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BEOMGYU INTERVIEW with GQ KOREA

GQ: “A 3am and 3pm kind of person”. I like Beomgyu’s expression the most.

BG: I like it too.

GQ: I have an idea (of the meaning of it), but I want to hear it in Beomgyu’s words.

BG: I think I only showed my “3pm” side before. It’s true that I have a bright side, and like to play around like a kid, but there were times that seemed to be like it was everything there was to me. After I was defined as the “bright person Beomgyu”, I regretted showing only that side of me. “Would people think too simply of me (because of this)?”, I worried about that. Nowadays I like that many people know my sensible and serious side as well. It’s comfortable. Completely different sides coexisting, like 3am and 3pm, is a virtue and a distinct character. I think it's an interesting and good descriptor.

GQ: So would you say that 3pm Beomgyu and 3am Beomgyu are different people?

BG: It used to be like that. I would show only my bright side outside (in public), but then after work when I was alone in my room, I wouldn’t say even a word. The gap between those two was really big. Sometimes I even wondered, “Is this really not me?”, I had this thought a lot. Right now, I’ve accepted that this version of me is me, and that version of me is also me.

GQ: Was there a specigìfic point in which you decided to embrace this change?

BG: It just happened naturally. As the years turned and time passed, my thoughts started reorganizing themselves. I’ve come to accept myself a little more, and decided that at least I should not stress myself out, and that change in my mindset has come naturally.

GQ: There was one time where we had to cancel the <GQ> shooting due to an ankle injury. I thought you were going to take it easy since you were still on tour, but <Workout Zzang Beomgyu> season 2 is starting soon? This photoshoot was also possible to be realized again due to your willingness.

BG: I don’t want to hold back, I want to do everything. Be it variety shows, photoshoots, I think being recognized and contacted for things is a hugely great opportunity for me, so I’m immensely grateful for that. That is why I want to do my best.

GQ: I think it must not be easy to have this type of mindset as a global idol like Tomorrow X Together. Since we surprisingly live taking many things for granted.

BG: I feel like I don’t take things for granted at all. There are so many good, talented and cool idols out there. And, out of all of those, you called for me? That’s amazing, isn’t it? That’s why I have to work hard. Each of my members are also people that shine individually. Once I used to worry, “Why don’t I have my own special ability?”. Time passed and years amounted, I felt like I shouldn’t take for granted the things around me. So I’m even more grateful. These moments are so precious these days. Happiness is greater than hardships.

GQ: It’s interesting to observe how, throughout interviews, your thoughts on “happiness” have gradually changed. How do you feel these days?

BG: These days, I feel just happy.

GQ: Was there a change in how you view happiness?

BG: I’m by nature a person who feels happiness through ordinary things. But sometimes there’s parts of our lives we have to give up on. Because of those things, I felt frustrated, and the small joys seeming to get farther away made me feel such sadness as well. But now, come to think of it, if I look around me, I find so much happiness.

GQ: Before, in your solo radio content <Beomedio>, I heard you say an expression: “I decided to feel happiness in little things that come from everyday life”. That stuck with me. Because, all this time, I thought happiness was something you just felt, and not something you “decided to feel”.

BG: If you don’t look for them gropingly, there are a lot of things that pass you by. Should I say it’s about looking at the world in a more optimistic way? As I tried to feel that way, everything started to look happy. At that time, I had to make an effort. Right now though I don’t really have to do that, it seems to come naturally.

GQ: My little happiness of today was listening to Beomgyu singing ADOY’s ‘Wonder’ while I took turns between watching the video and gazing at the sparkling Han River from inside the car, while I was coming to the filming site. Were all the videos also your idea?

BG: When I decide which song I should make a cover of, I simulate what kind of video I should shoot for that song. I want to express through the video the emotions and striking scenes I thought of when I heard that song for the first time, so I endeavor not to completely forget that first feeling. When I listen to ‘Wonder’ or city pop music, in my head there is a scene/situation that unfolds.

GQ: Would you say then that you like more the type of songs that are created in a way that allows an image to suddenly unfold itself?

BG: Yep… I think so.

GQ: Could that be the reason why you like indie music and older songs?

BG: I don’t know if maybe it’s because I live in the present, but I would like to live in an older time. Since the sky was clean, I picture that if you just raised your head to look at it, stars would feel like they’re pouring down. I think that it was a more sensible time than nowadays. Any place is fine. When I listen to those older songs, I have the feeling that I’m living in a time I’ve never experienced, so that is why I think I like it.

GQ: Recently, you’ve also been into cameras, right? What type of scenery makes you raise your camera?

BG: The water swaying here and there on a river, or at the beach. The reflection of rain pouring in front of a streetlamp at the Han River during rainy days. The moment a car swiftly passes by a long, stretched-out road.

GQ: Do you prefer the moment of capturing a photo or the moment you look back at it later?

BG: The moment I capture it. There’s more sensibility in it, you know. (Laughs) Actually, my camera has both film and digital functions, but I mostly take pictures through digital. Since it’s such a hassle to go get it printed. Ahaha. There’s funny pictures of the members in my camera, I should release them on their birthdays.

GQ: Is there a saying that stuck with you recently? You said that, while you’re writing a song, you combine words you’ve written down on memo notes.

BG: “Heaven”. I can’t say anymore than this.

GQ: Have you been working on a song recently?

BG: These days, due to my injury, while I was resting I wrote about two to three songs. And there’s also another song I want to write on piano and guitar. Recently, I’ve started to learn electric guitar back from the basics. Before that, I was self-studying, so there were a lot of things I didn’t know. Studying everything gradually from the basics will allow me to come up with more diverse compositions, either in writing songs or performing, so I’m looking forward to it. The songs I want to write are still in the planning stage.

GQ: What is your composition process? I think each person must have a different style of writing songs.

BG: Sometimes when a great line or melody comes to mind, I don’t want to forget it and become desperate to remember it. ‘Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go’ is a song which bass line came to mind while I was washing my hands in the bathroom. With my hands still damp I turned on the recorder and sang, then I ran to the studio and wrote it for two days, even at night. Once I get a “feel”, it’s easier to write quickly. These days when I lie down to sleep, I think about a lot of things, like what line should go before and what should follow. Imagining these things is fun to me.

GQ: “Before I felt like I was a frog in a well*, but now I feel like my eyes have slightly opened. Still, there’s a big difference between having your eyes closed and open.” This is such a cool line you said in the documentary that captured your first U.S. tour,  <OUR LOST SUMMER>.

BG: Oh, look at me!

[Translator’s note for "Frog in a well"*] This is a proverb used to describe an individual who cannot or refuses to see the big picture because of being sheltered and close-minded. Like being ignorant of the world outside one’s limited environment. Some websites compare this saying to the English “a babe in the woods” or “being a big fish in a little pond”.

GQ: How open would you say that your eyes are now?

BG: I think I’ll have to finish this tour to know for sure.

GQ: When that first tour was over and you opened your eyes, what did you see?

BG: The first thing I saw was our fanclub, ‘MOA’. It was completely different from performing in front of an empty audience. After a tour, you notice your skills and other aspects have improved a lot. Only when you look back at it after it’s over, you’ll be able to finally see some of these things.

GQ: Do you remember the moment you felt the power of music the most?

BG: During last year’s U.S. tour. While I was listening to music by Heo Hoy Kyung, I felt all my troubles and anxieties disappear. Just like magic.

GQ: What do you think troubled you at the time?

BG: I’m not sure about that either.

GQ: On the contrary, have you ever felt frightened of the enormous power of music?

BG: More than getting frightened by the power of music, the pressure of doing well and not making mistakes blends together and it makes me feel very nervous before I go up on stage. Rather than a good trembling feeling, it’s more akin to bearing a burden, and this tension does not lessen even after performing so many times. If my heart could kindly hold on, it would be good!

GQ: How do you deal with your emotions in such times?

BG: Until the lift goes up, I keep my eyes closed and repeat to myself “I did well up until now, I can do well today as well, I can do it”.

GQ: So, you mean to say that you don’t feel any anguish or pain at all later up on stage?

BG: That’s because I just go crazy. (Laugh) This situation makes me feel so pleasantly crazy that I become completely concentrated and immersed. Once I immerse myself, things that hurt me and make me feel anxious are not a problem anymore. The exact moment the lift stops at the top and I open my eyes, I turn my focus to the stage and say to myself “Go away, bad feelings!”. And after that, it gets really fun.

GQ: I am really curious about this feeling.

BG: Would you like to come on stage and try it once? (Scrunches his nose)

[fairyofshampgyu]

No bc I have BEEN waiting for beomgyu to play the carpenters and close to you on live. I CALLED IT FROM DAY 1 THAT HE LOVED THAT SONG. It was always in my beomgyu playlist and reminded me of him so bad 🤧🧸 no bc the amount of times I’ve added a song to that playlist and then he’s played it on live ?? Is he stalking my playlist ?? I HAVE PREDICTED SO MANY SONGS 😭 we just like that fr 🤞🤞🤭😍

[flashymoa]

I think we should talk about this. I found some weird similaries in the recent txt interview.

In the interview, Kai didn't look well at all. Beomgyu was constantly shifting on his feets, people do it when they are anxious, worried but don't know what to do. I think it's because he was concerned about kai, he kept glancing at him from time to time, was anxiously shifting on his feets, and even pated his back while heading back, which reminded me of when he patted Kai's back before when Kai was sick on their 1st day of Seoul performance. I felt similarities.

Again, I felt another similarity, you know the live they did when beomgyu was sick and Soobin was rubbing his hand and gave guesture the staff that he couldn't continue anymore? You saw how worried Soobin was that time his eyes showed. I saw the same worried look in Beomgyu's eyes while looking at Kai.

And Yeonjun didn't smile like he usually does, he rather looked like he was about to cry.

Taehyun is a person who doesn't show his emotions much in his expressions. He can hide his emotions really well, like how tired he is, if he's sad or angry, we never know cz he hides so well

And Soobin, poor baby is taking a break from so many activities, he is the same person who never misses a schedule. I can't imagine in how much torment he is in to stay away from so many activities (according to the notice in weverse). We don't even know what happened to him. He needs rest, ofc a break is necessary for him, for all of them actually. His message in weverse, when I was reading it, halfway through, I literally felt like he was leaving idol life. The way he expressed things, is the same way people say goodbye. I'm not joking, I honestly felt that and got so scared. But after reading the whole letter, I felt relieved that he wasn't at least leaving. But then I'm concerned because the things he said that he discussed with a lot with members to take the decision seems like he is in depression and is taking break for metal health. He needs rest, and I hope he rests well. And takes care of himself

I just hope they would all be okay.

[yawnzbf]

⚝ Are you two a couple?

// beomgyu x gender neutral reader,,

wherein yn and beomgyu when on a walk are interviewed by a nyc couples page,

,,Formatting this was a bit of a task but i hope you all like it!!

It was just another day in the bustling city, and yn and Beomgyu found solace in the routine of their shared walks. The cold air nipped at their noses, but the warmth of their clasped hands kept the winter chill at bay. As they strolled through the usually crowded streets, the city seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

Meetnyc²ouples: excuse me!..hello? [admin asks noticing a pair’s linked hands] are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah? What [he asks skeptical, his hand never leaving yn’s]

Meetnyc²ouples: are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah why? [he says getting a bit defensive]

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, would you mind telling the quick story of how you two met?

Beomgyu: oh wow! Of course! [he chimed suddenly all sunshine and rainbows then looked back at his partner silently seeking their approval]

Beomgyu: you go for it!

Yn: uh,, we met on a blind date actually, my friend and his friend decided to pit us together and it started from there, The first date was a disaster by the way, he planned to meet at a cheesecake factory?! I mean who does that- like what if I was lactose intolerant? [they comment jokingly]

Beomgyu: hey! I thought it was a very cute little date [Beomgyu pouts trying to pull his hand away]

Meetnyc²ouples: if your first date went a little off track, how’d you two end up together?

Beomgyu: oh yeah, we didn’t talk to each ither for a month after and by that time, our friends gave up on us but ,, it was my final year maybe? [he asks unsure, seeking help from his over]

Yn: yeah, he was in his final year and I was in junior maybe,, he needed a photographer for his thesis project and bugged me for two (2) weeks straight until I gave in, then using his thesis as an excuse, we started to hang out very often.

Beomgyu: also, we didn’t start dating until like what? I graduated? Yeah, and then I was the one who ultimately asked the big question. [he said accusing yn]

Yn: I was going to ask him but he beat me to it, I’ll make sure I’ll be the one to propose first (propose as in engagement in case it is difficult to understand!!) [yn muttered as Beomgyu got shy, crimson enveloping his cheeks and ears]

Yn: awh,, is my baby all shy? [yn coo-ed at their boyfriend who immediately hid away in yn’s embrace]

Meetnyc2ouples: how long have you two been dating?

Yn: eleven and..? [yn trailed off not sure, seeking help from beomgyu]

Beomgyu: and a half [he completes,, way more composed than before]

Yn: right! Eleven and a half, going strong!

Meetnyc²ouples: can I ask what is your favorite thing about each other?

Beomgyu: this is gonna sound real cliché but I think they just get me way better than anyone else I’ve ever met. I mean they truly feel like my soulmate, my best friend, life partner I mean- yeah,, I don’t know how I lived all these years without them honestly [beomgyu’s gaze is overflowing with love as he answers never looking away from yn, while yn looks away from him ears burning]

Yn: my favorite thing about Beomgyu would be his silly little text messages that I used to- and still receive, I think that laid the foundation for our relationship,, although I cant leave out the cheesy pickup lines he still uses.

Meetnyc²ouples: adorable,, what’s your favorite thing to do together?

Yn: probably exactly what you just saw us doing, since we both work and have tight schedules, we try to find time for each other and that, more often than not results in just us walking around the city, exploring new spots, new people,, uh, yeah, I just love the quality time.

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, and before we leave, what are your names?

Beomgyu: they're yn and im Beomgyu

,,I settled on c² because writing meetnyccouples would look kinda odd,, so using my big brain i squared it!! Hence the name meetnyc²ouples— thank you for coming to my Ted talk!

[yawnzbf-shifted]

⚝ LOVE?

An artist who used to paint his muse, answers the questions of a curious journalist

600+ words

“I heard you only paint those whom you love, is that true?” the journalist asks away in awe as she admires the only unfinished painting among a clutter of finished pieces, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Though it was the very same muse for all the paintings, each of them varied from each other. It was almost impossible for her to grasp how and why they seemed so different?

Maybe it was the brushstrokes that made the difference or perhaps the lighting? She questioned herself. Even with these complications, one thing was clear whoever it was captured in those creations could only be described with one word- ethereal.

Ms. Julia was so absorbed in the sightseeing, she didn’t realize that she had unintentionally crossed into the artist's personal space. The said artist looked up, a small smile playing on his lips.

“ah miss Julia, an interesting question indeed. It is true I only paint those whom I have loved. You see love is a very amusing emotion- at least for me and to understand that very thing I immerse myself in the act of capturing it on canvas,” yn explained with a distant look in his eyes.

 

The journalist notes it down in her notebook hurriedly. Prying eyes of the artist take a notice of this as he settles back down by his most recent- unfinished piece.

“There is no need to hurry miss, if you want I can wait for you to jot it down before I continue” yn offers feeling bad for the corporate worker.

“oh! Mr. Ln, I wouldn’t want that, I’ve already prolonged my stay here for the interview. But if I may dare, could I ask why this unfinished painting is kept along with the finished ones?” Julia expresses her curiosity.

Yn remains silent for a second too long in thought of how to answer the question. Julia suddenly feels as if she crossed the lines once again by asking her client a personal question.

“If you don’t want to answer that’s fine by me! Sir!” she utters out panicked.

“It isn’t as if I don’t want to, rather I find it difficult how to answer your question miss” yn answers which somehow calms the journalist’s nerves down.

“then, maybe is this person the one whom you love?” she urges after all every person who knew about artist yn’s paintings had only seen one face over and over again until yn stopped.

A smile immediately graces the artist’s face, maybe even the mere thought of those memories.

“yes, these works you see miss Julia were made for the person whom I loved” yn replies.

“Loved?” Julia repeats in question.

Oh.

Oh.

“I’m sorry Mr. Ln. I was insensitive, is- is he dead?” She asks away feeling her heart break for the other.

