#beomgyu series

[bgomtori]

13 - absolutely HORRIFYING.

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[gyummigon]

watch him burn, let him die | part I

werewolf!beomgyu x hunter!reader

synopsis: in a world where werewolves and humans coexist in a fragile peace, Beomgyu, a werewolf, is drawn to you, a hunter of supernatural creatures. ୨୧ word account: 2.3k ୨୧ genre: fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, angust, soulmate. ୨୧ warnings: suggestive thoughts, violence, weapons, threat of death. ୨୧ note: i'll probably open a taglist, if you're interested, leave me a question or comment and I'll add you.

"The way you flirt is embarrassing," you spat from inside your motorcycle helmet, the tinted visor and lack of light making it impossible to see any trace of your identity other than the petite silhouette of your body and the dangerous barrel of your gun.

Beomgyu suppressed a grimace, he had been told the same thing... how many? once? twice? three times? Now he knew that his mother was right when she told him that being so flirtatious would lead to his downfall.

Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind (not to defend himself, but to reinforce the sabotaging behavior and express his absolute approval and pleasure in badmouthing himself), but with a gun pointed at his head, he could hardly give his voice enough stability to say anything coherent. Oh... his dear mother must be turning in her grave with laughter; even he felt like laughing at himself, but he suppressed any hint of a smile that might further endanger his life and looked at you with a kind of quiet desperation. He was an unlucky guy, no doubt. Rough girls always brought out the worst in him.

"Not so talkative now, are you?" There was no mockery or sarcasm in your voice, and Beomgyu almost wet his pants when you brought the gun close enough to feel the cold of the stainless steel against his skin.

"Why so much abuse, sweetheart?" he muttered, trying to look away with a pout on his lips. "If you didn't want to come here with me, you should have just said no. You're humiliating me and making me uncomfortable for nothing. Maybe if..."

Intending to take away his chance to keep talking, you elbowed him in the ribs and Beomgyu immediately shut up, forcing his lungs to catch their breath. "Ouch... Bitch, that... hurt."

"What am I supposed to do when you talk out of turn?"

Beomgyu closed his eyes and shrugged with his most dying expression. In the dark solitude of the parking lot and the palpable tension, your figure remained unperturbed, sheltered behind the motorcycle helmet and the deadly weapon you held. He had seen you hold a gun many times, but that night was the first time you threatened his life with one. God, how he wanted you.

The encounter had not been a coincidence. It wasn't the first night he'd followed the trail of your motorcycle and the addictive sweetness of your scent. Hell, it was becoming a crazy habit. Something about you appealed to him, which was why he had dared to approach you a few minutes ago, when you had made that stop for fuel at three in the morning, alone and unprepared. The two of you alone, face to face, he would have sworn that you made other parts of his body besides his heart beat with intensity. But when he invited you to join him in a more private place, and you dragged him into a dark alley, it was not exactly the outcome he had been expecting.

"What?" Your voice broke the sudden silence and made Beomgyu sigh.

"Nothing, your razor-sharp gun intimidates me," he smiled weakly. "Could you at least uncover your face and lower the gun to my neck? With the gun at my neck and your beautiful face in my face, I can tell if you're smiling at me or if you're about to shoot."

"Are you making fun of me?" you asked, and with a mixture of fear and sincerity, Beomgyu tried to explain, "Yes, I'm sorry. It's just that you make me nervous."

"I am not here for you to make me laugh at you. Your pack is not around to save your weak hide, I have no problem shooting you" you declared. You had a tough temper, he didn't doubt you or the certainty with which your fingers curled around the grip of your pistol.

"Why did you leave your territory?"

That was the question Beomgyu had been waiting for. A novice hunter might not have even realized that he didn't naturally belong in that place, with the humans, but you weren't just any hunter, you were experienced; despite being mortal, you had an innate knowledge of the supernatural world and survival instincts that, used in an appropriate manner, reached levels similar to those of a non-human creature. He had seen some of that, your body in action, the power of your weapons and the control you had over them... But he had also seen your other side, in the periodic visits the hunters made to his village, always watching you from behind a tree as you negotiated and secured peace treaties with his pack. He saw a woman of character, reasonable and firm, a leader.

"Those were orders."

"From whom?"

"Soobin. With rumors of a clan of vampires running amok on the outskirts of town... we must be on our guard."

He heard you let out a strange laugh, but instead of laughing with you, he did his best to keep a serious expression on his face. The pain of your blow to his ribs was still fresh in his mind, and the fact that your laugh sounded so sexy didn't help.

"He sends you alone, into hunter territory? As if you could do anything if a vampire got in your way," you scoffed, a little incredulous at the situation. "God, I shouldn't even be surprised. Stupid werewolves. Tell Soobin if he ever sends one of his dogs to stick its nose in my stuff again, I'll..."

A roll of his eyes interrupted you, "Sure, I'll be glad to pass on your kind words to him. Can you..." he hesitated for a second. "Can you put your gun away now?"

You fluttered your eyelashes and looked at him wordlessly, as if you were debating whether to put a hole in his skull or just let him go. Beomgyu still couldn't see your face, but he could perfectly imagine you thinking under the helmet, with your full lips between your teeth and that hard stare that almost made his legs tremble. The image itself was enough to disorient him, barely making him aware of the choice you had made. You took two firm steps back and he, expectant and nervous, almost knelt down and kissed your boots when you finally lowered your pistol and lifted your helmet visor to reveal your eyes.

