you were pulled by Soobin.

Were you falling in love or falling into the sweet poison?

The ground beneath you mushed, and you almost stumbled. Soobin’s palm was so much bigger than yours, giving you a sense of comfort. You were safe.

Was this feeling a result of love or your mind tricking you?

And suddenly, the game wasn’t as fun anymore.

“This part is steep!” he yelled, and you couldn’t tell if he was referring to your emotional turmoil or the grassy hill you were going up.

It is too risky. Too dangerous. Too much of a gamble to continue.

There is too many “too”s, making your head hurt. This, you were sure, is the result of giving into the temptations. The sour, deceiving temptations.

Soon enough, you found yourself laying on the lush grass outside the apartment, lying on your back as you looked up at the stars.

Love.

The four letter word is all you could think about, and you wish Soobin would hold your hand to distract you from it.

Is love distracting you from everything?

It was stupid of you to give into the fear that held you so far from doing what you did today. The mystery that spinned in the atmosphere of it all. Between the mosaic paintings that were hung up on the walls to swiveling under and over the dust behind rusted couches. Everything was off once you stepped into the party, but there was no denying Soobin’s puppy eyes when he asked.

Your fear was something other’s caught onto quickly. Taehyun realized it whenever all his invites were countered with your regular: “I have plans, next time?” Though, everyone knew that wasn’t true. Even when there was a next time, your regular would be served again, and they could only wonder when you would string along.

Soobin, too, was among the waiting crowd.

Once you went out to a small celebration party Chaewon held, he had it. Did you not like his presence? Why would only accept invitations whenever he wasn’t there?

“You always say ‘next time’, but you never come! Come on, can’t you go this once? I don’t want to pressure you into it, but now you have me curious. Is it my fault?”

“No! I’m just…” you trailed off, his gaze keeping your words from continuing, “I’ll go, just this once.”

How could you tell him that it was his fault? That your fear circulates around your feelings infecting him, spreading among his veins and throwing the years you’ve spent together? The pressure of years and millions of greetings could be stained, and it was too risky. Too dangerous. Too many “too”s.

The moon drew your attention, it was full today, its bright glowing against your features. You couldn’t help but compare it to yourself, only illuminating under the sun’s light. You weren’t in Soobin’s shadow, but stuck with his figure. It was always “Soobin and Yn” or “Yn and Soobin”. It was to the point where if one wasn’t there, people would assume the other was sick. Obviously you two didn’t attend the same classes, your majors different, but you waited for each other outside of class when you had the time.

A friendship of years created a string to pull you together, and it tugs whenever it’s being strained. Hence, why after every argument, your heart would yearn to resolve things. You’ve never went longer than a week angry at each other, after all.

So then why, when he’s in such a close distance to you, is the string around your heart? Why is it knotted when he’s physically proximate enough for you to reach over and feel his hand against yours?

There’s less than a meter between you two, but not less than a foot. Still, all you had to do is roll against the blades of the grass to bring his hand to yours.

Once again, you’re reminded of the weakness of the flesh. Would you be pierced by the grass’s sharp blades and retaliate?

Soobin is with you, so what are you yearning for now?

The wistful breeze yells at you. “Do something. Act on this love.”

A giggle emits from Soobin, has the poison reached him, or is this the wind taunting you for such foolishness?

“Are you Soobin?” he slurred out, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. What question is that? You were drunk, yes, but sober enough to know your name.

“You don’t look like Soobin…”

Your pounding heart was too loud for you to ignore this teasing attempt. Teasing him while his bottom lip is jutted is out in a pouty moue, only a slight hole for his words to come out of, seemed so much more enticing than any other time.

Leaning closer, he breathed warmly on your skin from his position above. As if a subject, he put you below his imaginary microscope. Your teeth felt squished, the skin of your cheek against it as he held your face tightly. As his eyes roamed over your features, he seemed to search for something hidden beneath the surface.

“I am Soobin!” you argued, your words coming out muffled from his fingers pressing into your cheeks.

His eyes held emotion far from what he was showing. His eyebrows furrowing, you couldn’t tell what he is feeling. His eyes, though, were different.

Another satellite held in his eyes, and if you tilted your head, you would see a twinkle in the sky. Is it the same? Are the sparkles you see in his eyes false satellites? You don’t want to give in to the bright glow, yet the poison makes it so hard.

“But I’m Soobin?” he questioned as if unsure, and your lips twitch upwards to form a smile. Is he that far gone into the touch of alcohol?

“Then do something Soobin would do,” you giggle out, your words still smushed.

As if a lightbulb had switched, you finally got to see true stars. A delve into the pool of truly sparkling lights, if you may. His eyes held water, engulfing your body as you swam in it, entranced by the beauty. It was too beautiful not to give in. Too easy, but you weren’t complaining. Not this time. Not when your arms felt weightless as they swam in his pool of skies held in his eyes.

You felt light as a feather in his eyes. The satellites will forever be overshadowed by the beauty of the love held in his eyes.

The urge to have them closer- to swim endlessly in this pool of tender affection- could never be higher than now.

The poison must have a system to work. In your veins, it’s clock interior moves like gears against each other, the poison spawning engines to flow. Your bumping blood works in sync with the mechanics, and it rises your adrenaline like no other moment.

The other half of the system has corroded Soobin, your proximity narrow enough for you to feel his beating heartbeat. It’s infected him, surely. The push for the “I love you” to roll of your lips must be the same for him. If that were a struggle, that is. What if it isn’t? What if all of this is only an illusion and the moon had never been lit up by the sun in the first place?

Poison can be so luring when you’re touched by it. The chains and red strings tied around your heart squeeze. Squeeze until your breath comes out in pants.

But you bask in that feeling of anticipation.

He narrows the distance between you two slightly, taking a lunge forward to bring you closer. How can you act normal now? Your heart peeks out of the chains, pumping as fast and it could, it seems.

The game, left unfinished, asks you one final question.

Are you ready to proceed and risk the consequences, or play it safe?

Are you? The question lingers in the close air made up of your breaths, giving you time. Tomorrow, would Soobin regret this? Would he complain and throw away all his efforts to get you to go to the part in the first place?

Would your fear come back into play?

Once again pushing the answer away, you only react once the distance is fully closed, his lips plump against yours.

You were so glad the moonlight didn’t have direct access to your face, because he would see your flushed red cheeks easily.

So much was let out in one kiss. One kiss that felt equivalent to thousands.

His hands moved from your crimson cheeks to the backs of your ears, giving him an easier way to indulge in you.

You finally give into the poison, tired of fighting against it. It tastes so sweet on his tongue, the lingering mix of the mysterious punch. Lips fighting against yours, you wanted to laugh. You were so afraid, yet Soobin initiated it.

Were your efforts to prevent this futile?

This would be the only question you answer honestly. The answer is forever “yes”. Soobin’s small attempts to bring you closer is something you could replay on loop until your head becomes dizzy.

Until all you see is black and white swirls, but could still make the image of Soobin’s face through them.

As he pulls away, you chase his lips. Upon your response, a giggle escapes his soon-to-be swollen lips.

“I’m Binnie,” he laughed out, proving himself from earlier.

The poison urges it’s question as he dives into your lips again.

Is it worth it?

As long as he’s with me.

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