Until, she hears laughter- pure and genuine. Yn’s laughter filled the studio, echoing like a melody that resonated with a bittersweet harmony.

“No need for apologies, Miss Julia. Your concern is appreciated, but no, he’s not gone.” Yn stops abruptly to catch his breath then continues.

“its just that while I was painting this unfinished piece you see, I realized that I had fallen out of love with my muse”

 Yn continued, his expression a mixture of introspection and acceptance.

Julia, absorbing the unexpected twist in the narrative, listened attentively as Yn shared his thoughts. “The unfinished painting embodies not just the enduring nature of love but also the vulnerability of human emotions. It became a mirror reflecting the changes in my heart, and I decided to leave it as a testament to that realization.”

Silence erupted between the two as the only noise that could be heard was the record player playing a melody.

“Is there anything else that plagues your mind missy?” yn teased.

“ah, no sir. I think I have troubled you enough today and it’s time for this interview to end as well, don’t you agree Mr. Yn?” yn smiled at the gesture as he lead his guest to the door.

Bidding her a farewell.

[tomorrowxtogether]

240405 (Interview) Interview with TXT [Music Bank] | KBS WORLD TV 240405

[goldennika]

idk about y'all but i loved seeing beomkai strategize and work together in this scene for the to do: better watch out pt 1 ep

[0x1mina]

interviewer, going over gyu’s resume: okay, so right here, it says that you’re creative.

beomgyu : yes

interviewer : may i know what you create?

beomgyu : problems.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

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"You're always hogging the spotlight," Heeseung grumbled, watching M/n charm their way through yet another interview. The young idol's laughter was infectious, and the interviewer's eyes sparkled with admiration. It was a dance Heeseung knew all too well—M/n's natural magnetism captivating everyone in the room.

M/n looked up, catching Heeseung's gaze. Their eyes met for a brief second before M/n's smile grew wider, as if challenging him to say it to his face. Heeseung clenched his fists, the heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn't deny the irritation he felt, but he also couldn't ignore the strange thrill that pulsed through him whenever they were at odds. It was like M/n knew exactly how to push his buttons—and enjoyed doing it.

After the interview wrapped up, Heeseung found himself unable to resist the urge to confront M/n. "What do you think you're playing at?" he hissed as the other members dispersed. "Stealing the show like that?"

M/n raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a casual air. "Just doing my job, sunbae." The way he said it, all sugary sweet with a hint of sass, only made Heeseung's blood boil more. "If you've got a problem with it, maybe you should work on your own charm."

Heeseung's jaw tightened. "Don't patronize me," he snapped. "I don't need to steal attention. I earn it."

M/n's eyes narrowed, the playfulness in them replaced with a hint of steel. "Oh, I see. So you think you're above me?"

Heeseung stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one acting like you're on top of the world. And let me tell you, that's not where you belong."

M/n's smirk grew. "Is that so? Then maybe you should come down from your high horse and show me what you're really made of." The challenge in his voice was unmistakable.

Heeseung felt the tension coil in his stomach, an unfamiliar mix of anger and something else—desire. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't ignore the way M/n's words made his pulse race. "Fine," he bit out. "If that's what you want, I'll show you."

Jungwon, the group's leader, stepped between them, a hand on each of their shoulders. "Guys, come on," he said, his voice a calm reprimand. "This isn't the time or the place."

Heeseung took a step back, his eyes never leaving M/n's. "We're not done," he said through gritted teeth.

M/n simply shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Looking forward to it," he replied, his voice dripping with the promise of a fight.

The next day, backstage at a music show, the tension between Heeseung and M/n was palpable. They'd barely spoken since their heated exchange, the air thick with the electricity of unspoken words. As the members of ENHYPEN and TXT mingled, Heeseung couldn't help but steal glances at M/n, his frustration simmering below the surface.

The moment came when they were called to rehearse, one last time, their collaborative stage units : (M/n & Yeonjun) (Heeseung, Taehyun & Sunghoon) (Jake, Beomgyu & Jay) (Soobin & Niki) (Huening Kai, Sunoo & Jungwon). As Heeseung watched M/n and Yeonjun run through their routine, something snapped. The way M/n's body moved so effortlessly, the way Yeonjun's eyes followed him, it was too much. Jealousy and desire collided within him like a volatile storm, the pressure building until he could no longer contain it.

It was the last performance left, M/n and Yeonjun's unit. Heeseung watched from the side as M/n and Yeonjun's chemistry sizzled on stage. The way M/n's hips rolled, the way Yeonjun's eyes devoured him, it was a performance that had the audience screaming and the fan cams flashing. Heeseung felt his hands clench into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn't stand the sight of it—how easily M/n stole the spotlight, how naturally he flirted with the very air around him.

As the performance drew to a close and the cheers grew deafening, Heeseung's jealousy boiled over. He waited for the crowd to die down, for the other members to congratulate M/n, and for the stage to clear. And then, as the lights dimmed and the cameras switched off, Heeseung made his move.

He stormed into M/n's private dressing room, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

M/n looked up from where he was toweling off his sweat-drenched hair, surprise flickering in his eyes before they darkened with something Heeseung hadn't seen before—desire. "Just giving the fans what they want," M/n replied, his voice low and sultry."Isn't that what we're all here for Hyung?"

Heeseung's breath hitched at the blatant provocation, the way M/n's eyes roamed over his body as if he were the one on stage. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of their combined sweat and the lingering tension that had been building between them for weeks.

"You think you're so fucking hot, don't you?" Heeseung spat out, unable to mask the tremor in his voice. "Strutting around like you own the place."

M/n's smile was knowing, a silent dare. "Do I?" He stood up, closing the space between them. His eyes never left Heeseung's, the challenge in them unmistakable.

Heeseung's chest tightened, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was acutely aware of M/n's proximity, the heat of his body, the scent of his cologne—sharp and spicy—invading his personal space. "You know you do," he said, his voice hoarse. "It's all everyone talks about."

M/n reached out and placed a hand on Heeseung's chest, his touch feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through Heeseung's body. "Is that why you're so upset?" he murmured, his voice a purr. "Because everyone's looking at me?"

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Heeseung felt like he could drown in the depths of M/n's gaze. He could see the mischief dancing in them, the way they seemed to say, 'I know exactly what you're feeling, and I'm enjoying every second of it.' He wanted to shove M/n away, to wipe that smug look off his face, so he turned M/n around and bent him against the table, pressing their bodies together.

M/n gasped, Heeseung's breath hot against his neck. "Is this what you want?" Heeseung taunted, his voice thick with lust. "To be punished for being such a brat?"

M/n's heart raced, his breathing shallow. He didn't resist as Heeseung's hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his abs through his damp shirt. "Hyung!" he protested weakly, but his voice was laced with excitement.

Heeseung leaned in closer, his teeth grazing M/n's ear. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot and tickling. "I hate it, but I can't get enough of you."

M/n's body responded before he could even form a coherent thought, his breath hitching as Heeseung's hands continued to explore. He felt the firm pressure of Heeseung's dick against his back, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks—his sunbae wanted him, and not just in the way of a rivalry. It was raw, animalistic attraction.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" M/n shot back, his voice a challenge. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill was too intense to ignore.

Heeseung's grip tightened on M/n's hips, his mind racing. He knew he should stop, that this was a line they couldn't uncross, but the desire that had been festering within him was too strong. "You want me to fuck you until you can't even remember your own lines?" he growled, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it.

M/n's eyes widened, but instead of pushing him away, he leaned back, his body arching into Heeseung's touch. "I bet your lame excuse for a dick couldn't even make me cum," he retorted, the challenge in his voice unmistakable.

Heeseung's grip tightened, the dare in M/n's words making him harder than he'd ever been. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his hands moving to unbuckle M/n's pants. The younger idol's breath caught as Heeseung's fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his underwear.

M/n's eyes fluttered shut, his body betraying his words as Heeseung pulled his cock free, stroking it roughly. He couldn't believe this was happening—his rival, his sunbae, the one person he'd been trying to ignore for so long, was touching him like this. But it felt so good, so right, that he couldn't bring himself to stop it.

Heeseung's touch was surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. He stroked M/n with a practiced ease that had the younger idol biting his lip to stifle a moan. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the tremble in his hand, and it only served to make him more turned on.

"You like that?" Heeseung murmured, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

M/n's only response was a whimper of pleasure, his body trembling in Heeseung's grasp. He knew he should push him away, but the sensation was too much to resist. The room was a cocoon of desire, the tension of their rivalry giving way to something more primal.

Heeseung's hand moved faster, his thumb circling the sensitive head of M/n's cock. The younger idol leaned back into him, his body begging for more, even as his mind screamed for him to regain control. "You're so fucking beautiful," Heeseung breathed into M/n's ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine.

M/n's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting Heeseung's in the mirror. The raw hunger in his sunbae's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through him that was equal parts terror and excitement. "I-I'm not," he stuttered, his voice a breathless whisper.

Heeseung smirked, his strokes growing more insistent. "Lying won't do you any good here," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I know exactly how much you want this."

M/n couldn't deny the truth in Heeseung's words. His cock was hard and leaking precum, his body eagerly responding to the older idol's touch. But he didn't want to admit it, not like this. He turned to face Heeseung, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Prove it," he dared, pushing back against the hand that held him.

Heeseung's smirk grew, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his teeth catching M/n's earlobe in a gentle nip. "With pleasure," he murmured, his hand going to his cock, stroking it to full hardness. He pushed M/n's pants down further, exposing his firm ass to the cool air. M/n's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing at the blatant display of dominance.

M/n felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as Heeseung's hand moved from his cock to his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. He had never been taken like this before, but something about the way Heeseung was claiming him—like he owned every inch of his body—was intoxicating. He could feel the older idol's dick pressing against him, hot and demanding, and his own cock twitched in response.

Heeseung's hand slipped lower, teasing M/n's hole with a slick digit. "So tight," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive need that made M/n's toes curl. "I bet you're going to feel so good around me."

M/n's eyes squeezed shut as Heeseung's finger breached him, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that had his knees buckling slightly. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his body already begging for more. He could feel the head of Heeseung's cock nudging against his entrance, the blunt pressure making him shiver.

"Ready?" Heeseung's voice was a low, seductive growl, the question more of a demand than anything else.

M/n nodded, his breath shallow, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's in the mirror. He felt the pressure increase as Heeseung's cock began to push inside him, the stretching sensation both agonizing and exhilarating. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen, but the desire to feel Heeseung's dominance over him was too much to resist.

With one swift motion, Heeseung pushed all the way in, making M/n gasp. The older idol's grip on his hips tightened, his teeth sinking into M/n's shoulder as he held still for a moment, giving him time to adjust. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overtaken by the feeling of fullness, of being claimed by someone who had always been just out of reach.

M/n's nails dug into the dressing table, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel every inch of Heeseung, the thickness of him filling him completely. "F-uck," he murmured, the word a plea and a curse all at once.

Heeseung pulled back slowly, watching M/n's face in the mirror, savoring the look of ecstasy and pain. "That's it," he coaxed, his voice a dark whisper. "Take it all."

M/n's eyes watered as Heeseung began to move, his hips snapping in a rhythm that was punishing and precise. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through him, making his legs shake. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the way his abs tensed with each movement, and it only served to spur him on.

Heeseung's strokes grew deeper, more demanding, his hand reaching around to grip M/n's cock in time with his thrusts. The younger idol couldn't help but moan, his body moving in sync with Heeseung's, his own hand reaching back to grip the older idol's hip, urging him faster.

Their eyes remained locked in the mirror, the reflection a warping blur of desire and anger. Each thrust was a declaration of power, a silent admission of the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their harsh breaths, and the occasional moan that slipped past their clenched teeth.

M/n's body began to move of its own accord, pushing back against Heeseung's invasive cock, begging for more despite the burn. His own hand wrapped around his dick, stroking in time with Heeseung's punishing rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke.

Heeseung's grip on M/n's hips grew bruising as he slammed into him, his eyes never leaving their reflection. "You're going to cum for me," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. "You're going to show everyone who you really belong to."

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensations overwhelming him. He didn't know if he could handle much more, but the thought of denying Heeseung anything was unbearable. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. "Hyung," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Please…"

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "What do you want?" he taunted, his voice low and velvety. "You want me to fill you up until you can't take it anymore?"

M/n's eyes snapped open, the fire in his gaze matching the heat between their bodies. "Yes!" he hissed, the word a desperate plea. "I want to feel you everywhere."

Heeseung's pace grew frenzied, his hand moving in tandem with his hips, stroking M/n's cock mercilessly. "You're going to scream my name," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "You're going to remember this every time you perform with him."

M/n's eyes widened at the mention of Yeonjun, but the anger it brought only served to fuel his arousal. He threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he came, his hot cum spurting over the dressing table, mixing with the sweat that coated their bodies. Heeseung watched the display with a smug smile, his own climax not far behind.

Their bodies remained entwined, both trying to catch their breath, the silence in the room deafening. Heeseung's hand remained wrapped around M/n's still-hard cock, his own dick buried deep inside the younger idol. They were both panting, sweat glistening on their skin, the scent of sex thick in the air.

M/n's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, pleasure, and a strange sense of satisfaction. He had never allowed himself to be so vulnerable before, especially not with someone he had such a tumultuous relationship with. But as Heeseung slowly withdrew, leaving him feeling empty, he realized he didn't regret a single moment of it.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the aftermath of their encounter. Heeseung took a step back, his eyes still locked on M/n's in the mirror, his chest heaving. The desire in his gaze had transformed into something else—a mix of possessiveness and uncertainty.

M/n's breathing evened out, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He straightened up, pulling his pants up with shaky hands. He could feel the wetness on his thighs, a testament to their explosive encounter. He turned to face Heeseung, his expression unreadable. "What now?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Heeseung looked at him, his own eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't know what to say—the raw emotion coursing through him was a tangle of anger, lust, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Now," he said, his voice gruff, "we clean up and pretend like this never happened."

M/n nodded, his cheeks flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment. He knew Heeseung was right—what had happened between them was explosive, and it couldn't be undone. They had to keep it a secret, for the sake of their group, their careers, and their "friendship".

The two of them cleaned up in tense silence, the reality of what they had just done weighing heavily on their shoulders. As Heeseung zipped up his pants, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret—not for the act itself, but for the mess they had created. Their rivalry had always been a dance of fire and ice, but this was something else entirely.

M/n stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glazed over with a mix of disbelief and desire. He had never allowed anyone to touch him like that, to claim him so completely. He knew he should be furious, but all he felt was a strange sense of… completeness.

Heeseung turned away first, avoiding M/n's gaze as he grabbed his shirt from the chair. He knew that if he looked into those eyes again, he'd be lost. He couldn't explain the possessive need that had overtaken him, or the way his heart was racing in his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen—not with M/n, not like this.

M/n watched Heeseung leave, his own heart racing. He felt a strange mix of emotions. He was hurt by Heeseung's coldness, but also intrigued by the intensity of their encounter. He knew that Heeseung wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and in a twisted way, this was his way of claiming victory.