With a dramatic expression, he placed a hand on his chest and leaned back against the wall to keep his balance and catch his breath. "Wow..."

"Usually guys like gun games."

"I don't know, when I was little I just played spin the top."

He caught your eyes glancing sideways at him as you tucked your gun into your belt holster. A silly grin spread across his face at your blank expression and, to his satisfaction, lack of contempt, but it faded the moment you turned your back and began to walk away from him. "I don't want to see you here again."

Beomgyu separated his back from the wall with a jump and licked his lips in anticipation. "About the vampires..."

"Go home."

"There are hatchlings at home," Beomgyu took quick steps to catch up with you and stepped in your way to meet your gaze. "It's the end of the year, so many lycanthropes that have reached sufficient maturity have left the territory and probably won't return if they manage to mate. Most of our other lycans are still puppies and our alpha female is pregnant, so we are in a very vulnerable and dangerous position, even if we are talking about a single vampire."

Your look remained impatient and bored.

"What about your Alpha, is he as weak as you?"

A spark of embarrassment flashed in Beomgyu's eyes, but it didn't last long. "No, smartass, Soobin is skilled and influential, he's very intelligent, patient and... Well, those are the qualities that made him a leader, but..."

"But he got where he is by fighting battles he didn't win. He hides behind a wall of ass-kissing wolves." You crossed your arms with a smug expression. "He's a weakling."

If you hadn't looked so pretty in the light of the street lamps, with that ridiculously large helmet on your petite body and the outline of your breasts marked by the pressure of your arms underneath them, Beomgyu was sure he wouldn't have bothered to sound kind.

"Honey, a good Alpha is not the brute who has the physical strength to kill or win a fight," a snort came from your mouth at the nickname, making him smile, "but the one who has the ability to listen and earn the loyalty and respect of the pack."

"If your Alpha is so capable, what are you worried about?"

Beomgyu hesitated for a moment before answering. "No wolf, especially an Alpha, will hesitate to give priority to his litter."

"And you want...?"

I want to live, he thought, unable to get the words out of the back of his mind. Even if his pack meant everything to him, there was no one with whom he shared a blood bond or a bond other than that of unconditional loyalty. He couldn't shake that feeling of not belonging, that made him feel like he was no one, just a burden, condemned to serve and give his life for belonging. He wanted to be a priority.

"I want the assurance that no group of vampires will invade my home tonight or the next few nights," he replied with a firm slowness.

"It's not like vampires are interested in the lives of useless wolves like you."

"That… that wasn't very nice of you." Beomgyu grimaced and looked at you with growing frustration on his face. "I'm a hunter by nature, if there's one thing I can smell, it's approaching danger."

Your long and sudden silence confirmed Beomgyu's suspicion: something was wrong. He had noticed it during his last visits to your territory, people who exuded fear and anxiety, the smell of fresh blood and gunpowder in the air that could not pass unnoticed, lights that never went out to prevent the darkness from spreading; even at this very moment, you were alert and hunting.

"They're already here, aren't they?" The question sounded more frightened than Beomgyu would have liked to admit, but even with the neutrality of your expression, your lack of response spoke volumes. "And if it was just one, you would have taken care of it by now, how many are there? Look, we don't have weapons, we don't need them, if only..."

"I don't ally with wolves," your answer was so simple and short that he didn't know what to say or how to react.

"But..."

"And wolves don't ally with humans."

"To be more precise, I'm a lycanthrope," he muttered with an irritated expression that made you snort. 

"I'm sure your wolf pack doesn't know you're here, do they? What will happen when they find out that you're violating one of the most important rules that keep the peace between the two species? Will your Alpha be willing to pay for your treachery with your life?" 

"You're talking about your rules," Beomgyu's answer was dry. Like a scolded dog, his eyes dropped until they were fixed on the ground, but not for long. When he raised his face again, his eyes seemed more angry than concerned. "What I do is for them. There's nothing treacherous about it. Nor in being here. It's my job, my duty."

"Your duty is to die for them" A sneer crossed your face as you spoke and Beomgyu felt you looked at him as if he were an unbearable fly in the middle of the night, like an insect waking you from sleep in the middle of a perfect sleep cycle. "You know the truth of the alliance between our species, which allows us to live apart, to have peace and security. The agreement has the terms it has for a reason. It is not an agreement about power or domination, but about respect and the logic of survival. What you are doing is an act of treason and war."

"It's not treason if you say nothing...," Beomgyu said, speaking more to himself than to you.

"Leave this ground. I must not tell you why. I must have no reason. Just go." Your gaze became hard as you looked at him from head to toe. "Vampires are vampires, it takes more than a pair of claws or fangs to get rid of them. A weak body puts you at a disadvantage, but a foolish mind is guaranteed defeat."

You put your hand on his shoulder and pushed him out of the way with a firm motion. For some reason, when Beomgyu felt your cold touch, the word vampire and his intense hatred for them resonated in his mind. "Want some advice? You help more if you don't get in the way." 