[xylatox]

February 2025 Fic Recommendations!!

a/n : 2nd fic recs for the year!! February had so many good reads oh my goodness. As always, please support the authors and any of their other works by reblogging, liking and sharing a comment!! :)

My goal for March is to definitely consume more Seventeen and Ateez fics :3

☆ - series ♡ - one-shot

Tomorrow x Together

♡Seven Minutes In Heaven | @yunverie

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♡The Slow Surrender | @dawngyu

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♡flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard | @bamgyuuuri

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☆Criminal Conscious | @beomiracles ~ongoing

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☆this is what slow dancing feels like; pt1, pt2 | @pagelets ~completed

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♡Kiss Of Death | @beomiracles

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♡Just A Game? | @yunverie

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♡checkmate! | @4nyangnyangz

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♡Sweatshirt Snuggles | @sxmmerberries

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pairing - yeonjun x reader

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♡The Great Valentine Heist | @gyutori

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☆In Between the Lines | @frozenmxngo ~ongoing

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♡blue hydrangeas | @bamgyuuuri

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♡Red Poppies | @gyutori

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♡Daffodils | @yunverie

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♡The Archive | @dawngyu

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You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give "Brighter Days Inc." the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memory:

☐ Yes ☐ No

♡casual (pt1) & guilty (pt2) | @bamgyuuuri

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☆Waltz of Words | @yunverie ~ongoing

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♡Bound By Blood And Vengeance | @luvsicktyun

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♡The Siren's Call | @thetxtdevil

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♡with wings of wax and thread | @biteyoubiteme

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♡Of Snow And Shattered Wings | @beomiracles

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pairing - dragon!taehyun x human!reader (f)

synopsis - Foolish girl. You should know better than to wander up the snowy and cold mountains all by yourself. Yet you march onward, not caring for the biting frost as you draw your coat tighter around yourself. The tales told by your old grandfather had been enough to fuel your curiosity, to push the bounds of danger as you sought to see the dragons for yourself. — Perhaps you got more than you bargained for when you suddenly stumble across the one everyone thought to be extinct; the ice dragon. ⸝⸝

Enhypen

♡No Doubt | @jakesimfromstatefarm

w.c. - 23.7k

pairing - jake x f!reader

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♡The Dollmaker | @jjunbug

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pairing - park sunghoon x fem!reader

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♡Bubblegum | @babeyun

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pairing - college student!yang jungwon x fem!candy shop attendant!reader

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♡The Only Gift That Matters | @gyutori

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pairing -Pairing: idol!jungwonx fem!reader

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♡Symphony Of Us | @heartsriki

w.c. - 4.6k+

pairing - Jay x fem!reader

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♡Cookie Cutter | @luvsicktyun

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pairing - jungwon x fem!reader

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♡loving you is forever | @hoonieyun

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pairing - lee heeseung x reader

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☆the truth untold; pt1, pt2 | @just-nc-tea ~completed

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pairing - hockeyplayer!Jake x fem!reader

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♡To Fly or To Fall | @gyu-tori

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pairing - highschooler!heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis - You were the perfect student, always silent and disciplined, blending into the background where no one can see the weight of your father's expectations or the silence of your mother. When you're paired with Heeseung, a carefree troublemaker who seems to notice everything about you, your world escape from the suffocating cage you've been living in. But when your defiance leads to consequences you never expected, you must face a choice: stay in the cage, or take a chance on freedom, even if it means risking everything.

♡The Marriage Law | @enhaflixer

w.c. - 20.5k

pairing - Park Jongseong x Reader

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♡Raspberry Stains | @biteyoubiteme

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pairing - vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader

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♡harvest of purity | @fangel

w.c. -29k

pairing - sunghoon x reader

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♡where bluebells meet | @rumoonstruckyet

w.c. - 31.2k

pairing - rivaltofriend!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis - for years, you’ve been on a constant stream of debates with student council president yang jungwon. and although you didn’t exactly hate him, you weren’t fond of him either—especially of your teachers’ decision to team you up for two projects—in your graduating year, of all times. so as you started working, why were your arguments now reduced to an air of awkwardness and...a blossoming friendship?

♡When Cameras Stop Rolling | @gyu-tori

w.c. - 21.1k

pairing - actor!sunghoon x aspiringdirector!reader

synopsis - When the cameras stop rolling, the world still watches. You’ve spent years behind the scenes, dreaming of the day you’ll call the shots. Then there’s Sunghoon—an untouchable star, distant yet impossibly captivating. To him, you’re just another face in the crowd—until tension sparks and walls crack. When love and ambition collide, will either of you risk it all?

Seventeen

♡The Xu Minghao Dilemma | @shuaflix

w.c. - 20.6k

pairing - xu minghao x fem!reader

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☆the one where the stranger you fake date turns out to be your childhood friend; pt1, pt2 | @bitchlessdino

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pairing - office manager!seungcheol x childhood friend!fem!reader

synopsis - In a world where relationships mattered just as much as money or status did, Seungcheol found himself wrapped up with a person from twenty years ago. He didn't know how you remembered him, and frankly he didn't know how he remembered you, but the way you've reentered his life, like a gust of wind, he didn't think he'll ever forget you now.

♡Cinnamon | @daechwitatamic

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pairing - mingyu x fem!reader (nicknamed Sunny), reader x male oc for a while

synopsis - You finally decide to try and move on after years of waiting for Mingyu to return your feelings. But when you start bringing your new boyfriend around more often, things with Mingyu get... difficult.

♡Fake It Til You Make It | @diamonddaze01

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pairing - boo seungkwan x f!reader

synopsis - You could honestly throttle Seokmin right now. Of all the half-baked, caffeine-fueled ideas he’s ever had, convincing the entire office that you and Seungkwan—your sworn nemesis and parking spot thief—are madly in love might just take the cake.

♡muddled hearts | @haologram

w.c. - 24k

pairing - bartender!xu minghao x fem!waitress!reader

synopsis - things take a turn for the better when you finally find a roommate to escape your incredibly overpriced apartment, but you don't expect to ruin the only relationship that matters to you in the process.

♡Fires of Faith | @jakedustry

w.c. - 29.2k

pairing - Wonwoo x reader

synopsis - You can’t put out fire with fire. But you can combine them, and watch the place burn down in front of your eyes. The demon king realized that when he watched his son dethrone him. He should have never sent him on the mission in the first place. If he hadn’t, he could have kept his son’s fire under control. 

Ateez

☆mountebank chem | @jensthwa ~completed

w.c. - 64.5k

pairing - rich!yunho x afab!rich!reader.

synopsis - The first time you met Yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. You didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and Jeong Yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. Is that reason enough to hate his guts? Well, of course! Now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? And, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

[tubatwo]

txt reaction: random kisses

summary: in which you miss your boyfriend so much you can’t help but kiss him!

pairing: reader x ot5

genre: fluff; 1.7k total

a/n: trying something new! I probably won’t do these too often because I have been overthinking each prompt for months! let me know if you prefer short or long stories for these! beomgyu’s is already longer lmao im having a bamtori moment ><

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yeonjun - when he’s busy

between group schedules and inkigayo appearances, it seemed like the universe didn’t want you and your boyfriend to have a moment together. of course you understood. he’s a busy idol after all, but it still didn’t make it hurt less. but one thing that yeonjun always told you is that the offer to visit him was always open, no matter how guilty you felt about it. and today just seemed like one of those days where you might actually take that offer.

after talking things through with the boys’ manager and getting a staff member to guide you, you arrive at the inkigayo filming area. it was strange to see how small the interview set was in real life, especially because everyone seemed to think it was an actual room!

you politely squeeze past a few people to get a better look at your boyfriend in action. you can’t help but smile at his cute mannerisms, charisma, and how everyone in the room seems to adore him. after a while, one of the staff members taps you on the shoulder and asks if you would like to move to his dressing room. you agree and wait patiently. 

the sound of the door opening interrupts your thoughts, and you look up to see your boyfriend with a shocked look on his face. “baby? you came?!” he exclaims excitedly. you smile warmly and run up to give him a sweet kiss that just so happens to be long overdue. yeonjun giggles as you deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. “mmph– I hate to interrupt, but what made you decide to finally come?” he pulls away, slightly flustered at how eager you are (but in a good way). 

“i’m sorry!” you whine, burying your head in his chest. “I missed you so much, and I’m sorry if this is a bad time–” yeonjun cuts you off by lifting your chin and placing another kiss on your lips.

“never a bad time, baby.” he shakes his head. “I’ve missed you so much, and I know things have been hectic lately…” you smile sadly and nod in agreeance. “but! i’m going to make it up to you this weekend, ‘kay? they just told us we have some free time.”

your eyes light up, and you hug your boyfriend tightly.

“I love you, yeonjun, thank you.”

“anything for you, baby.” 

soobin - when he’s sleeping too cutely 

you watch as your boyfriend’s chest rises up and down, letting out small puffs of air. you smile softly at how peaceful he looks, knowing full well how busy promotions have been lately. sometimes your boyfriend looked the most beautiful when he was sleeping. the one time when his mind wasn’t full of worries, and his shoulders no longer held the burdens of others. 

you quietly giggle as you scan over his body laying in a position that you just can’t seem to wrap your brain around. why is his leg twisted that way? you try your absolute hardest to keep your laughs to yourself. he needs his rest, but he just looks adorable… aaand you kinda miss him an abnormal amount. maybe it would be best for him to move anyway. he wouldn’t mind, right?  whatever happens, please forgive me. this is your fault for being too damn cute.

unable to resist your cuteness aggression, you lean down closer to his face and place a tender kiss on his cheek. then another. and another. and finally he shuffles. “mmm… y/n?” he murmurs sleepily. you bring your hand to his cheek to rub it softly. “hi baby, i’m sorry for waking you..” you whisper.

soobin pulls you close, copying your previous actions by kissing your cheek too. “s’ okay, i’ve missed you too.” 

wait what?

“ you… miss me too?” you echo. your boyfriend nods his head, shutting his eyes again as if nothing happened. “how did you know I was thinking that?” he lets out a snort at this. “because I love you, and I also know you like the back of my hand.” before you could even respond or complain, soobin leans in to kiss you deeply, making you sigh and melt into his arms. as you pull away, you quietly chuckle and tap the side of his arm.

“let’s head to bed, my love.”

beomgyu - when he’s playing video games

you could hear the echoes of your boyfriend’s yells from the other room. the two of you had spent the afternoon together visiting a local record shop and decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing at home. after watching a movie, you inevitably went your separate ways to do your own things.

however, you eventually got bored. there were only so many tiktoks you could scroll through without feeling drained. so, feeling curiosity take over you, you sneak back into your shared room, peeking at the back of your boyfriend’s round head. you watch him silently, waiting for his team to capture the objective. you had watched him play enough times to know when it was coming to an end.

“ah shit! that was a good game.” he says into the mic as the winning sign takes over the screen, then he queues into another game. as you tip toe closer to him, the chatter of his friends start to louden as the sound leaks from his headphones. 

you wrap your arms around beomgyu’s neck, resting them on his chest as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“babe?” he flinches a little at your sudden movement. “hey, what’s up?” he cancels the queue, ignoring the commotion and confusion coming from his discord call. 

“nothing… I just missed you…” you smile against his neck, turning his head to kiss him properly. as you smack lips, beomgyu gets a little dizzy. he lets out a few groans and a few giggles, eventually pulling away to look up at you with his lips curling into his famous v-shape

“you want me to log off?” he asks shyly. 

a part of you wants to say yes, but you already spent so much time with him for the day. you knew that he’s been trying his best to rank up recently, and time was never really on his side. it was important that you allowed him to have fun with his hobbies as well. 

you shake your head, fingers playing with the hair that was soon growing to meet his shoulders. "no, it's okay. enjoy yourself! besides, I missed watching you play," you smile, eyes filled with affection. “that is… if it’s okay? can I?” 

beomgyu can’t help but smile. one of his many favorite things about you was that you didn’t mind him playing his favorite games, and you even liked to watch and cheer him on too. 

“c’mon my little lucky charm,” he chuckles, patting his lap enthusiastically while pulling you down by your waist. 

despite the sound of keyboard clicks and endless trash talking coming from both your boyfriend’s mouth and his headphones, you drift off to sleep, occasionally feeling his lips meet your forehead. 

taehyun - when he’s working out

it had been an hour or so since taehyun left a small kiss on your cheek, telling you that he was going to the home gym room. with schedules in the way, it was hard to him to do his proper workouts the way he wanted to. you knew this, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit clingy after the tiring day you had.

after tiptoeing over to the doorway, you’re met with the sight of your boyfriend facing the other way while lifting a set of weights. you sneakily tiptoe over to wrap your arms around his waist while nuzzling your head into his neck. 

"hey," he says, a mix of amusement and affection in his voice as his body vibrates with laughter. "i’m kinda in the middle of something here, darling.”

you giggle, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on his sweaty cheek. "I know but…” you begin, smile slowly fading away as you remember the way you were late for work. the way your boss looked at you in disappointment as you gave your presentation. “I missed you a lot, i’m sorry.” 

taehyun’s expression softens, and he sets aside his exercise equipment for a moment to hold you in his arms. "I missed you too," he replies, returning your affection with a passionate kiss, reminding each other that even in the busiest of times, your love was always a priority. “how about I finish up really quickly, and then we can go out somewhere together?”

you smile and nod. 

“now, I could use a liittle more motivation to finish this set."

huening kai - when he’s practicing the piano

you peek in through the door that kai often used to practice, the sight and sound of your boyfriend’s fingers dancing across the piano making you smile. he notices your presence and stops. “oh? hi princess!”

you ignore his words and walk over to the stool where he was seated. you cup his face in your hands and kiss him softly, making him sigh happily.

“mmph- sit.” he manages to let out through kisses. 

“huh?” 

“sit on my lap.” he smiles at you.

you chuckle softly, a blush coloring your cheeks as you comply with his request. you gently sit on his lap, arms circling around his neck while you continue to shower him with affectionate kisses. a piano bench isn’t the most comfortable for two people on top of each other, but in this moment, with kai’s fingers lingering on your waist, it was the most comfortable place in the world. 

“I missed you, y’know…” you confess quietly, pulling back to rest your forehead against his. kai chuckles and tilts his head in confusion. “I haven’t gone anywhere, though?”

“I know, silly! but sometimes, even when you’re here, I miss you,” you sheepishly try to explain your feelings, starting to feel a bit embarrassed, “sorry if it doesn’t make sense…” 

kai’s expression softens, and he holds you a little tighter. “no no, I understand! I feel that way too sometimes,”  

“can we stay like this for a while?” you ask. 

“of course, princess.”

[jimxnslight]

The Odd One Out

Summary: When BigHit faces financial struggles, the unthinkable happens: a girl is added to BTS. For the seven members, the change is unsettling, especially for Namjoon, who doubts her place among them. But for Y/N… it's a chance to finally be seen.

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: idol au

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I randomly got the urge to write but wasn’t really feeling any of my wips at the moment, so tell me why I opened a new doc and then 3 hours later this appeared? Like damn, I’m not used to this kind of motivation lmao

“This is a joke, right?”

A heavy silence followed Namjoon’s words, the band’s leader the only one with the guts to voice his mind. But really, someone had to point out how ridiculous the plan being proposed to them was. 

“Now I know it’s not very traditional-”

“It’s not breaking tradition that we’re concerned with,” he countered instantly, “it’s the fact that you’re proposing to bring a girl into the group.”

“I think we all just want to know where this is coming from,” Hoseok offered, inquisitive eyes traveling from Namjoon to their longtime friend and producer now sitting before them. 

Beomgyu sighed, taking in the small recording studio packed with the bright and young members of Bangtan. He had half a mind to call Sihyuk and give him hell for making him be the one to propose the solution they’d spent months coming up with. It was more than clear that the members weren’t on board with the plan, some outright rejecting it while others reluctant, which was a problem because only Beomgyu knew that they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. 

“Look,” Beomgyu raised his hands in surrender, not wanting this to fester into something dramatic, “I get it. The thought of someone being added into the group this late is a bit wild, especially that someone being a girl, but that’s exactly why we’re doing it.”

“So it’s a move for attention?” Yoongi commented, unimpressed. A single brow disappeared behind his light grey hair as he leaned back into the small sofa, arms crossing over his chest. Beomgyu could only purse his lips.

“The company’s been facing a lot of financial issues, especially ever since the girl group prior to your debut disbanded. They had hoped that perhaps your last album could have done well enough to keep us afloat until your popularity increases, but even I knew that was a long shot.”

“Then we’ll make a better album,” Namjoon said, determination making his voice firm, but Beomgyu shook his head.

“You guys don’t get it, do you?” 

The boys all gave Beomgyu a curious look, heads tilting and murmurs rippling amongst themselves. Beomgyu watched them all, feeling sympathy for the boys that deserved so much better.

“The Big Three companies have been buying up slots in awards shows and TV programs. They’ve been booking interviews everywhere - anywhere they can get their hands on. There are no places for us to market your group, nothing we can buy up because BigHit has no money. We’re lucky enough that the sales you guys make cover the production costs and some debts, which is way more than what we anticipated.”

He leaned forward in his chair, fidgeting with a stray pen, “you guys have made so many songs that should have been absolute hits, but they never did. Why? Because they can’t gain that kind of trajectory in a company so small. The only realistic thing to expect is to gradually gain popularity - but that takes time. Time we don’t have considering the fact that BigHit is sinking.”

The room was silent, everyone processing the weight of the situation. It made sense, as much as the boys hated to admit it, they were tired of putting all their blood, sweat, and tears into making their albums, only for them to gain minimal traction. They tended to put the blame on themselves most of the time, feeling as though they weren’t good enough, but Beomgyu knew the truth. Had they been in a bigger company, their songs would have been sellouts.  

“Come on, talk to me. You guys are my friends first, and I don’t want you to feel like we’re forcing a horrible decision on you,” Beomgyu begged, especially taking note of how quiet the younger members had been this entire time. 

He was relieved when Jimin sat forward on the couch, running a hand through his black hair slowly, “it’s just… this is weird. Not only for us, but what about the girl too? I can’t imagine she would feel comfortable being in a group with seven guys.”

“And doesn’t this decision seem a bit… permanent? Why not do something more temporary?” Yoongi piped in. 

Taehyung laughed, shaking his light brown hair, “what? Like dating rumours?”

Seokjin grimaced, as though the idea left a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Things like this tend to get a bigger reaction when the consequences are more permanent, or at least that’s what I was told,” Beomgyu offered. He was only a producer after all, most of the hard work had been done by the management. 

“And to answer Jimin’s question… well, the girl has already signed the contract, so she must be fine with it.”

That had all the boys’ heads snapping to Beomgyu.

“She’s already been picked out?” Jungkook asked, doe eyes wide in surprise. They widened even more when Beomgyu nodded, causing a frenzy amongst the boys. 

“You wanna meet her?” He asked with a relieved smile, glad to be out of the danger zone. 

Taehyung was the first to jump from his place on the couch, his leg accidentally bumping into Jungkook who had been sitting on the floor at his feet. He mumbled something in annoyance as his dark brown hair was pushed into his eyes.

“Okay, hold on.” Beomgyu’s words made the boys pause, “technically you’re not supposed to meet her until next week, but she told me she’ll be in the studio to record something for your next album today so I don’t think it’ll hurt to pay her a small visit.”

“You’ve met her already?” Hoseok asked, his tone slightly surprised. So much seemed to have changed in the span of 20 minutes. 

Beomgyu nodded, ushering everyone out of the recording studio to begin their journey to the one down the hall. Taehyung was right behind him, a boxy grin gracing his features. 

“So if you’ve met her, what’s she like?”

He seemed to have been the only one excited by the odd plan from the start, much less skeptical compared to his bandmates. But then again, Beomgyu wasn’t surprised. Taehyung seemed to have a natural liking for anything unusual. 

The other boys didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm, but he could see the hints of curiosity in their gazes. Even Namjoon trudged behind everyone reluctantly, though notably still skeptical of the plan. 

Once they had reached the door, Beomgyu knocked on it twice and then turned around to give them a look. 

“Regardless of your feelings towards this situation, let’s not try to overwhelm her, alright?” He said, his gaze then straying to Taehyung, “she’s a nice girl and she doesn’t deserve to be treated badly.”

Beomgyu didn’t actually believe any of the boys would be rude, he knew them better than that. He just hoped they also understood how nerve-wracking this would be for you, because he hadn’t lied, you really were a nice girl. 

The door behind him opened to reveal another producer.

“Alright then, let’s meet your new member.”

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“God, you have no idea how much I’m enjoying this right now.”

Your head tilted in question at the comment, hands coming up to steady the headphones encasing your ears. This was probably your third hour in the recording booth, Hyowon seeming to want to make sure your voice didn’t work before he let you off.

“You enjoy getting rid of my voice?” You asked with an amused smile, the comment making him shake his head with a laugh.

“No, no, that’s not it, I swear. It’s just your vocals,” he explained, “I’m sure you already know we don’t get a lot of high notes around here - I mean don’t get me wrong, Jimin and Seokjin do an incredible job, but there’s nothing like a female high note.”

“I’m assuming you’re a fan of high notes?” You asked, almost bursting into laughter when he nodded instantly. 

“You should ask the guys, they’re sick of me telling them to sing one every two minutes- oh my god,” he exclaimed suddenly, a thought evidently coming to him, “please tell me you can do a whistle.”

You chuckled shyly, a bit embarrassed by your answer, “my vocal coach doesn’t want me to do it much until I get the proper technique down, but I’ve done it a few times.”

“Oh, Y/N. You’re gonna get so sick of me.”

You laughed, beginning to take a liking to Hyowon. It was nice to know there would be at least one person so easygoing and friendly in this company. It was going to make these next few months a lot easier if the other members decided they didn’t like you.

You knew technically it didn’t matter, but that thought had been playing around in your mind a lot lately. The entire situation was weird, even you had to admit, but the moment BigHit had given you a call and proposed the idea, you knew you’d have to be crazy to turn something like this down, especially considering how difficult it’s been trying to stay afloat as a solo artist from a small company.

Unlike what the company had in mind, however, you weren’t planning on staying in BTS forever. Your plan was to just join the group for about a year, ensure your name got out there while you and BTS grew in popularity, and then announce your disbandment from the group with a heartfelt goodbye. Rest assured if any of the guys weren’t a fan of your presence, they would only have to hold out for a few months.

Still, the people pleaser in you was hoping they didn’t hate you immediately. 

“Okay, I think that just about wraps up-”

A knock suddenly sounded from the recording studio’s door, causing the two of you to eye it curiously. 

“I thought there was still 20 minutes left until my fried chicken came, it must have come early…” Hyowon muttered, getting up from his seat to get to the door. 

You slid the headphones off your head with a relieved sigh, satisfied with the work you put in today, though your mind was already racing with ways to improve for next time. You let them whirl as you strolled out of the recording booth and gently placed the headphones back on the table. But when you turned around, you were surprised to find a number of other men in the room.

Not just any men too, but your soon-to-be bandmates. 

And all their eyes were trained on you, making your own widen. 

You’d technically seen them all in photos from the research you’d conducted after BigHit’s call, but those didn’t seem to do them justice at all. They didn’t capture the tender look in Yoongi’s eyes, or the pretty accents in Hoseok’s features. Jin, who you had already thought looked straight out of a k-drama, somehow looked even better in real life, while Namjoon’s aura seemed to exude the feel of a leader. Even though the rest were sort of hidden behind the older members, you could tell they were all attractive; it was so intimidating.

Before you could say anything - or sprint out the door like you really wanted to do right now - you caught sight of Beomgyu in the lineup of men, a friendly smile gracing his lips as he made his way to your side. 

“Hey guys,” he greeted, clapping Hyowon on the back before placing a more gentle hand on your shoulder. It was difficult to meet his eyes when your gaze kept flickering wearily to the boys surrounding you, “we thought it would be nice to drop by and see how the recording was going.”

Hyowon leaned a casual arm on Beomgyu’s shoulder, a testament to their evolved friendship over the years.

“It’s going very well,” he answered, excitement radiating off him in waves, “the high notes in your next album are going to be incredible.”

A series of groans rose from a few of the boys, only two of the seven harbouring amused smirks. It took a moment for you to place their names: Jin and Jimin, Bangtan’s main visual and lead vocalist. 

The latter accidently caught your gaze, black hair and sharp jawline giving him an almost charismatic intensity. But before you could quickly look away, his face broke into a warm smile, soothing a few of your nerves instantly. 

At least one of them didn’t seem to hate you. 

“Well, then…” Beomgyu began, catching everyone’s attention, “Hyowon and I have a couple things we need to work on, so… um, we’ll be right here if you need us?”

Hyowon snickered at the awkwardness before Beomgyu grabbed his shirt and dragged him to the computer across the room, which of course wasn’t that far with how small the studio was. You still missed the comfort of his hand on your shoulder, now feeling very alone while facing people that may potentially hate your existence. 

Still, you had to make at least some effort, right?

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you offered, voice smaller than you meant for it to be. 

A series of greetings sounded from them, some softening at your tone, while others were unmoved. It was difficult to gauge their general feelings on your presence, which only seemed to make you more nervous. 

Taehyung broke off from the group to stand closer, a boxy smile aimed right at you. You tried not to, but even you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling his almost perfectly structured face and the tousled hair that fell so effortlessly across his forehead when he moved.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly at his excitement. If you hadn’t been so timid, you might have noticed his lingering gaze on your features, “this is all so cool, isn’t it?”

You’d never really thought about it like that, your views on the situation being controlled entirely by your nerves up until now. But when he put it that way… you supposed he was right, it was kind of cool. 

“I guess so,” you admitted, slowly warming up to the idea. 

“I mean, seriously, this is so crazy!” He continued on, facing the other members,“it’s not everyday a group gets a new member three years in - and that too a girl! This is kinda uncharted territory, you know?”

“That’s what makes it a bit scary,” you admitted with a chuckle. You noticed Jimin’s eyes soften at your words and his lips part to say something, but before he could, Jungkook piped up from behind Seokjin’s broad shoulders.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/L/N Y/N, would you?” He asked, his tone almost as shy as yours. You honestly hadn’t even realised he was there, but now that you had, you took in his doe eyes and ruffled dark brown hair. He kept having to push the silky locks out of his eyes, a motion you found insanely distracting. 

You nodded mindlessly, distantly surprised that he knew your last name without offering it. 

“Oh. Cool,” he nodded. Then he noticed your questioning look and quickly rushed to explain, “I think I’ve, um, heard your name somewhere.”

Seokjin’s gaze narrowed as he looked back at the younger boy, “hey, wait. Isn’t that the artist Jungkook listens to like all the time-?”

“So what’s your position?” Jungkook interrupted quickly, a bright shade of pink engulfing the sides of his neck. 

You blinked at Jungkook’s sudden change of topic, though you didn’t miss the slight panic in his expression. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, slightly amused by his reaction. Seokjin’s comment had not gone unnoticed by you; the fact that Jungkook liked your music was a comforting thought. 

“Vocalist,” you replied, deciding not to tease him over it, which elicited a look of relief on Jungkook’s face, “though Hyowon has said I’ll be doing so much harmonisation work with Seokjin and Jimin that it might as well be my actual position.”

Seokjin chuckled quietly, his plump lips spreading into a charming smile, though his gaze didn’t meet yours. In fact, you started to notice that he was keeping his gaze strictly on the other members even as you spoke. 

“Good, it’ll finally get him off our backs,” Yoongi muttered, revealing a much more laid back personality instead of the cold persona he seemed to emit on camera, “I’m a rapper and that man still tries to get me to put in a couple high notes.”

Hyowon turned from the mixing desk to face the group with an evidently offended huff, reminding you of the producers’ presence. 

“You all complain now, but just wait until you hear the final product. You’ll be thanking me.”

“Sure,” Yoongi deadpanned, turning to you once again, “can you rap?”

You tilted your head in thought. 

“I think I can hold my own if I had to, though it’s not really my style.”

“That’s fine, you’re one of us vocalists,” Taehyung waved his hand around dramatically, throwing a possessive arm around your shoulder as he eyed Yoongi, “no one wants to be one of the rappers anyway.”

“Weren’t you just yesterday begging Namjoon to let you on Cypher?” Jimin raised a brow.

“No.”

“Do you dance, Y/N?” Hoseok asked, interrupting the ridiculous conversation before it turned into a fight, though the way he leaned forward made it clear he was very interested in your answer. 

That question had you nervously rocking against your heels, a hesitant breath escaping your lips before you replied, “definitely not as good as you guys, but I’m ready to put in a ton of work to get better, I swear.”

Unlike the look of displeasure you expected, Hoseok nodded in your direction with a satisfied smile. It was a relief that he was willing to at least give you a chance before jumping to disdain. His gaze lingered as he scanned you from head to toe, assessing your potential with intensity.

“Hard work is a must,” Namjoon emphasised, the first time he’d spoken since walking into the room. Even though no one had been speaking, it felt as though a hush had washed over the group, a testament to the weight of his words as a leader. You’d been noticing Namjoon staring at you from the beginning, the look not exactly scorn, but not very inviting either. It made you squirm in your spot, doubt creeping into your thoughts, “being a soloist is pretty different from being in a group, which means you’ll have to put in a lot of hard work - it’s not going to be easy.”

You straightened, feeling as though you were being tested, “I understand completely. I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready to put in the work. You don’t have to worry about me being a drain.”

Namjoon’s hard gaze flickered before he regarded you for a moment, no indication as to whether you had passed his mini “test” or not, “alright.”

A soft hand squeezed your shoulder gently, belonging to none other than Jimin. The proximity of his warm eyes made your face heat, something Jimin seemed to notice. His smile became teasing, “don’t say that, no one here thinks that you’re a drain. I think you’re going to do great. And if you have any questions don’t hesitate to-”

“I have a question actually,” Namjoon’s voice sounded once again, gaze still trained on you. You couldn’t help but feel a wave of tension run through you every time he spoke, “I’m curious to know why you agreed to this whole thing.”

You pursed your lips, not entirely sure how to reply. On one hand, you didn’t mind telling them about your plan, in fact, you bet they’d be relieved to hear it. But on the other hand, you were slightly afraid that they might think you were using them - which technically speaking you were, but also technically speaking they were using you too. It was an odd predicament.

“My solo career wasn’t doing as well as I had wished it would - plus, the excitement of something new mostly,” you offered. Only half the truth, but just enough to relieve you of your guilty conscience. 

“Well, the contract’s been signed and you’re here now, so you’re one of us,” Taehyung exclaimed, and you couldn’t help but be grateful for how welcoming he’d been since the start. Not that the others haven’t, Jimin’s presence had been like a warm blanket while Jungkook’s secret admiration had been an honour. And you completely understood everyone else’s hesitation, you’d be weirded out too if someone was randomly added to your group three years later. Still, the warm welcomes had made you insanely grateful. 

Taehyung steered you towards the door of the studio, “and what better way to celebrate than to eat some steaming barbeque and noodles.”

“Oh oka-” You barely had time to answer before you were being steered out the door by an enthusiastic Taehyung, the rest shrugging before following behind with casual chatter and mumbles. Soon the studio was empty, no one but Namjoon, Beomgyu, and Hyowon left. 

Namjoon stood with his hands crossed over his chest, gaze fixed on the door when he spoke.

“The contract’s already signed, huh?” he repeated, gaze shifting to the other two men in the room, “and what if we had said no?”

“Namjoon,” Beomgyu pleaded, his face falling, “please don’t make this harder than it has to be…”

Namjoon’s gaze softened, realising that he was directing his anger onto the wrong people, “sorry. I know this isn’t on you, man.”

“Come on, Joon,” Hyowon said, feeling bad for his friend, “she seems nice, and she’s got an incredible voice. You may not like the situation, but at least she’ll be a good addition to the group, no?”

Namjoon’s gaze strayed back to the open door, letting his thoughts whirl around in his head. He didn’t want to voice them out loud because, technically speaking, he didn’t really have any tangible evidence that went against what Hyowon was saying yet.

He uncrossed his arms with a sigh.  