Beomgyu stared at your silhouette, helpless at your refusal. Your head was already turned when you took a step out of his reach. He didn't dare to take another step towards you, as if your words still echoing in his head were an obstacle. 

He sighed in defeat as he watched you get on your motorcycle. The tension in the alley faded with each roar of the engine as you rode away. He stood for a few minutes, taking in the situation, before making his own way, thinking that if Soobin found out everything that had happened that night, he wouldn't even have the physical ability to move an inch away from your territory.

The only thing he was supposed to do that night and the nights after was to watch you from a distance. But Beomgyu never learned to take the easy way out.

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[stacywaters]

Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) - Series Masterlist!

Here's all the chapters so far of my Beomgyu fan fiction, Just Pretend!

Chapter One - Promposal

Chapter Two - Ivory Petals

Chapter Three - New Moon

Chapter Four - The Group Project

Chapter Five - Favorite Color

Chapter Six - Another Faded Polaroid

Chapter Seven - Back at It Again

Chapter Eight - I Need You

Chapter Nine - Star

[alialialisstuff]

I have been noticing that a lot of my favorite writers are deactivating or have stopped posting anymore, so i wanted to post this to let all the writers that are having a bad day or thinking of deleting tumblr that even if you think your work is not being appreciated or is being ignored, you will always have someone who always looks up to your work and loves it. 💗❤️💗

[txthao]

HAPPY FOOLS ! txt social media au.

summary – when beomgyu's best friend, yeonjun begins to show interest in his secret fwb, theres only one thing he can do. to make her seem as uninteresting as possible, he makes up fake stories, preposterous rumors, and slanders her name as much as he can.

pairings – beomgyu/yeonjun x fem!reader

genres – friends with benefits to lovers, smau, university au, mutual pining, slowburn, love triangle

featuring – the boyz sunwoo, zerobaseone hanbin, enhypen sunghoon & jake, le sserafim yunjin & chaewon

warnings – nsfw themes, profanity, kys/kms jokes

notes – no update schedule! send an ask to be added to the taglist, spotify playlist(s) coming soon

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chapter index

000: love at first sight

001: mojo dojo casa house

002: honeybunch sugarplum

003: tba

[jjunsolos]

LET ME IN! - sexy roblox gamers🫦

synopsis - jeon yn is a mysterious human being. people only know her as “kazuhas silent buddy”. this makes beomgyu curious. curious enough to try and befriend yn himself. if only she wasnt so stubborn…

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beomgyu [thebestchoi] - beomgyu is the common class clown that everyone knows. but ofc hes also very known for being super duper attractive. like omg mans is so fine??? @heesungissmelly is his priv.

taehyun [only4ahn] - taehyun is beomgyu’s childhood best friend. he has a girlfriend named ahn and hes (clearly) obsessed with her. ahn goes to a different school which hes kinda sad about but he doesnt want to move schools coz he loves beomgyu too much.

ningning [ningiestink] - popular for her humor. like girly is the funniest in the school and everyone loves her for it. she honestly very much hates school and only goes to see her friends. shes beomgyu’s childhood friend and used to have a crush on him in middle school.

yunjin [shesaidhuh] - taehyun’s chaotic, energetic cousin. if ningning is the funniest in the school, yunjin is definitely in second place. yunjin joined the friend group when taehyun introduced her to everyone. ever since then, shes been friends with beomgyu and the others.

heesung [shewfwheesung] - thinks he has sm game. tells everyone he pulls the most out of the group but in reality, hes a really awkward person and doesnt like socializing lmfao.

jay [coolguyjay] - he is also beomgyu’s childhood best friend. he’s the calmest in the group but sometimes hes just as chaotic as they are. jay lowkey had a crush on yn in the beginning of the year but forced himself to stop when he found out shes friends with kazuha.

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[boba-beom]

ᥫ᭡⋆｡˚⊹  I Like U (sorry, I never meant to) | part 1 — 'don't drop her!'

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romance | non-idol au, strangers to friends to ???

synopsis: after meeting one of your best friend’s friends, you initially found him attractive and thought he’d be a careless crush that would soon dissipate into nothing. that is, until a series of events proved you wrong and perhaps those feelings lingered longer than they should have. would something become of it?

warning(s): slice of life, slow burn(ish), mentions of food, physical affection, bickering, more mentions of star signs, I will try my best to make it as gender neutral as possible as some parts are based off from my perspective. if there's anything I've missed, let me know!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: this celebration I am referring to is very big in the filipino culture. it's called a philippine 'debut' (deh-boo). it's to celebrate one who is coming of age, entering adulthood as a young woman.

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5 months have passed since your first interaction with Beomgyu. however, it was not the last time you had interacted. after you accepted his follow request and followed him back on instagram, you've been going back and forth liking each other's stories, recommending songs and sharing playlists with each other after you found out he also listens to the same niche artist as you. you may have overreacted, but none of your friends knew the artist until you saw his story with your favourite song posted to it.

to think that this happened over the course of the summer vacation, you were almost unfazed that you would be meeting him again for Tara's birthday. almost. you were extremely excited to visit the island again, after discussing Tara's 18th birthday celebrations, along with receiving her invitations through the post. you told yourself that all thoughts unrelated to Tara's birthday were to be pushed to the back of your head, making sure that this was going to be unforgettable and you wanted to prioritise that.