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

[angelgraphica]

THATORCHIA: c.beomgyu

that-or-key-uh

{the bitter acceptance of the knowledge that god will let you near but he won’t let you stay}

synopsis: an utterly obsessed fan catches beomgyu’s eye.

warnings!: smut, smut but with plot, disturbing (?) in a way??

wc: 8.4k

with packed schedules and constant traveling, he barely had any time to himself. it felt as if he was floating through the days, borderline dead. he could only thank the lord that his eye-bags weren’t so bad to the point where he couldn’t cover them up. eyes became duller, his skin breaking out in small sections. he needed a change after straight three months of practice, recording, and shows. it became a loop after a while.

everyone knew that idols being in relationships was taboo. it’s a controversial subject, a subject that beomgyu gets so surprised over whenever he sees his fans arguing with one-another debating whether a idol is dating a person— it scared him from being in a relationship at all. he hasn’t tried to pursue anything in almost a year too. sometimes he thinks back to his cringy high school crushes and girlfriends. to his first kisses, first promises to get married, his first everything. sometimes he misses the starry-eyed, obsessive devotion from a relationship.

the last relationship he had was when they debuted. it didn’t work cause of his ambition to his career, loss of time, not to mention the strict rule to not date anyone once you’re officially under the label. it ended with tears, his partner undoubtedly upset, yelling and apologizing— he knows all they wanted was time, and he wished he could’ve given that. but god, he was newly debuted with interviews filling up his schedules. it wouldn’t work if they tried, and he really did. devastating, yes. but he had ways to fill that void, the only times it really brought him down after the whole situation was when he put his head on his pillow to sleep. it was pretty messy.

of course he missed the love and affection from love; love itself was a beauty. hearts in such eyes and sweet nothings, passionate and undeserving. it’s what makes the world go ‘round. the yearn for affection is something that all people wish for. he loves his fans, it being reciprocated was probably the best thing he could ever dream for. being famous as much as he was, was something that people want so badly. don’t ever get him mixed up for ever being ungrateful for the position he was in.

only thing that was hindering him in such a moment, was that his libido was a curse to him. a damnation of something that was out of his control. he rebuked it all, he really did. a sin to everything he believed in, he felt damp and dirty inside. like a beautiful town-house in italy, rotting away with time, dust collecting on every abandoned surface.

at night when it would be dark and way past when he was supposed to be sleeping, his members next door with thin hotel walls that didn’t cover a thing, he’d be in fetal position with the freshly cleaned comforter bundled around him— eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched. a bead of sweat going down his pretty, graceful face. even after a long day of work, his energy depleted and used to the max, it’s like his body draws some from the deep depths of his soul. ashamed and bothered, he’d try and go to sleep with a painful stiffness that radiated throughout his body. dirty. that was the word to find reason in the situation.

he thought maybe it was his body was trying to find him ways to blow off steam. like an overworked engine: his stress levels too high, and sometimes even, though rarely, taking it out on the members. which he never failed to apologized for. yet his body felt exhausted, back muscles always tense and feeling like perishing whenever he would bend down. he knew lust was never the answer, which is why he was desperate for a change. he just really wanted a break.

at the end of the day, he chose this life— he knows what he signed up for. the stressful, yet beauty of the work were almost over and then he’d be able to relax with the people he held closest to. be able to lay in bed for however long he desired. living lavishly but knowing how hard he worked for it. thinking about it just felt rewarding.

but he has to focus on the now. it was either having a sleepless night or do something about it. his hands hesitantly trailing down the sleep shirt he wears, testing it almost. until he reaches the band of his shorts. too lazy to even bring them down, seeing how it felt wrapped around it. which always made his body twitch. having to stop a few times from his hand tensing up too much at the mere speed. the veins in his hands sticking out gripping with such neediness, pillow over his face to muffle whatever sounds he makes— until the pooled-up beads on his tip turn into ropes in his underwear. he’d finish off with a harsh grunt, his palm now covered in his secrete.

his hair now separating from the sweat accumulating on his face. panting, basically gasping for air almost from the lack of oxygen his pillow gave. he decided it was time to take yet another shower.

he wondered if his right hand became noticeably stronger after a certain point, and maybe it’d improve his stamina, funny enough. finding people to hook-up and stay with was a big problem. usually he doesn’t talk about sex with his friends, they talk about any other subject. more times than not, it’s yeonjun mostly talking about it, joking about his experiences: “she tied me up n’ shit!” naughty words coming out from a mouth who he’d least expect, but it brought a laugh out in him. a conversation was brought up with soobin. which ended up not being a very productive conversation, his answer was “i never have time, nor the energy to even do anything.”

he figured. soobin was a conserved guy, rarely making jokes about the subject. he also mentioned off-handedly that it wasn’t particularly a necessity for him. just something to indulge in once in a while, which beomgyu agreed with. he felt like a horn-ball of a teenage boy again. he was getting tired of the cold showers. and the last thing beomgyu wants is to be obsessed with sex. he doesn’t want to be like that, but jesus— he’s tired of having to deal with his.. problems. he didn’t want his body to be greedy for that kind of high, wanting every last drop of it like a man stranded in the middle of a desert.

maybe his brain is scrabbled and the chemicals in his body is messed up. he tried to reason with himself, hormones off balance cause he hasn’t been able to take care of himself in a hot minute. didn’t have much time to think about it anyways, and it’s such a unnecessary thing to be worrying about. he felt guilty about it, just the tiniest bit. a little touch-starved, is all.

only three times has he been able to have sex over the span of his five year career of being an idol. twice with the same girl, and once with an underground idol he met at a club. purple and red strobe lights, the smell of alcohol in the air and in their breaths. the bass of the music shaking of walls, and her dancing against him testing his limits— which didn’t take much. with too much disturbance in such a loud place, they took it outside. which led to them going for 2 hours in his car, blacked out tints that turned foggy not showing a thing. faces smushed and desperate pants against each others’ mouths. when he woke up the next morning, recalling the whole night vaguely, he knew what he did. and was it something that he liked to think back to, like a guilty pleasure. but it definitely cooled him off for a few weeks, jokes rolling off his tongue with ease. not messing up with choreography during practice, which he barely did in the first place. he felt smooth.

he knows a few idols that have their own sex partners, but contracts are a must if you wanna do that. beomgyu has morals and thinks a bit more highly of himself, as humble as he was. if he ever got to a point where he needed someone to sign an nda, he’d hope someone would knock some sense into him. thinking the whole situation would be embarrassing. he can feel himself wincing asking his legal team to help with such a thing.

he had a day off after an awards show, after confetti falling through the hot air and the crowds cheering for their favorites. he watched many groups that he’s been meaning to watch perform that night. champagne in his system, maybe a little sweaty but conversation came easy. a fun night indeed. but the night after was when everyone really felt the prostration and fatigue.

they were staying in a hotel. high-rise, big windows that overlook the bustling city, their own personal bathrooms, and a pretty big living space. a whole suite to each of them. compared to others he’s been in, this is considered luxurious. not that he’s usually given shitty hotels, but it was probably just because they were gonna have to stay in here for a while. and since all their business is around here which is not very close towards their dorms. they quickly made it feel like home though, the clean smell and fresh sheets were always rewarding after a long day.

after the event the group wasn’t able to get back to the hotel until three am, and as soon as beomgyu’s body hit the mattress—he slept for 12 hours straight. when he woke up, it was a bit disorienting. he didn’t know what time it was, his mouth terribly dry, and somehow very sweaty. he figured he got his well-needed sleep.

later in the day he got a little antsy. he needed a way to connect with society that didn’t involve his work. every time he went on his phone, he’d just see his group “tomorrow x together” and each time he did, he sighed. he doesn’t like to watch videos of his performances, unless he absolutely has to, because he ends up critiquing himself too much no matter how well he did. it was a habit that he needed to break. he rolls out of bed, looking in the mirror to see his state, and made his mind up: he needs to get out.

next door was kai’s room, lay-out similar but almost the same to his. kai had let him know that soobin and taehyun were gonna be in there, just incase he heard disturbances and wondered what was going on. kai was always considerate like that, which he appreciated. he figured yeonjun was resting, considering he barely saw him today other than when they ordered food. he makes a mental note to check on him later.

he walks in, taehyun on the floor scrolling on his phone while kai and soobin do the same laying on the mini couch sat up against the floor-to-ceiling window. from how everyones face looks somehow brighter than yesterday, he knows that he wasn’t the only one who slept well.

clearing his throat, he announced “i’m going to the convenience store.” no one but taehyun looking up from what they were doing. “you sure? it’s pretty late out.” beomgyu looks out the window to see that, it indeed is late. the sun’s absence is clear, a few stars twinkling bright yet they were the only ones that could be seen. it was probably due to the light pollution this city has.

“yeah. i’ll wear a hat and a mask. should be fine.” beomgyu says, running his hands through his hair. taehyun frowns. “i can come with you?” he offers, but beomgyu shuts it down. “no need. i’ll be back.” he finalizes, and leaves the door with a click of the door. he walks back to his hotel, quickly grabbing a black cap and a surgical mask. before leaving, he looks in the mirror— he was certain that no one could recognize him, after all he’s not even wearing makeup. just has a dark— maybe navy— blue sweatshirt that swallows his frame with some black wide leg sweatpants.

while walking towards the elevator, his eyebrows furrow at taehyun’s comment. “i can come with you?” he knows it means nothing, but he’s an adult and more-than capable to go to a convenience store that’s just across the street alone. he sighs, knowing he’s just been around them for too long, shaking his head subconsciously to try and shake off the slight annoyance.

once he makes it outside and out the front of the hotel, he feels the cool breeze of the night going through his mask. a nice reminder of the environment around him. the darkness enveloping the world, yet the city lights brighten up the place. he keeps his head down and joins the slight crowd of people waiting next to the cross-walk until the sign says the ‘ok’ to cross. he can slightly smell the making of foods that the wind brings from all the shops in the street, one that reminds him of what he had earlier today. he figured that one of the members must’ve gotten it around here.

it only makes him wonder what he’ll get from the store, a multitude of options popping up in his head as ideas.

like a light bulb went off on the top of his head, he pulls his phone out from his pocket, typing away at his phone; asking his members if they would like anything: “let me know if you want anything from the store” after he sends it, he stares at the screen for a second, seeing text bubbles pop up. it takes him a second before realizing the people around him are beginning to walk forward— his head looking up and seeing that the cross-walk sign did change, and quickly putting his phone back into his pocket to walk with them.

feeling the buzzes in his pocket, he knows he’ll have to get more than what he intended. the patters of people walking around him with the bustling of the streets feeling more therapeutic than he expected, he can’t help but let out a sigh in relief. pushing onto the top of the curb to finally make it to the other side, the convenience store sign now in view.

he looks around his surroundings, realizing it’s been a while since he’s been out like this. him and his members oftenly avoid going out like this, but it’s pretty peaceful. he has noticed that his members have some sort of paranoia going out in public alone. usually keeping it peaceful within his life and cooped up when he has the time off, bet-rotting has been the go-to. he doesn’t blame his members, being harassed by fans, if you’d wanna call them that, is something no one ever gets used to.

but being ‘free’ like this is nice. not like he isn’t free, but a change of scenery is needed sometimes. he makes a mental note to tell them how it feels.

there’s people littered around the city life. a variety of styles he’s seen, posing for pictures or probably about to go out with friends. he walks by restaurants with outdoor seating, people in deep conversations and just updating their peers on how life is— something that he usually takes for granted. life moves too fast for his liking, even if his days are filled with busy schedules.

don’t get him wrong, he loves his job, and his dearest fans. but he couldn’t help but feel a little envious. it’s been a while since he’d gone out with his members, remembering all the times they’ve drank to the point of stumbling— yet making a joke out of it the entire time. or even doing the most random stuff, like the time back at their dorms him and kai made a huge pillow fort in their living room. they went to bed that night just to wake up to it completely demolished, and no one fessed up to it. to this day, he still wonders who ended doing it.

he has to bite his lip behind his mask to stifle a laugh once he remembered something funny, sucking in breath to keep it together.

he pushes the glass door open after arriving, the automatic bell telling the workers that someone has came in ringing through the store. he begins to look at the signs above to see each designated isle, pulling his phone out from his pocket again to see what the members have asked him to buy.

spotting the candy isle, the last and far-back isle in the store. he read that soobin wanted something sweet. “preferably gummy, surprise me.” the last line of his text read. thankfully, he’s known him long enough to have an idea of what he’d like. he stops at the section, and leans down to see all the options. his hands grab some to read more closely. starbusts? no, not gummy. he puts it down and brings up another kind. he examines the gummy worms, thinking these will do but sees a different brand he’d probably like more.

while he’s in his thoughts, it’s slightly disrupted by footsteps behind him, and he whips his head around to see you.

white dress with delicate lacing, it almost knocked the wind out of him. tight in the places to show curves and the most beautiful parts of your body. he thought it a bit scandalous to wear out at night, cleavage showing and the shortness of it not leaving much to the imagination. your hair is done and lip-gloss shining in the white-light of the convenience store. he’s constantly around attractive people, he’s even acknowledged that. there was something about you though, nothing he’s ever seen before. your phone in hand, and you’re very much into it, your beautiful nails quietly clacking against the glass screen of your phone.

he doesn’t catch himself staring until you slowly turn around to lock eyes with him, your body turning with it slightly. his eyes dart to the phone in your hand, case clear and with his photo card in the back of it. painted on pink hearts around it, he couldn’t see anything else while your hand was holding it though. his head whips back to the shelf. you were a fan of his, and you just caught him staring. to all hell, checking you out like it was the candy in his palm. suddenly becoming very conscious of himself, he decides to just hurry and grab his stuff to leave quickly.

he looks back at the task at hand, shifting his feet closer towards the shelves of the candy trying to get as much distance between the person behind him and himself. beginning to reach out for the gummy-worms, he hears something that makes him stop what he’s doing and freeze.

“beomgyu?” you drawl out, breathily but unreadable. his head twitches, as if he was trying to resist moving his head towards the sound of his name. he hears quick steps to the side of him. suddenly, your face is in view in his peripheral, his neck moving to become face to face with yours. and his eyes meet with yours yet again, looking down at you. his blood runs cold.

“oh my god..” you breathe out, your hands coming up to your cheeks. the admiration twinkling in your eyes, whilst his stomach drops even more than before, how could you.. “oh my goooooD—“ you begin, rising in volume, but then a hand is clamped out your mouth. how could you even recognize it was him? he’s wearing a mask, not to mention even a hat to try and cover his eyes. which didn’t work, when you met them just a moment ago and now. his body moved by instinct, thoughts jumbled and adrenaline at an all time high. it takes him a second to realize that it was him putting his hand over your mouth.

“shh! im sorry! i..” he stutters, swallowing harshly. his eyes darting between yours, realizing how unprofessional this is right now. embarrassment creeping up his neck, trying to assess what’s happening while your eyes are shut close from the harshness of his grip. this could cost his job, everything, if he was ever seen handling a fan like this. but he feels like everything would go horribly wrong if he took his hand off, the last thing he needs is attention being grabbed. you screaming won’t help either.

you blink up at him, doe-eyed like. eyebrows furrowed a little, but the blush from your cheeks peek up above his hand— which is swallowing your face. he puts his lips into a thin line underneath his mask, trying to think of what to do. your sweet perfume invades his senses, thoughts becoming even more irrational and by the minute he’s turning more into a nervous wreck. “i.. i’m just a really big fan..” you say, muffled by his hand. once you say that though, it slowly drops from your face and onto your shoulder.

a sweet, almost sour looking smile on your face. like you were about to cry while smiling. like you’ve been waiting to experience this you’re whole life. it threw him for a loop, it was almost disturbing to look at. he sighs, wiping the sweat on his palms onto his sweatpants. looking everywhere but you, he speaks up faster than he anticipated. “look— i’m so sorry. completely out of line. uhm, we could take a picture together—“

his sentence was cut short by you giving him a tight embrace. one that makes him stumble a bit, but his foot catches his balance. your head tight against his chest, heart beat rising into overdrive, he was sure you could hear it with how crazy it was going as close-up against you were to him. his flight or fight instinct confusing so he stood still. completely still.

“beomgyu..” you drawl, in a hushed tone. “i’ve dreamt of this day. oh how i’ve wished.” you say against him, your breath a little crazy. he could hear the unhinged-esce tone of your voice.

he swallows, mouth gone dry and his arms against his side not reciprocating the hug at all. this was everything going on at once, the worst case scenario. “you are everything i’ve ever dreamed for. i mean,” you let go the littlest bit to look up at his face, after yours has been smushed against his chest the entire time. his eyes were squinting by the furrow of his eyebrows. he was sure he looked as disturbed he felt, but you laugh, softly and almost melodious. that crazy under-tone having him fighting off a chill.

it was like you didn’t care. you didn’t care about anything else but him. you looked up at him with such eyes, like he was your god. something that you’ve devoted so much to and worshipped. he wasn’t sure whether he was lucky or unlucky that these isles were located in a secluded part in the store, far back where the coolers were. “words can’t.. even explain. words could never.. ever explain how i feel about.. about you!” you get out with shaky breath. he could feel you trembling a little bit, but god he couldn’t look away from you. his eyes gravitating towards your love-sicken face.

your hands once wrapped around his torso, were now exploring it. an invasion, yes, but his body made no move to take your hands off him. he twitches, letting in a sharp inhale. while you gasp softly, but audibly. “i love, love, love you. i love you so much my heart hurts.” you mumble out, your eyes darting all over him. hands going to the front of his chest, he was still frozen. he should’ve pushed you off him, called you out for your insanity, and ran back to the hotel. maybe even alert the cashier— anything. anything else would be the right answer.

but. that didn’t feel right. nothing about this was righteous or good.

“yeah..” he drawls out, coming out weirdly monotonous. his chest rising, he could feel himself getting hot underneath the mask. it was like his body felt numb, his nerves too on fire to even process anything. hell, this has never happened to him. standing in shock, worse than any stage fright he’s ever had. he hated that all he could feel right now was you against him, how disturbed and confused he was but was getting hotter by the second. his body getting stiffer but a certain part even more than the rest.

this couldn’t be happening. this can’t be happening. god, please. not right now. he began to pray to whoever was listening in his head, feeling sweat bead up on his forehead, the underneaths of his arms even worse. “i’ll do anything for you.” you say, adoration and obsession dripping at the sound of your voice. he could’ve sworn he almost missed everything you were saying with how loud his heart was pumping in his ears, ‘sometimes he misses the starry-eyed, obsessive devotion from a relationship.’

obsessive. god were you an obsessive, creep, nuisance of a fan who knew no boundaries. starry-eyed and devoted. willing to give up anything for your number one favorite. yet something called for him, like someone flicked a switch on. mental barriers collapsing, turning into something that he’s never been before. like a wolf underneath a full moon. howling out into the night sky. something that gave his self-respect away, and every good bone in his body. something that made him ask you: “are you alone?” mouth saying stuff before his brain could even process it. which you shook your head ‘no’ vigorously at.

“no, of course no.” you say quickly, before uttering “it’s just me and you.” your face serious with curiousity lacing your features, now and searching his face— or what you could see from it.

he swallows again, dry mouth not getting any better. like he was on autopilot, he began speaking again. he was testing the limits of this situation; like they were any in the first place. “if you were to come with me,” he drags, only aware of how low and barely so with the husk in his voice, throat vibrating throughout his body, “would you promise me not to tell a single soul?” he looked back at you seriously this time, eyes switching between how your breasts were pressed against him so sinfully and how glossy your lips were. he wondered if you knew his intentions. if you could make yourself useful.

like the angel and the devil were on his shoulder telling him what to do, he was completely deaf in the ear where the angel was. rather, speaking with his dick than with his common sense. this was wrong. too wrong. so wrong, to the point where he’s about to use this gorgeous, too-pretty-for-her-own-good, willing and totally infatuated fan who showed up at the worst time for his foolish desires. it was risky, immoral, and nothing he should even think about doing.

never would he have ever thought to get to a point of desperation like this, but when you say “i’d keep anything to the grave with me if you ever wanted me to.” his body get even hotter than before, his dick harder than it’s ever been before. forget what he believes in, the immoralness of the whole thing was only adding fuel to his raging fire.

he grabs your wrist and looks around the store for a bathroom, thankfully, or maybe not-so thankfully, there was one right by the both of you. with strides that he felt you were stumbling with, he enters the family bathroom with you in it.

surprisingly clean, it’s obvious no one comes in here. he locks the door, hoping, just slightly. that no one just saw you both enter. it doesn’t take him long to get you pressed against him and the wall, holding you up by the thighs and desperately rubbing the aching hardness in his pants against you— which he was sure you could feel so clearly through the soft plush of his sweatpants. your tiny little dress, riding up to where he can see the soft cotton of your panties and the outline of you stuck to it. he grunts and you let out pretty little noises that are like music to his ears. “please. i wanna see you. no mask, please?” you beg, like it’s your one and only wish in life.

he does so with no hesitation, unhooking it behind his ears and sliding off his hat— throwing it somewhere behind him. your hands come up to his face, gentler than how you were before. pushing his hair out of his face, way different from when you were holding onto him like he’d get away. you held his face it’s a piece of art that you don’t want to accidentally break. which only makes him grind into your frame harder, slow to release the tension and has you holding onto his shoulders for support with grip.

you connect your lips with his, uncoordinated at first and filled with neediness and want. it turns sloppy, your lips tasting sweet like cherry. his hands now gripping the plush of your hips, sure that it’ll leave bruises, with your hands traveling up to his hair. pulling in a way that releases the tension in his body, like a refresh. to his body, and his brain— god did it refresh his brain, because he stopped. completely stopped doing anything.

“this..” he begins, his lungs a little out of breath from the rough kissing, he could feel your breath on his lips. “this isn’t right.” he says, gently putting you down on the floor, his pants still feeling bothersome. everything came crashing down on him all at once, like he came to his senses. what a disgusting, ungraceful being he felt.

your face contorted into worry. “what? no, no! come on..” you take his hand. “you already kissed me. why would you back out now?” your tone accusatory. which you were right, he was already foot-deep into this. his other hand comes up to his hair, his nose scrunching when he slightly pulls on it. “we both know this isn’t right. come on. i’m..” he stutters again, his face flushed and the proximity was making him sick.

“i’m sorry for dragging you in like this— this isn’t right. at all.” he says, backing away, his hand reaching to unlock the door. which you quickly stop. “beomgyu” you whine out, which makes him clench his jaw in agony. “let me take care of you.” you say, careful with your words. it was obvious you wanted this, from how you reacted this, you wanted it so badly. “i’ll be gentle?”

you walk up to him, almost timidly until his back is against the door of the bathroom. you stare at his face, while he stares back— his eyebrow slightly raised to see what you’ll do next. your hands reach up to his shoulders, massaging them one time to assure him, before they travel down. your nails, digging comfortably through his sweatshirt, and the farther you travel your hands down, the more your knees drop. until they’ve reached the tiled floor.

the entire time, you stay looking up at him with your pretty eyes, that he felt so much guilt for. he swallows, continuing to watch you. deciding, although hesitantly just based on his morals, to let you do what you wanna do. your hands stay at the sides of his hips, until one guides towards the huge tent between his legs. which he hisses to once you palm him.

you smile once you hear him, pressing your hand against him, running it down between your fingers. you do it again, earning another hiss, this time you go down with you nails which rewards you a grunt. you lean in, your lips no longer having the gloss from before, kissing his inner thighs and around the area— you weren’t lying about being gentle. until you finally get to the problem itself, leaving a long smooth to it. you feel him twitch through the thick linen and against your lips.

you begin to mouth at the area, occasionally nuzzling your cheeks against it. all he could to was stand there and watch the eye-catching performing right below him, his vision sometimes wandering but he could never not seem to stay focused on you. you were entrancing, taking in the noises that you loved to hear oh-so much. your eyes closing whenever your face was needily pressed against him, blinking up to him every once in a while. fuck did he love it with his whole being.

the slight pull to his pants begins, until they drop to his knees. you stare lovingly at what’s in front of you, swallowing down the salivation in your mouth. doesn’t take you long to pull down the last layer, but it felt painstakingly so. until the hot and hard shaft of his sprang up— pre-cum evident at his pinkish-brown tip. you lick your lips, “god you’re big. always knew you were.” you coo, kissing the lip to taste test his cum. which sent burning shocks up his body, he whips his head up from the sensation. adam’s apple bobbing. he was so hyper-sensitive.

“and you taste good.” you add on. before sending deep and suctioned kisses from the base and all the way up back to where you started. which only made him shiver. “can you take me in? fully?” he half-whispered. voice a little pained like he’s holding back, but submission at the tone of it. and you answer his question with a lick of his swollen tip, which he only grunts to. his head rolls back to beneath him, seeing you cutely kitten-lick all around him. you tap him against your tongue, the noises filling the family bathroom. he bites his lips to hold back a moan.

you start out slow, lips greedily around the tip of him. sucking off any of his secretions that he had on him, before working your way down ever-so slightly down. your head bobbing back and forth, transcending deeper into your throat. until you reach the base, feeling him twitch in your mouth while you gag and he curses in pleasure. you spit, your saliva dripping from your lips and onto your hand, and pump it a few times before you grip the base and begin working on him.

he was never one for head, but this was way different than what he remembered. you greedily take him in, feeling your throat flutter around him, but don’t take any time to continue going up and down. occasionally, he lets out some winces and some praise. it’s slow, and full of love. he loved this, as guilty as he felt.

slurping sounds and gags, obsence sounds echo. it’s not long until he feels himself about to release, and he taps the top of your head— before letting his hand rest of the top of it. gripping it with force that makes you feel euphoric. “shit.” he lets out with heavy breaths. “i’m..” swallowing, “i’m gonna cum soon.”

you go a little faster, keeping it repetitive and he can’t help but feel blissful. “i’m gonna, fuck fuck fuck—“ he lets out, twitching even more, legs shaking and thighs tensing. you can feel it, god he’s gonna let it out. so so close, he’s so close—

then you release from him, panting audibly with spit on your chin. all feeling being ripped away from him violently, head still dizzy. it takes him a bit to realize what has happened, and all you do is look up at him, a smile slowly creeping onto your lips. he looks back. confused, bothered, and stupidly horny. “you..” he begins. did you really just edge him from his own orgasm? “come on, it can’t be wasted just yet?” you say, head tilting at him so innocently. which only makes him sigh out a bigger breath, “you’re evil.” he says, running his hands through his hair to try and level himself.

you only laugh at that. which in return he groans, his hand switching from his hair to down his face. “get up.” he says, and you oblige. immediately standing to your feet, eyes still locked on him. still panting, he runs through your hair. your head leaning towards his gentle touch, goosebumps rising on your skin. “mmm,” you hum out, clearly enjoying it. “rewarding me after such an evil thing..” you say, laughing a little bit. “didn’t know you liked that, but—“

he grabs a fistful, it doesn’t hurt particulary but it’s rough. and he smashes your face into the door, you yelping a little bit. hands up on the door as if you tried bracing yourself, but it was a quick and fast movement. happening in just a blink of an eye. you continue to giggle, cheek smushed up against the thick door as he swiftly gets behind you, putting his hand on your lower back to make you arch.

“think everythings’ just a game, huh?” he says, taunting as he lets go of your hair and pulls your dress up to your back. ass fulling in view and your panties thoroughly soaked, he drinks up the art in-front of him with his eyes. caressing the soft plush of your ass before landing a loud smack that makes you gasp. he massages the area to soothe the stinging feeling he just inflicted. now the one smiling and making a joke out of you. “look at that,” he says, smacking again, harder this time and soothing it once more. “switching up now?” he taunts, and you pout as best you could with your face being pressed up, whine’s slipping through your pretty lips.

“well,” you breathe out, before he lands another smack. which you hiccup air to and twitch against him. “i could— say the same for you.” the irony of this situation, you can’t help the smile that shows your canines. he ticks his tongue, not liking the attitude that you’re suddenly having. he’ll make you pay for ripping away his own orgasm— even if he did love it.

his hands travel down to the band of your panties, toying with them. a solid color, navy with delicate stitching. he loops his index finger between your skin and the cloth, ripping your panties down violently. a string of slick comes with it, your pussy now revealed to the cool air glistening and yearning for attention. he’s gotta blink a few times to see what he’s looking at, your thighs rubbing together in embarrassment. “fuck, why don’t you look at that..” he coos, examining like it’s a piece of beautiful art.

bringing his middle finger to caress the warm, stickiness between your folds. you jerk, letting out a noise so pornographic that he has to do something about it now.

he doesn’t wait a second to line himself up with you, jerking himself off with whatever slick and saliva was left on him. he laughs out, “c’mon, you can take it.” chest rising up and down, pumping a few more times before smacking his tip against your hip. “tell me—“ he cuts himself off once he begins his descent into you, and you welcomely swallow his tip, you wincing and whining. squirming underneath him, he loved this view. “tell me you can take it.” he says harshly, slowly entering you inch by inch.

“ah— i can take it” you whine out, the stretch too much to the point of pleasure. intense shocks coarse through both of your bodies, he swallows deeply and harshly. it doesn’t take him long for him to bottom out, length completely taken in, warm and slick around him. it takes him a lot of control to not just bust right now. “that’s what i like to hear.” he whispers against your back, hands now gripped on your hips, before he starts to rock into you.

unlike this entire experience, he takes it slow, feeling every flutter around him and the twitching of his own. you’re noisy, voice filled with praise and encouragement to “keep going!” he’s been able to feel his heart in his ears this entire time, but it quiets down to focus on what noises you make with the different angles he hits. until he hears one sounds that he really likes, and he begins speeding up— unfathomably fast, slapping sounds and your body jiggling erotically.

“i fuckin’ love you so much—“ you moan out, door beginning to shake with the mere force of him going in and out of you. he grunts in return. “yeah? you do? tell me— about it.” he says back, holding back his own noises to utter out that sentence. you can’t seem to get actual words out, but the only sentence he does hear is that: “i’ve masturbated to you so so many times— it’s crazy.” which only makes him go a bit faster. the door now rattling and he’s certain that anyone inside the store can hear them, but he doesn’t care— he only cares at the task at hand.

it’s rough, almost passionate, while being beautiful at the same time. oddly enough, there was something so poetic about this. your hands gripping onto the flat surface of the wooden door, roaming and trying to find anything to hold onto— which there was nothing. he takes one of his hands away from your hips and grab both of your hands to secure behind your back. getting a better feel to use you like his own pleasure toy, he continues to ram into you desperately. sweet moans coming out of him now.

doesn’t take long for him to start feeling that coiling feeling, and he can tell you are as well, with the way you’re gripping the life out of him. “shit— gonna cum, can i come in you baby? could i please do that?” he says quickly, not faltering with his pace at all, and he gets a “yes!” as an answer, lip deep into his lip and his face screwed up. he’s close to the finish line.

you make it before him, whines turning to a stop as if the breath was knocked out of you, squeezing around him like it’s the last thing in your life, and he feels himself releasing into you— thick hot ropes that seemed to never end. this was the most he’s ever came, ever, in his entire life. his orgasm lasting for ten seconds, and now he’s slumped on your back. both of you panting, him hoping the light doesn’t get him with how oxygen-deprived he’s been.

it takes a bit for him to pull out of you, coming out with a lewd pop and his cum dripping out of your used hole. it begins to slide down onto your inner thighs. he stares at it for a while, as if post-nut clarity hits him— he realizes that he should’ve never done this.

the life-consuming guilt hits him quickly. his release in you, god what if you’re pregnant? he didn’t even ask you if you were on the pill, or anything. he did everything too fast, stupidly and without a second thought. this isn’t good at all, not at all. he takes a step back, still looking at you with your ass up in the air. his hands run through his hair again, thick and now almost wet from his sweat.

he reaches down and quickly pulls up his pants, suddenly remembering the things that he has to get for his members and— jesus he’s in a lot of shit right now. he situates himself as you’re still trying to collect yourself. you look so unbelievably fucked-out right now, it makes his cock twitch once more. you fall to the floor, sitting next to the door and looking up at the florescent-lit ceiling. sweat beads down your face, the bathroom mirror now foggy from the mere temperature change in the small space. he puts his hat and mask back on, looking at you with such disgust. not at you particularly, maybe because you pursued him, but mostly with himself. with a die-hard fan, what was he thinking?

your eyes travel back to his face, eyebrows furrowed noticing that he’s all dressed. you open your mouth to talk, but he beats you to it and the only thing he can get out is “i’ve gotta go.” and he doesn’t waste a second to grab onto the bathroom-door handle and leave, shutting the door behind him and abandoning you there. on the bathroom floor, full of him and barely dressed. he refuses to look back, and makes it a point to not look at the cashier as he’s walking out, sure that their face is laced with disappointment. once he leaves the store, he lets a large exhale. he speeds walk down the street, past all the restaurants that he gave thought to. he can’t think about anything else but what he’s just done.

he paranoidly looks behind him, to see if you’re following him at all, and checks his pockets to see if he’s missing anything. which he isn’t thankfully. the walk isn’t long, but it sure as hell felt too long. if this were to ever get out, it would be the end of his career and his members. that’s all they would be known for. he thinks back to all the groups who had a single member that did something absolutely diabolical, and their name being ruined because of it. he’s built so much, for each other and for himself— basically doing that was throwing it all away.

he doesn’t even wait for the crosswalk to say that it’s okay to go, simply looking both ways to see if there’s cars coming, which there weren’t, and running across it. the cool breeze that was once calming to him only cooling him down from the sweat he’s covered in. he hates this feeling, it’s a panick-y and dreadful feeling. he doesn’t know if he ever felt like dying from shame more than right now.

while he walks into the hotel lobby, he relives the whole thing in his head. start to finish, and remembers thinking to himself that this wasn’t right and he needed to stop now. so why did he continue doing it? was he just so desperate for pussy that all the thoughts in his head became incoherent? it doesn’t take him long to get to the hall that him and his members shared, he silently hopes no one comes out of their rooms while he’s trying to get to his. feet fast against the ground, trying to be quiet but the mere pace was like he was stomping.

but like god was against him that night, yeonjun comes out of the room in front of him.

he curses to himself, avoiding eye-contact as much as possible. he tries to speed-walk past him, but a hand catches his shoulder to stop him. “hey, hey, hey dude—“ yeonjun says, voice a bit frantic and confused on why his friend trying to get to his room so quickly. beomgyu stops abruptly and slowly turns around, hesitantly and scared to see his reaction, and his eyes meets yeonjun. which is only laced with worry.