Tara has always been one to be interested in star-gazing, knowing things about star signs; whether she can guess people's star signs based off of their personality traits, or even upon first or second meeting.

you recall the facetime call you had with your best friend just a couple of days before your trip to the island. she had asked a huge favour from you — which was to help with the decorations. after knowing Tara for more than half of your life you know that they will go above and beyond when it comes to celebrations. be it weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, seasonal holidays; her and her family will do the most and it's their branding at this point.

now that you're back on the island again, you've missed everything about it. the greenery of the fields, trees arching over roads creating beautiful tunnels by nature, the fact that your best friend lives by the beach and how beautiful it would be to watch the sunrise and set with the sound of the waves rolling over the shell beach.

"hey, we've got guests coming over just after lunch. we can decorate later this evening, is that okay with you?" Tara wraps her arms around your shoulders, interrupting your gaze on your phone from the pictures of the sunrise you took earlier that morning.

"yeah that's no problem, need me to help you with anything?" you tilt your head to nudge her temple, responding to her affectionate gesture.

"actually, could you just finish the rest of those centre pieces, please?" you hum in response, "oh, and I heard Beomgyu's going to be on his way soon." she shrugs, walking out of the living room to call her other friends to discuss the time for cotillion practice.

Beomgyu. it's been a while since you've seen the name, let alone hear it. you wonder if it'll be a little awkward seeming as the last time you spoke was mid summer. there's not a lot you know about this guy, really, other than the fact that his texts are completely opposite to how he is in person; pretty dry.

pushing those thoughts aside, you pick up the glue gun and start gluing a small assortment of three to four blue and yellow roses in the small glass, cylindrical centre pieces. each centre piece had table numbers handwritten in pretty cursive handwriting, remembering that it must have been by one of Tara's friends.

each cylinder had mini battery-operated fairy lights, pulling the vision together. though there were several elements left for the remaining decorations. the completed ones were starting to look really pretty altogether.

you gather the completed centre pieces and place them in a brown cardboard box, ready for the next batch until you hear the familiar tone of Tara's voice greeting someone by the front door.

"hey Beomgyu, you're super early." you hear her laugh, "y/n's inside, you remember them, right?"

"of course." he says, walking in and making brief eye contact with you sitting on the carpeted floor.

your eyes widen slightly, brows raised and unexpected to meet him again. his hair has started to grow a little longer compared to the last time you saw him. the front pieces of his hair just about grazing his brows, and the back just touching the bottom of his nape.

"y/n?" he calls out, snapping you out of whatever it was that you were stuck in momentarily, "I asked if you need any help?" now he's sitting in the armchair by the window.

"oh. no I'm good, almost done anyway. Thank you though." you politely smile up at him, watching him take his phone out of his pocket and turning it on.

"suit it yourself." he shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes leaving yours and onto his phone's screen. you scoff a little, ignoring his response.

it was silent in the living room for almost an hour, just the occasional mini conversations between you and Tara, or Tara and Beomgyu talking about certain points of the cotillion. they were partners after all.

once you've finished with the remaining smaller decorations, you stand up to stretch before walking over to start the final decoration — Tara's name decor — which was to be placed by the display near the front inside the venue. it was her first name along with her middle name, and although they weren't long, you were aware that the process would be. having to sketch out her name in cursive, then to paint it in gold and to glue gold glitter all over it.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, started the large '18' cardboard cutout with collage photos of Tara from the photoshoot that she took a couple of months back. the pictures were beautiful, especially the few from the beach. she was standing where the mini waves were just touching her feet while she was wearing a long, black chiffon-layered dress with a spaghetti-strap. the sunset in the background created a pretty silhouette with the layers of the chiffon dress blown in the wind, and you were then starting to realise that your best friend is about to be a young woman. the thought of that was almost enough to make you emotional. almost. there's still two more days until the big day.

you start on the sketching, outlining the letters on the A1 styrofoam board, until you hear Beomgyu playing some songs from what you thought was the playlist he recommended to you. you pause for a second or two, trying to figure out which song it was and it was one of the first songs that you recommended to him months ago. smiling to yourself, you assume he compiled songs from both playlists and created a new one after listening further in the playlist.

"Beomgyu, y/n, I need you here." Tara calls after you both, her brows are scrunched up and eyes narrowed at the screen of her laptop as she watches a cotillion choreography that she's inspired from.

the sandy, blonde-haired male looks over at you, his head tilting towards Tara, essentially letting you get up and go to her first. he follows after, trailing a little behind you as you take the seat beside Tara while Beomgyu stays standing behind the both of you, just about leaning over your head.

"okay so," she starts, "I'm thinking of adding an extra move, but it's just at the very end." you watch the video as she presses play and observe the way the debutant's partner gave her a few twirls before preparing to lift her by the hip, then doing half a turn while the debutant was lifted.

you notice the way Tara pouts as she pauses the video and looks over to you and Beomgyu. your brows almost knit together, thinking that it would add a nice touch to the end of the cotillion, but realistically this was all in Beomgyu's hands. literally.

"personally, I think it would look really nice. and I know for a fact that your dress is going to look beautiful during that turn." you replay the video as the three of you rewatch it and notice the way the debutant's dress flows slightly in the air, almost in slow motion. it also reminds you of that one picture from the photoshoot and you were so sure that they'd regret it if they don't try it out.

"I don't know. the debut is in two days and tomorrow we're literally going to be spending the day to decorate the venue, and then—"

"Beomgyu, calm down, you haven't even tried it yet." you turn around and look up at him rolling his eyes at you. "try it out before the rest arrives for practice."

"y/n, are you being for real right now?" his lips twist, he's not convinced just yet, you think.

"come onnnn, Beomgyu try it out~" you sing song, "for Tara." you put your arm over your best friend's shoulders, bringing her in closer while she pouts at him.

it's always hard for Beomgyu to turn Tara down for anything. you'd think their relationship is pretty tight, but as they grew up together and being only two years apart they have that sibling energy about them. Tara is Beomgyu's weak spot, and this is the first time you've witnessed it.

"okay, fine." he sighs, defeated, but you see him smile over to Tara while ruffling the top of her head. you had no clue that you had been staring at the interaction between them for a second too long until Beomgyu calls out your name again. "you need to make sure I do it properly, I'm doing this for Tara." his voice was a little stern towards you, but it didn't bother you too much. he sounded quite defensive over the fact that he isn't doing this because you convinced him to, but you knew that that was exactly the reason why.

Tara makes her way out the back door into the garden, it was big enough to fit six pairings for the cotillion. to your surprise, she's only just told you that they have been practicing for three weeks and they only managed to remember everything the week that had just passed.

you sit on the stool by the door, facing the garden as you wait for the two to get into position for the ending of the cotillion. the pair face each other for a couple of seconds before Beomgyu twirls Tara twice, preparing for the lift. he lifts her hip onto the side of his leg, attempting to pivot in place for the turn with the other leg, but they stumble a little and Beomgyu lets go of Tara. you stand up as quick as you can to catch Tara from tripping forward and falling over.

"don't drop her!" you shout at Beomgyu. he looks at you with bland eyes, deadpan towards you.

"well, this was your idea, right?" he huffs. "I'd like to see you try."

"am I her partner?" you retort, your hands still holding onto Tara's forearm while she stands properly.

"guys, it's fine. Beomgyu, let's try again." Tara looks directly into your eyes and then Beomgyu after, her way of getting the both of you to stop arguing.

after a few attempts of the ending routine, it eventually got better to the point Tara wanted to try it out along with the music to make sure they get the timing right. you also suggest to take a video so they can review it after and they both agree. your index finger hovers over the space bar, patiently waiting for Tara to indicate when to press play.

you watch them do the routine once more until the crucial part came about, "okay, and now!" you shout as soon as the music reaches the part where the lift starts.

you watch beomgyu lift Tara steadily with a clean landing — no stumbling over or minor trips in sight. the music fades as it ends and you end the video before applauding them while you make your way toward them.

"see, I knew you could do it." you nudge Beomgyu, passing him the phone and notice the corners of his lips twitch upwards as he watches the successful move.

Tara's pleased to say the least, looking over at the phone at the same time and giving you the biggest smile.

"I know I'm terrible at thinking of things and adding things last minute, but I think that was one of my best ideas." she crosses her arms, proud of the decision she made regardless of the trouble it caused, especially between you and Beomgyu.

"yeah, you're lucky your partner was eventually convinced to do it." you tease.

"okay, okay. I get it. at least we've got that sorted out now." Beomgyu sighs, not amused with you repeating how you were right.

after heading back inside the house, you check the time and it's still early for the rest of Tara's friends to arrive for the practice. thinking of getting food before they arrive was the best idea, but Tara was called to have a dress rehearsal in case of any more altering. so it was down to you and Beomgyu to go and get food.

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you were grateful that the weather was good for a nice walk; the air was mildly warm with the smallest bit of breeze blown through your hair every now and then.

following Beomgyu in silence wasn't as bad as you thought. he walks in front of you, and you notice the wire of his white earphones dangling out of his pocket while he had the other in his ear.

"what song are you listening to?" you spoke up a little quieter than you expected. luckily you were just around the corner to the pizza shop, so you both stop once you cross the narrow, one way road.

"over eighty-five." he glances at you, holding eye contact for what felt like a minute to you and turns around to walk into the pizza shop.

he left you dumbfounded, remembering that that was the song that started the whole exchanging songs ordeal. you mindlessly blink at the shop front a couple of times before following suit, waiting behind him as he orders four boxes of pizzas for the group later on.

his voice is gentle when he talks to the owner of the shop. there's a lot of people in this part of the island, and everyone knows each other, if not, know of each other.

the way they exchange in conversation seems like he comes here often, the middle-aged man laughs at a bit and you see how endearing it was to see the interaction.

nevertheless, you had to set aside that it could potentially be the fact that the leo in Beomgyu is loving the attention, or it could even just be the big heart in him. either way, quietly observing them kept you entertained until he walked toward you, waiting beside you.

"Beomgyu?" your voice a little louder this time compared to earlier. he turns his head towards you, raising his brow with a hum. he isn't as firm as he was earlier, and he could physically see your shoulders relax in the smallest way possible. "can we go see that coffee shop that we walked past on the way here?"

to his surprise, that was not what he was expecting. he can sense that you've been tip-toeing around him since he arrived at Tara's house, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you.