“did something happen when you were out there?” yeonjun asks, eyes wandering his frame and looking behind him. beomgyu’s at a loss for words, truly. there’s no way in hell he could tell his members, or anyone for that matter. “jesus you’re sweaty, and you smell.” he continues, face scrunching and looking at him weirdly. still, beomgyu cannot get a word out and can only bring his eyes to the floor.

he didn’t even think about the way he smelled, he probably smells heavily like your perfume and sex. yeoman goes quiet, grip loosening, and asking a very loud question: “who the fuck did you have sex with?!” his heart sinks, head whipping up to meet his eyes.

“god, no yeonjun—“ he says, eyebrows furrowed and he’s stuttering. “it’s not like that.” he finishes, and yeonjun looks at him accusingly. “dude, you smell like pussy and sex. and also—“ he sniffs one more time, which beomgyu takes a few steps back from and shoos him away. “who’s perfume is that?” he asks, loudly again. he feels so bad, and so embarrassed. most of all shameful. he could only pray that no members heard him saying that, but knowing these thin walls, they most likely did.

he turns around and continues his journey to go back to his room. he fumbles putting his keycard in his door to open it, but once it beeps with conformation that it’s now unlocked, he doesn’t waste a second to get in there.

once his hotel door is closed shut, his breath is wild. he takes his mask and hat off right away to try and level himself— but he can’t. he fucked up big time, so big time it’s unfixable. he’s quick to start running a shower to try and get this stench off of him, hyperconscious of everything. this whole thing is nothing but his fault.

he used you, left you, and god he doesn’t even know your name. all for his own pleasures. he kept telling himself that it wasn’t right at all, he’s still angry at himself for ignoring all those thoughts for some heat-of-the-moment sex with a fan. a fan out of all people. he can’t help but lay his head against the tiled wall, staring at nothing with the water running down his body. he tries to wash off what’s left of you. but even as he’s in bed, he still feels guilt and dirty.

he doesn’t sleep that night. another sleepless night but for different reasons this time, and he hopes his members don’t ask. and he dreads the next morning, as he tries to pretend that he’s falling asleep so that no members bother him.

[oracle-of-dream]

Hiiii I really like your work and yes so anyway here goes nothing !

Could you maybe write a top!yeonjun x bttm male reader ?

Where the reader is the 6th member of txt and the plot is up to you (the reader does have a praise kink, tho ... but other than that, I will let you do as you wish ! )

Getting Close

Minors DNI

Summary: You're the 6th member of TXT, a recent addition to the group, and you're having trouble getting comfortable with the members. As the oldest, Yeonjun takes on the job of caring for the newest member...

Warnings: Male Reader, Top!Yeonjun, Blowjobs, Deepthroat, Cum Drinking, Corruption Kink (lowkey)

Wordcount: 1.9k

The day wasn't too bad but you couldn't help but feel exhausted. It was a photoshoot, an interview, and then you had vocal lessons at the end of the day before being released back to the dorm. You did a lot of work with the other members one-on-one and it felt awkward working with them in less than a whole group setting...

At the photo shoot, you had to work with Taehyun. He was so professional and put together, you felt like a stick figure next to the Mona Lisa. You struggled through the shots with him, trying to lean toward him without being so stiff–but his face never gave away how he was feeling... You wondered if we were annoyed by you slowing him down. Then there was the radio interview with Beomgyu. His personality is something... different. You didn't know how to handle his energy or build off him well, so he spoke for most of the interview. The interviewer commented on your silence, asking if you were introverted. You just agreed with their guess so you'd have to speak less, saving yourself more embarrassment than you were already sitting through. You only remember saying "Hello" and "Goodbye".

Your manager had gotten onto you about trying harder to get progressively better with the group but the members were already so close to each other–there was no space for you...

Lastly, vocal lessons with Yeonjun.

You walked into the practice room, ten minutes early to warm up alone. The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Yeonjun–Hybe's prodigy.

You wrapped up your vocal exercises just as the door opened. You stood up and bowed at the door, not looking at who walked in. "Hello," You muttered nervously.

"There's no need to bow, it's just me," Yeonjun said as he stepped into the room. He had a white jacket, a green tank top, and a white beanie. He smirked at you. "What are you being so cute for?"

You sat down, feeling your ears get warmer. "Sorry–I thought you were the instructor."

"I am your instructor today." Yeojun patted your head as he moved past you to the other seat. "The actual teacher couldn't make it so he told me what you'd been working on and asked me to help you."

"Like–together?"

"Yes, together! We're a team now." You'd always practiced alone with the teacher, even recording your debut–alone in the booth. You'd sang in front of fans and the members already, but only songs you'd spent hours and hours practicing. Yeonjun noticed you hesitating. "Are you nervous? I won't judge you, we're a team." Yeonjun emphasized the team by putting his hand on your thigh and shaking it.

"I know we're a team but–"

"No, buts! We're a team. Period. It takes time to adjust, but all the members are here for you–especially me."

You nodded silently. When you were still a trainee, you loved TXT and their songs were always the best to you. Even for monthly evaluation, you'd do a TXT song. Any time you'd hear they were in the building you'd silently hope you'd catch even a glimpse of them while they moved through their day. On the day you were told that you'd be joining TXT instead of debuting in a new group, your heart soared–not realizing it meant you'd have to be with your favorites all the time. The day you were moved into the dorm, the members looked surprised to see you. Apparently, they'd only been told you were coming earlier that day. It was probably unfair to them how they worked from the ground up and you were added in after they'd already poured so much work into their careers. It was tough not to feel like you were riding their coattails–even fans commented on how your spot was undeserved... But Yeonjun's eyes made you forget that horrible pit that had been sitting in your stomach.

You took a chance. After a deep breath, you asked, "How can I get closer to everyone?" Your eyes were wide with wonder.

Yeonjun smiled at you. "You're so cute... Maybe I don't want you to be close to everyone–why not just me?"

"Uhh–"

"I'm kidding, y/n. You should be close to all of us!" Yeonjun slipped his beanie off and shook out his hair. "We'll try taking it one step at a time. We can start getting closer and work together on getting the others in, okay?"

You knew Yeonjun was flirty on camera with the members, but you didn't know he was flirty off camera too. You couldn't tell if he was being serious or if it was just his personality... "Sure, that sounds good."

"That's great. And I've got a great way for us to get close fast." Yeonjun put his hand out to you. "If you want, then we can do it too. All the boys have done it to get closer to each other."

"Just tell me what I need to do." You took Yeonjun's hand. He immediately placed it on his crotch, pressing it against his half-hard cock. You took your hand back, eyes wide. "O-Oh I–"

Yeonjun gently leaned forward, sliding his hand over yours as he gently placed his lips on yours. "Easy. Take it slow," He instructed as he moved your hand again. Right back where he wanted it. His hips rolled into your hand, forcing his bulge to brush between your fingers as his hands cupped your face to hold you in the kiss. His plump lips tasted like strawberries, and his breath was cool and fresh with a hint of mint. When he pulled away, he looked you deep in your eyes. "Okay?"

You nodded. You didn't know what to do, but you knew that you didn't want to fight against it either.

"We're still in the building, so we don't need to get too involved today. Want my hands or my mouth?"

Your brain malfunctioned at his proposition, still trying to process the kiss.

"Cutie, stick with me. If you leave, how can I make you happy?"

"I don't know what to do..." You awkwardly cupped Yeonjun's bulge, feeling his pulse in your hands.

"Did you want to see mine first? That will make it easier." Yeonjun unbuttoned his pants and leaned back. "Go ahead, take them off. You've got me wherever you want me." Yeonjun's voice was a little deeper and softer, almost whispering. His eyes glazed over as he looked at you, waiting for you to do something. Following his lead, you tug at his pants–opening them enough to show his underwear. "Good boy, now the rest," Yeonjun cooed.

"Are you sure?" You asked for confirmation, but your eyes were still glued to his bulge. Yeonjun knew he had you.

"Only if you want it. I won't force you." Yeonjun started to zip his pants up when you stopped him.

"No! I–We should be closer because we're a team."

He nodded. "Now you're getting it, you're a part of my team. And everyone on the team does this. We can't date, and bringing people home is problematic, so we take care of each other's needs..." He stroked your ear. "Can you take care of me? Or do you need me to take care of you first?" He placed his hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up your thigh watching your expression for discomfort. You moved to the edge of your seat, matching Yeonjun, forcing his hand to touch you. "At the same time, then?"

You nodded as you slipped your hand into Yeonjun's underwear. He did the same, slender fingers dipping past your waistband. His cock's tip peaked out from his boxers and as you stroked him, it stretched further out until he slid his underwear down enough for all of him to stand proudly. Maybe you felt too shy, but you stopped Yeonjun from taking off your underwear.

"Okay, keep them on. I can still touch you like this..." While still stroking your cock, Yeonjun kissed you, squeezing your member every few moves to make you flinch.

You copied him, matching his pace and pattern.

"Oh, an observant boy? I expected you to be more playful like Beomgyu..." Yeonjun chuckled as he kissed your nose. "Can I have more, please?" He stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you seated. His cock, dripping with precum, pointed at you. "Can you suck it, please?" The way he said please make your cock twitch. He wasn't begging, it was more like a strong suggestion. He didn't want to force you to suck his dick, but he really wanted you to do it.

"I can," You said shyly as you leaned forward.

"Thank you, baby. Take your time with it, there's no rush." Yeonjun rubbed your head, letting his hand rest on you as you opened your mouth. You instinctually closed your eyes as you wrapped your lips around him. The feeling of his eyes watching you work was too much, you couldn't look back at him. Your tongue made the first move, swirling around the tip. Yeonjun's moans encouraged you, showing how he enjoyed it. You slowly sank deeper, using your hands to stroke the part that you couldn't cover. "Don't push yourself," Yeonjun moaned. You understood he was trying to be kind, but it made you want to push yourself hearing him be so patient for you. You bobbed your head, moving lower each time until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Jeez, you're so good. It's so deep in there..." His hand that was resting on your head mixed itself in your hair, making you more excited. You deepthroated him, gagging and gurgling on him, making so much noise. "Y/n, p-please, don't hurt yourself. I–fuck," Yeonjun tried to speak but you didn't give him any time to breathe.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him completely.

Yeonjun's eyes bulged as his knees buckled. "I'm cumming, m'cumming! Stop!" He tried to push you off him, even pulling your hair slightly, but you didn't budge as you held him inside your mouth. Yeonjun realized what you wanted and stopped pushing, instead pushing you down. "F-Fine, then drink it all if you want."

You felt his warm cum shooting straight down your throat, his cock pulsing and twitching as his hips rolled his pelvis into your face. Your nose scraped against his stomach a few times and your eyes rolled back–finally opening.

"Such a good boy, so good. The best!" Yeonjun moaned praises repeatedly until you slid him out of your mouth. His knees finally collapsed and dropped him back into his seat. He breathed heavily to catch his breath. "You didn't need to do so much... for me..."

You wiped a few tears out of your eyes. "I wanted to. I liked it. Hearing you tell me how good I did..."

"Oh?" Yeonjun smirked. "Then I'll tell you when you're doing a good job every time. And I'll make sure the others will too."

"The others?"

"Yeah. After today, they'll want to get close to you too..." Yeonjun kissed your cheek. "But remember who's your favorite. And don't forget I was your first in the group."

You nodded, a plush on your cheeks as you cleaned up your own mess. You hadn't even realized you'd stoked yourself to completion while sucking off your bandmate...

[olgiisworld]

The interview // Choi Seungcheol

summary; you and Seungcheol have been a public couple on the media, both of you big artists, him being the leader of the group named Seventeen. Things have been a little rough lately due to lack of communication. You're invited to talk on a podcast about your recent achievements, but when your personal life is mentioned as a topic, you get bitter, and you don't manage to hide it. But how about the consequences?

Y/n x Seungcheol of Seventeen, genre: angst, frustration and unfairness with a hint of fluff in the end.

Word Count; 4,476 (oopsie)

Warnings; swearing

note; it took me months to finish this (mostly because of loss of inspiration, so you might notice inconsistency), but it's nothing special. Although you might like it :) I'd love to see comments! thank you for your support on my Beomgyu one-shot <3 smoochies ♡

it's been a while i've felt like shit. it's been a while i've felt more welcome to talk to the wall than talking to Seungcheol.

talking to Seungcheol seemed so hard for some reason. all we've been doing is fighting or ignoring each other. and that would be okay, if we didn't have each other's house keys.

it is hard to maintain a relationship that happened to go public, when none of you planned it. both me and Seungcheol being public figures really sat bad, especially with his constant need of privacy.

but it is hard. we can't just not leave the house.

that's mostly the reason we've been fighting.

everyday was a circle.

i return back to his apartment, where we had a silent agreement to meet everyday after work. my body and mind exhausted from all the work i've put in the studio. frustration seeping through my body, because of the disagreements i've had with the rest of my colleagues. concern, pain, fatigue, everything coming together, creating this unpleasant expression on my face. i know i seem cold.

but he just sits there. slumped on his couch. eyes fixed on the familiar black box. he cares enough to say "hey, how's work?", but not enough to ask about how I am. so i just shrug my shoulders and walk past him.

that's my life with my 'oh-so-wanted' boyfriend.

i'm a starved woman.

starved from love, from affection, from tenderness, from touch.

just touch.

his touch.

he hasn't touched me in god knows how long. all i get are dead kisses.

the repetition of each day made me feel angry, frustrated, pained, disappointed. made me feel like i was not worthy of him.

and the worst thing is that i cannot communicate my thoughts with the person i love.

he seems so stressed with his upcoming tour, that giving him one more reason to yell will only break him.

so i suffered in silence.

last week's fight was interesting.

a photo of us shopping together started making its way around social media. Seungcheol hated social media. and we both looked quite miserable in the photos, but i don't know if he noticed.

he yelled at me for not being careful enough.

apparently, i was the reason they saw us and they took those fucking pictures. like i enjoy being on strangers' camera rolls.

and i yelled back.

and we fought.

again.

damn it.

i cried so hard and he didn't even try to comfort me.

he didn't even touch me.

he didn't.

he didn't try to reach out.

he wouldn't even touch my hand by mistake.

i was so fed up.

so fed up of not feeling desired by the only person i loved..

the week passed, the same circle repeating itself.

i started going back to my house after work. Seungcheol didn't even try to ask why. he only said "i get that you might need space".

I am the one who needs the space?

i didn't even argue back. i knew where this was going and i felt like i was finally ready.

today, i had an interview.

nothing huge, just a small podcast. friendly podcast.

i wore comfortable clothes and hid my fatigue behind foundation and blush. i was okay with pretending like everything was fine.

it only broke my heart that people assumed "i am the happiest i've ever been". because people can only make assumptions. people only see the pictures. people only see the smiles, the kisses. or even the fatigue. but, "oh, everything is okay, she's got her man".

but what about Seuncheol?

people saw that he was stressed. people saw that he's probably not happy. people really had the audacity to say "i'm not good enough for him"!

like, fuck they know? they know nothing

and he never said anything. he never addressed those comments.

why?

because he believes that "what people say are bullshit"

but it sounded more like i'm not worth a small clarification.

i grabbed my keys and phone, closed my door and headed to the podcast set up.

everything was really friendly.

Alex, a familiar face of mine, would host the show.

i've happened to meet her before, at after-parties and gatherings, so we had talked before. everything was comfortable.

the podcast started shortly after and the talk was great. we also had a drink and a girls' talk that actually helped me take my mind off of my stress.

at one point, she turned to look at me when i sipped a little of my drink.