"yeah, we can do. we'll take the shortcut there, it'll be quicker on the way back too." he flashes you the same gentle smile he gave you the first time you met, and you notice a small dimple that disappeared not even in a fraction of a second. kinda cute.

༺ ༻

as soon as the pizzas were ready, the shop owner bids the both of you goodbye with a polite smile. you and Beomgyu split the pizza boxes to carry them back while you take up a different route, again, leaving it up to the island boy.

"how long are you staying this time anyway?" he asks you, half turning his head to face you but also making sure he watches where he's walking.

"oh, we're leaving the day after Tara's birthday. so not long, really." you reply with a shrug that he wasn't able to see anyway. you had hoped to stay longer than last time, but it was just about the same amount of days.

"I see." you almost miss his response with his quiet voice, along with a car that had driven past the both of you. but you wonder why he asked, though you knew he was probably curious like the others.

"is Soobin coming for the cotillion practice?" you remembered Soobin abruptly, he was more approachable compared to Beomgyu from the first time you met, and you remember everything clearly.

"yeah." there he is with the short responses again. you almost thought you had somewhat managed to get through to him, but it's going to be tricky with someone like him. you can't read him just yet and you're curious whether it's the same for everyone or it's just a 'you thing'.

after walking for a few more silent minutes, you see the cute, rustic coffee shop that caught your eye from earlier. this time, you were able to scan through the menu that's hung up outside on a brown clip board, reading out the set menu and the coffee of the day.

you balance the piled pizza boxes on your hip as you take your phone out to take a quick photo. Beomgyu doesn't hesitate to take the boxes from your hold and pile it on top of his.

your brows raise from the action, looking up at him with a smile followed after. "oh, thanks."

"just so the pizza won't fall. we have people to feed." his response was blunt but you still thanked him for the gesture. he faces to the side while he waits for you to finish taking your pictures, but you couldn't ignore the way the sun shines over him and some shadows from the lamppost lay over him.

you love taking photos in general. some say you're talented and you should be a photographer, but you just find it as a hobby and you don't want to take that fun aspect away.

finding a photogenic subject with a beautiful background was not easy to find, until you turn around to see exactly that. you had no second thoughts to take a picture or two of Beomgyu's side profile — to which you were extremely fascinated by — only capturing from his shoulders and up.

"let's go? I think they'll be there soon." Beomgyu speaks up, eyes meeting the sight of you holding your phone up and facing him, causing you to swiftly tuck your phone back into your pocket and reach out for the two boxes that Beomgyu took from you.

he turns quickly, so you miss and briefly grab nothing but the air where you were initially reaching out for.

"it's okay. I got it." is all he says before he continues walking in the direction of a different shortcut. a smile is twitching upon his lips as he senses you trailing behind him in confusion. if there's something you didn't know about him, it's that he's extremely observant, and his peripheral vision never fails him.

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Beomgyu’s Attitude

Description. Forced into this by his best friend, Choi Beomgyu couldn’t care less what these girls think of him. Often times the most difficult member, as he’s choosy in who he spends his time with. He doesn’t mind spending it with you though.

Pairings. Choi Beomgyu x Female reader

Genre. Mostly Fluffy, Comforting (?)

Warnings. Mentions of first loves, (I think that’s it)

Word count. Almost 3K

Note: So glad to finally get this out! Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated <3 Remember this is part of a series, and I don’t recommend reading them as stand-alone’s :)

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Choi Beomgyu would rather be anywhere but here. Though he’s mastered hiding it pretty well.

Or so he would like to think. Taehyun’s pretty adamant about him being the opposite. Saying how all the older boy does is complain. 

You hear it from the boy’s mouth every day though, so it’s nothing new to you. You’re used to scolding him or having to forcefully push him out to meet one of his guests. (Often as he yells and begs for you not to do so.) 

Today is no different.

Yoon comes barreling into the back room, waving her hands around about an upset client. You pinch between your brows as you sigh, knowing the boy across from you was likely the root of your problem. He just shrugs his shoulders, a knowing grin on his face.

“You’re supposed to be with a client, aren’t you?”

He nods warily, “Maybe..”

“Beomgyu!” You exclaim. “Get out there!”

“But I don’t like that girl! She’s clingy and all she does is talk about her cats-”

“I don’t care if she’s a three eyed alien, for God’s sake! She paid us for a service and you have to deliver!” Taehyun says as he enters the room. Eyes ablaze as he likely had to directly deal with the guest. You felt bad sometimes, Beomgyu caused the problems and Taehyun had to go fix them up with a smile on his face. 

Though, you sympathize slightly, “Beomgyu, she’s not on the ban list. We can’t refuse her unless she’s hurt you or made you uncomfortable.”

The boy groans, “This is a nightmare.”

“Don’t feel bad.” Taehyun states as he approaches the two of you. “Beomgyu’s just being a brat. The girls nice enough and she tips well so I don’t see the issue.”

“She made me spoon feed her cake once.” Beomgyu recalls with wide eyes, like he’s remembering a traumatic moment.

“Oh it must’ve been insufferable.” Yoon comments sarcastically, her eyes rolling. You agree mentally, how bad could it actually be? 

“It was!” Though Beomgyu hardly gets to speak before Taehyun grabs him by his ear and is dragging him out. 