"so, um, i just.. i wanted to ask a few things, i know you don't really talk about your personal life, and that's why the questions are quite.. generic? you know.. of course, you can tell me to stop"

i felt some concern wash over me, as to what the consequences of this conversation could be. but i shrugged it off with a soft chuckle as i fixed my posture, leaning a little closer to the microphone.

"no, don't worry about it, shoot"

she smiled and read the notes of her phone, taking a quick sip of her drink as well.

''so, what is it like to be in a relationship?"

she looked at me with a small smile.

and all i could do was huff, trying to find an adequate answer.

i leaned back to the microphone.

"honestly? really hard"

Alex shot an eyebrow up in surprise.

"really? why, girl? is it hard for two great artists to live up to everyone's expectations?''

she chuckled and i just shook my head in thought.

i tried to put my thoughts in a row. it's hard to express everything i feel to someone after being so.. alone.

but i felt frustrated and fed up at the moment.

i fidgeted a little on my seat.

"i don't know.. it's not like there are no hardships in a relationship anyway.. it's just.. you can't find a way out of a hardship without communication, or respect. or understanding. there are many elements that have to balance out the hardships of a relationship, you know? at least that's how i view it"

i shrugged, my implication clear.

Alex caught my glimpse.

she nodded and looked at her phone shortly.

"that is really interesting, but everything can work out with love and patience"

i nodded, my smile a little bitter

"i guess.. i can't really tell you"

she tried to play it off with a small chuckle and i forced a smile

"i know you guys don't talk about your relationship, and privacy request is respected. but, not even posting moments on social media.. that's amazing. i actually admire that. it shows how strong your bond can be."

i chuckled, bitterness lingering on my laugh.

"not really. i wouldn't mind posting a picture or two. privacy is very much needed, but it's not like we have something to hide, or something to be so private about.. anyway, i really don't think it's that serious. but everyone has their own point of view."

she nodded, not wanting to pry on the matter, since she noticed my uneasiness.

she read of her notes again.

"does he inspire you to write?'

the question felt like a stab to the heart.

i couldn't say 'he used to'

and i couldn't say 'no' either

but i didn't want to lie.

i took a deep breath, trying to collect my words. i leaned on the microphone one more time.

"i don't really get inspired by real people.. mostly fictional characters, fictional situations.. nothing real. i used to find material from real life but.. i guess, my style changed"

i shrugged and forced a chuckle, trying to shake the feeling off.

Alex nodded and put a smile on her face.

"alright then, let's move on.."

i let out a breath i didn't even know i was holding. i took a sip of my drink, feeling quite relieved that we moved on from that topic.

the rest of the podcast went great, but i was tired and i couldn't wait for it to end.

as soon as we were done, i shook hands with Alex, she informed me about the slight editing she wanted to do, she thanked me and i thanked her back. she said that the episode would be out by the end of the week. i smiled and thanked her for having me. and i left.

i returned to my miserable apartment. the silence defeaning.

i hadn't seen Seungcheol in a week, but he didn't really seem to care.

i just left my shoes and coat next to the couch. i had lost my appetite completely.

i sat on the couch and took my phone in my hand.

i checked some of my messages and i saw Seungcheol's name among the notifications.

'Hey, is everything okay'

again.

not how I am. not if I am okay.

he really didn't give a damn about me.

i texted back a 'fine, no worries' and threw my phone at the end of the couch.

i started crying.

the only thing that comforted me was the sound of my own crying.

i hugged my arms around me and fell back on the couch. i was lost. i needed navigation. and he couldn't fucking give it to me.

[...]

Friday.

i headed back to my car after a long exhausting session at the studio. once i fastened my seatbelt, i grabbed my phone to check on some missed calls. a notification came in, saying that my podcast with Alex was out. i smiled excitedly, and turned it on to listen on my way back home. i texted her shortly and i threw my phone next to my driver's seat. i just concentrated on the road, the podcast being a pleasant background sound.

the drive back home was short, sadly. i just picked up my stuff, my phone still playing the podcast, as i walked back to my door.

i walked in, throwing my stuff on the couch, taking off my shoes and running to the kitchen, to grab some water.

when i walked in, i saw Seungcheol leaned against the counter, arms crossed on his chest, expression serious to mad.

my whole face went white when i saw him.

"fuck! you scared me.. what are you doing here?"

i was so shocked he was in my kitchen, probably more than i should, considering that he is my boyfriend.

he took a deep breath before i heard his voice.

"what the fuck? seriously. you're the one who's shocked here."

i looked around, confused by his words. i shrugged my shoulders.

"i guess.. i don't usually find you hiding in my house.. especially after not seeing you for a whole week.."

he scoffed. he didn't leave me any room for reaction.

"and you haven't even tried to reach out for a whole week.. but i guess, that's okay. relationships don't work without communication, like you said."

his words confused me even more.

i realized that what he quoted were my words on Alex's podcast. Now everything made sense.

i walked a little closer.

''are you seriously mad about this bullshit?''

his eyes widened

"bullshit? you say that calling me out is bullshit? telling EVEYONE how you feel, except from me, bullshit?''

my own eyes widened at his words

"what?"

his lips narrowed down, his madness more visible.

"what do you fucking mean with what? you literally let every fucking idiot know what's going on between us!"

he yelled

i looked at him in shock before processing to react with a scoff

"are you serious? what, how? by telling people that i'm having hardships in my relationship?"

he took a step closer

"you could have told me! me! not everyone! making everyone believe that we suffer!"

my head tilted in pure curiosity.

"which.. we don't?''

i asked, so simply.

he looked at me, his fingers running through his hair.

"that's not the point, the point is that you let everyone-"

i couldn't bear to listen so i yelled back

"i thought you didn't give a shit about what everyone thinks! you're such a hypocrite!"

he looked at me in shock

his eyes filled with disappointment.

"you literally implied that i don't love you."

my own eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"what do you fucking mean? you mean to tell me that i'm wrong? that everything is fine? that we don't fight every single time we try to talk? that we communicate just perfectly? that you don't ignore me? that you don't act like i am a stranger? no, i'm sorry, my mistake. you would touch a stranger, even if it was a fucking accident!"

he stayed there, in front of me, his face emotionless. he just heard what i said. or dogded my words, either way, he reacted the same.

"you implied that i don't fucking love you."

at this point, i felt helpless. fed up. rock-bottom. i just shook my head and let my tears slip from my eyes.

"Seungcheol, you don't love me. and i don't care. i have accepted it."

he cracked a hint of emotion, as he lightly flinched

"what are you even saying?"

i wiped my tears quickly.

"that you're a coward. that's what i'm saying."

he took a step closer, tilting his head confused.

"how am I a coward? you're the one who went and told everyone what we're going through! and you didn't even bother to tell ME something!"

i couldn't listen, i couldn't just stand there and listen.

I let out a cynical chuckle.

"and I thought you didn't even bother to watch my interviews.. guess i'm wrong"

I wiped my tears.

he seemed even more mad.

"of course I watch your stuff, but even if I didn't want to, everyone has been sending me this stupid podcast since it came out! everyone found a chance to make fun of me!"

i replied with the same anger.

"well, sorry, but you had to take a taste of your own medicine! do you even know what people say about us online?! do you? do you know what it's like to read that I'm not good enough for you, that I don't deserve you? do you even know how everyone fucking praises you, but all of them downgrade me? do you, Seungcheol? I've been living like this for the past 1 year and I never, ever complained to you about it. Because you always kept saying that YOU don't give a fuck about what people say! so fuck you, Cheol!"

my tears were running like a river at this point, but the mad expression on his face was driving me insane. his eyebrows relaxed a bit.

I made a move to leave, not wanting to have another fight. but, something I wouldn't expect, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

i pulled my hand away.

"no! don't you fucking dare touch me now! I've had enough! enough! you hear me? you're so cheap! you're embarrassed that everyone knows about your relationship not working, but you don't even care enough to fix this mess! fucking coward.."

he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he grabbed my wrist again.

he pulled me closer.

"I'm not a coward! I'm just.. stressed! really fucking stressed! and I know that you don't care-"

I stopped him.

"i don't care? I don't care?! are you stupid?!"

he tightened his grip on my wrist.

"how do you care?! you care and you don't even call me for a week? you care, but you don't tell me what's bothering you? instead, you go and talk about our problems in a podcast?"

i took a deep breath and looked at him, trying to remain calm.

"do you understand that it's easier to talk to the wall than it is talking to you?"

he swallowed down my words.

"what the fuck, y/n?"

i let out a deep breath.

i was on the verge of a mental breakdown, feeling like this conversation is the repetition of pointless yelling and arguments that were better understood by a wall.

i just shook my head, my expression full of disappointment.

"Seungcheol, i can't do this anymore."

his expression softened and he let go of my wrist, pulling his own hand back hesitantly.

his voice almost scared.

"what do you mean?"

i sighed softly, not able to hold back anymore. it was now or never. and i, unlike him, was not a coward. it was time to finally do it.

"it's not working... it can't.. it can't work... between us.."

my expectations were simple. him getting sad and disappointed or him not even caring enough to have a reaction. i surely not expected him to get mad at me, like he did.

"and you call me a coward?"

i looked at him confused. i didn't even find the chance to talk before he interrupted me.

"you're telling me that it's easier to talk to a wall, you go all out about me in a podcast, you don't text, you don't call, you don't care. and now you're breaking up with me? so, you actually don't love me."

i heard his words carefully before rolling my eyes in frustration, my reaction getting him more mad and he threw his hands in the air.

"love is not enough to hold a whole relationship up, okay-"

he yelled back, interrupting me.

"bullshit! and you know it! i love you, and i don't care if you can't see it, i care that i feel it though!"

my eyes widened slightly in shock but i managed to yell back.

"why don't you touch me?! why do you ignore me?! what have i done to you, how can you say that you love me?!"

he looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same frustration as mine did. but there was something else. the frustration was not towards me, it was towards himself.

"I don't know! i don't know! i don't know..."

his voice softened at the last 'i don't know', and i remained silent since he seemed to have a lot more to say. he let out a small sigh.

"I've been really really really stressed. really stressed. we're on the verge of canceling a world tour, our manager keeps telling us that he wants to quit, and we've lost a lot of money because of a merch company that happened to be frauds."

my mouth opened in shock at his confession.

Seungcheol never told me about any of these.

i was trying to find a reaction but i couldn't find it. so he talked instead.

"and you breaking up with me is the cherry on top. i know that i can't defend myself, and i won't sound pathetic enough to beg you to stay. if you want to leave me, it's fine. for you. i can't tie you down anyway."

his voice came out small, weak, pathetic, like he was scared to be perceived.

i managed to get my voice out.

"why didn't you say anything?"

he looked into my eyes, dead serious as he quoted me.

"do you understand that it's easier to talk to the wall than it is talking to you?"

i clenched my jaw, feeling anger instead of sympathy building up. i hit his chest, without thinking much, but he didn't even flinch. his eyes simply pierced through me.

"you're not capable of even admitting that you need me? really? i hate you!"

i felt fed up with my own self, pathetic with how miserable i was and felt. i was sad. my whole life was sad. i built a whole career that seemed to be drowning me. and my words didn't even shake his poker face.

tears streamed down my face and i couldn't control my sobs. even if i sounded pathetic, at least i was honest to my feelings.

i knew i was the reason we couldn't communicate now that we found a chance, but i was feeling too depressed to even try it.

there had been many chances in the past, and since nothing worked, this wouldn't work either. i simply cried.

he looked down for a moment, the straight line of his lips unwavering. he took a deep breath, sighing softly through his nose. i put a few strands of my hair behind my ear, while my tears were falling down like a waterfall.

i wiped as many as i could.

i knew that nothing could shake or top the tension my three simple words just created.

or at least that's what i thought, before he grabbed my chin and he kissed me.

my crying eyes opened in shock, his hand holding my lips close as his other arm creeped around me, pulling me into his embrace. the shock wouldn't let me kiss back, and i felt like he used my vulnerability to his advantage.

i felt frustrated, confused, and i pulled my head back since he held me close by my waist, trapping my hands on his chest, the feeling both new and familiar.

"i said i hate you!"

"oh shut up.."

he simply replied before pulling me back into a kiss, a hundred times more passionate than the first one. it was the first time in months that he kissed me with so much emotion. i could feel it. i could feel that he meant it. his other arm wrapped around me as well and he held me close, months after our last hug. and his embrace was so warm and nostalgic. my mind drifted to the memories of our first dates and my lips started moving against his, by instict.

my hands gently tugged on his shirt, the tears in my eyes stopping.

i felt warm.

and i hadn't felt warm like this since forever.

he kissed me with so much meaning and passion, like i would disappear if he'd let go..

after a moment, his lips moved to my jawline, placing gentle kisses along the line of it towards the spot below my ear. he placed soft kisses on my neck and his hands moved up and down my back, touching me gently. re-exploring me.

opening old wounds.

my breath became a little heavier as my mind traveled with his touch. the feeling was so new, yet so familiar to me.

i wasn't sure of what to say, how to talk.

he touched me after god knows how long.

i heard his voice, his breath tingling my neck.

"i'm so stupid.."

he simply said, but i didn't have an answer. not an an argument. he placed soft kisses on my neck, his hands traveling down my body.

"i need you so bad.. i need all of you.. in my life, forever, and right now.."

he whispered, sending chills down my spine. i haven't heard him talk like that, probably never.

"i need you right now, i love you.. i love you so much.."

he kissed my lips, his words felt like heavy prayers.

i looked into his eyes, feeling the vulnerability reaching the ceiling.

he kissed my face gently, placing a strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek.

"you're the only tranquilizer i'll ever need.. i'm so sorry for never seeing it.."

he kissed my lips gently again.

i was so lost that words wouldn't even dare to come out my mouth.

but he didn't expect anything from me. he simply poured his heart out, like he hadn't done in months.

"i've been so stressed out and closed off that i didn't realize what i was doing to the only person that could help me."

his hands explored my body like he was searching for undiscovered spots.

my mouth formed a soft pout, my eyes glistening.

he pressed another soft kiss on my pout.

"baby, i'm sorry. i love you. and i'm a dick that doesn't deserve you. and i know it. i'll respect your choice to leave me."

he pressed a kiss on my cheek like a final goodbye and he softly unwrapped his arms from my body, but my hands grabbed them, almost like an instict, and i wrapped them around me again.

i kissed his lips a little more aggressively than expected by the both of us actually, and my hands cupped his cheeks. he kissed me back, without restraints.

my hands ran through his hair, softly tugging on his locks.

i broke the kiss for a breath and i talked.

"you're so stupid"

he nodded quickly, feeling breathless.

"yes, i am"

i kissed him again and i mumbled against his lips

"so stupid"

he moved his lips with more hunger as he repeated

"so so stupid"

i pulled back briefly, my chest carrying my heavy breaths, my fingers tracing the softness of his hair, his skin, leaving fire to their wake. my eyes locked in his.

i shook my head gently, processing the overwhelming emotion in my heart. i finally managed to express it.

"i love you, but you hurt me so bad"

i saw his face twisting with guilt. i knew he wasn't in a better position with all the stress he carried, but Seungcheol never meant harm. he was always a good guy. that doesn't justify his actions and i knew that, but i felt every crumb of love for him resurrecting, just because of his touch.

he spoke softly, his hands gripping on my skin.

"i'm so sorry.. i'm so so sorry.. i'll respect it if you want to leave me.."

i covered his mouth quickly, his eyes looking into mine with surpise. i sniffled softly before talking.

"i won't leave, you idiot"

he pulled my hand down, his expression more surprised and confused.

"but why?"

i sniffled again, a hint of smile that hasn't appeared on my face in months made its way on my lips.

"because i've made a mental promise to myself. i'm always by your side when you need me."

his expression turned into a melted one, his lips finding my cheek and leaving a couple of soft, loving kisses.

"i love you. i'm so sorry.''

he spoke softly, resting his forehead in mine.

i sighed softly through my nose, my emotions twirling inside of me like crazy.

"i love you too."

i added, and i closed my eyes.

he did the same.

at that time, everything felt a little more sure than usual. i clinged to that hint of hope he expressed through his words of affirmation.

my hand caressed his back softly.

why does every relationship have to go through a rough patch that leaves a part of you dead right after? you know it won't be the same. the only thing that gives you hope is the love inside you that can't die down. and i felt it, in his hug. i felt a little more sure.

[goldennika]

Behind the scenes of TXT's ACT: SWEET MIRAGE FINALE