The older boy letting out a string of “Ow!”’s as he’s taken past the doors.

You shake your head, turning to Yoon. “He’s going to have a cow when he sees his schedule for tomorrow.”

She giggles, “You know, I still don’t know how you’ve managed to get close to Beomgyu.”

You look at her, confused. “What do you mean? He’s loud and obnoxious, pretty hard to miss.” 

“No but I mean..” Yoon pauses. “He never really was accepting of any girls. He was really quiet and uneasy around me at first. And even now, you know more about him in these months you’ve been working than I have in two years.”

“I know it has something to do with his past, but it’s not like he really says much to me anyways. Overheard it from Heeseung.” She continues but with that, she walks away.

Beomgyu had warmed up to you rather easy, so to learn he’s not usually like that? You had figured he just really didn’t like to be a little toy for the girls, not amused by it all. But would you ever really know? 

The boy sat with a blank expression on his face as his client showed him photos (presumably of her cat) as he pretends to be interested. You giggle at him from the corner of the room and he acts like he doesn't see you. 

Personally, you’d shrink up in fear with that attitude of his if you were the guest. Though, Yoon has told you some girls dig that, for whatever reason. Something about it being his marketing point. Girls wondering ‘Who will be the first to get the shy tsundere boy out of his shell?’ She had explained, saying it was his strong suit. 

You had just stared at her. She really needed to stay away from shoujo anime. 

Hueningkai approaches you with a pout on his face. “I’m going to take a nap in the backroom.” 

“Why?” You ask, “Have you been staying up all night playing games again?”

“Maybe.” He trails. “But that’s not the point.” 

“So what is your point?” You quirk a brow. 

“I finished the last of the three clients I had today. Not like I have anything better to do.” He remarks, cleaning the dust off his shirt. 

You just pinch your nose bridge as you sigh. “No longer than an hour or else Taehyun will be barking up my ass about where you’ve been.” 

“Thank you manager!” The young boy squeals, slipping out behind the curtains. 

I don’t get paid enough for this, you think. Taking a seat behind the counter, you join Heeseung silently shuffling through files. It was the peaceful part of your duties. Just sitting and organizing the guest registry by alphabetical order. Or making off receipts or filling out booking schedules. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it sounded, in fact it was kind of fun to get lost in it with your headphones wired in. 

Heeseung just hands you a folder and you get to work, filling out forms with a pen that Soobin gifted you a couple days ago with a panda on it. (Yeonjun had called it corny but what did he know anyways? Though he did attempt to top it with a silver panda necklace. To which Soobin surrendered to this weird battle of the pandas.) 

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Heeseung nudges your shoulder. It was pretty much code for ‘Guest Incoming.’ And he was right as you looked up. 

“Hi, are you a returning guest?” You greet as the girl adjusts her bangs. 

“Um..” She begins, eyes flickering around. “No this is my first time.”

“Okay,” You smile, attempting to soothe her uneasiness. It was different, most of the girls walked in here confidently. Believing they could sweep the host boys off their feet, and that they’d be the one to date them. So maybe her nervousness was better, for you anyways. “You’ll have to fill out these forms and pass a background check, then you’ll be good to make an appointment.”

“Wait, I can’t just walk in?” She asks, staring at the papers in your hands. 

You pull back. “No, sorry. We take this very seriously, and all the consent forms and regulations are here. You can’t come near the host boys without signing them, it’s a safety measure.” 

“Oh.” The girl says, not making eye contact with you. She obviously wasn’t interested in the papers at hand. 

Heeseung and you exchange a look before you smile awkwardly back at her. “Is there something else I can help you with?” 

Her eyes light up, clearly not wanting to say whatever it was, but it didn’t look like she had a choice. “I heard Beomgyu was here.”

Heeseung nods. “Choi Beomgyu? He’s one of the hosts.”

“Can I..” She pauses, looking around for seemingly nothing. “Talk to him?”

That was an odd request, she just wanted to talk to him? But didn’t want to sign the forms? This was shaping up to be weird. “I don’t think-”

“Get Taehyun.” Heeseung interrupts. “Maybe she has something important to tell him.”

You agree and head back into the host area, spotting Taehyun without a guest, likely on a break. “I’d hate to bother you, but there’s a girl here asking to talk to Beomgyu.” 

“Lots of girls want to talk to Beomgyu.” Yeonjun interjects while chewing something. Where did he even come from? “Just tell her to sign the forms.” 

“She doesn’t want to for some reason.” You shrug, looking back at Taehyun. “She just wants him to come out and talk.” 

“Fangirl.” Yeonjun says, eyes widening. Fork stabbing into his little cake slice.

You shake your head. “She didn’t give off that vibe, she just seems really nervous.” 

“I’ll go see.” Taehyun says, standing up to follow behind you as he adjusts his tie. “You know, when I recruited Beomgyu, I didn’t expect he’d give me so many headaches.” 

“Recruited? Or forced?” You teased, knowing that Beomgyu had only agreed to appease his friend. Maybe he didn’t think he’d dislike it as much as it seems he does. 

But you two move the curtains and step to the front as you refocus on the task at hand. When the two of you spot her, it seems Taehyun recognizes her. His normally calm demeanor turning cold as he lands his hard gaze on the girl. “What’re you doing here?” 

She breathes in. “Taehyun, please let me-” 

“No.” He says harshly. “I need you to leave.”

Heeseung looks over at you and you shrug, having no idea what’s going on. Then you both refocus on the girl. Shes staring at her feet before muttering, “I’ll sign the papers, I’ll do whatever I need to.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not letting you see him.” Taehyun looks her up and down in a way that would make you shrivel up to the floor. You’d never seen Taehyun refuse service like this before. This girl must’ve done something to him, or most likely Beomgyu. 

“There are things I didn’t get to say and-” 

“I’m asking you this nicely.” Taehyun seethes, and you swear you can see smoke blowing out of his ears. “Leave.”

She looks between you and Heeseung and you back away slightly. Her eyes were pleading for help, for some understanding. You couldn’t give it to her, for whatever reason, and it was stressing you out.

“Not until I talk to Beomgyu.” The girl responds, her shy smile from before being taken over by sheer determination to see the boy. 

Heeseung looks over in worry and you lean towards Taehyun. “Maybe I can go grab Beomgyu really quickly.”

He ignores you before motioning to Heeseung. “He’ll be seeing you out.” 

Then he turns and walks back into the host area, Heeseung silently praying that the girl will comply with the request. She does, but not before looking utterly devastated. She then begins apologizing to Heeseung for causing trouble to which he just awkwardly nods. 

He closes the door behind her and turns back to you, letting out a sigh of relief. “Who the hell was that?” He asks as he returns to the counter.

“I don’t know,” You shrug, though the same urgency is in your voice. “But Taehyun didn’t like her.”

Heeseung scoffs. “That’s an understatement, I could practically feel his blood boiling.”

You just nod, “I would ask Taehyun but he might bite my head off.”  

Laughing, Heeseung stifles as Taehyun walks back into the front room. His head turning around almost comically. “And where is Hueningkai?!”

-

“It’s your turn to stay!”

“No way! I stayed every day last week!”

“Why don’t we just make Beomgyu stay?” Yeonjun interrupts the two bickering in front of him.

Soobin approaches behind him, “I can stay.”

“Shut up Soobin.” Taehyun responds. “Hueningkai gets to stay today.”

“I have plans today!” The younger rolls his eyes.

You wave them all off. “I’ll be fine alone, I’m almost done anyways.”

The four look at you before Taehyun narrows his eyes. “No.”

Then they go back to bickering over who will accompany you as you finish your paperwork and closing up.

“I already said I can stay-“ Soobin starts again.

“Yeah right!” Yeonjun interjects. “Leave the two of you alone? No way!”

“Why?” Hueningkai teases. “Jealous?”

Yeonjuns face goes red as he stammers to deny it. Yeonjun would have normally stayed with you if it wasn’t for his dad having scheduled him some kind of meeting. But yes, to be fair, he didn’t want you and Soobin alone.

“So it’s settled,” Taehyun speaks. “Beomgyu’s staying.”

Yeonjun nods before checking his watch, “Oh shit- Bye.” The grabs his coat and rushes out the door.

Soobin smiling at you as he says goodbye, knowing he won’t see you till Monday. Oh how he envied Beomgyu a little right now.

Taehyun and Hueningkai promptly make their way out after letting Beomgyu know he’s staying, as he was currently sweeping up some mess. They bid you goodbye and then it’s just you left in the main room. You stamp away at some papers as Beomgyu walks your way. 

“I really wanted tomorrow off.” He groaned, looking at his schedule in his hands.

“Day’s off have to be requested a week in advance.” You remind him, only half paying attention as your focus is in front of you. Repeating the standard company policies that had you had drilled into your memory.

“I know you’re supposed to be working but can’t I have a little attention?” He remarks sarcastically.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Beomgyu?” You blurt out, your mind itching to ask him all day. 

His cheeks grow slightly hot before shaking his head. Teasing as he raises his eyebrows. “No. Why? Are you intrested?” 

You just shrug, “I just thought you had an ex girlfriend come visit.” 

Beomgyu perks up at that. “Ex? No, I’ve never dated a girl. And if I did, I’d make sure she didn’t know I was doing this silly host club stuff now.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You comment, eyes lifting from your papers. “You make these girls really happy.”

“With these amazing good looks, I’m sure I do.”

“This conversation is over.” 

“Wait,” He stops before you dismiss him. “Who was the girl? Did she say she was looking for me?”

You nod. “But I didn’t catch her name. Then Taehyun came and kicked her out.”

“Kicked her out?” He asks, brows furrowing.

You just go back to your work as he speaks up again. But this time, he has a look that you can’t quite place on his face. “Black hair? Pink shoes? She had a mole under her left eye?”

You slowly turn to look at him as he awaits your response. You rack your brain, but you really couldn’t remember much more than her long hair. “Um..”

“Well?”

“I don’t know, I barely even looked at her. Heeseung was there too, maybe he remembers.” And with that, you were back to your duties. Shuffling for a pen in your bag as your other had run out of ink.

Beomgyu just sighs. “I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

You smile. “You already said that.”

“But I did have a first love.”

You quirk your head to the side. Beomgyu? Had a first love? The boy who seemed completely immune to romance? Had already experience something that you had yet to?

“Tell me about them.” You whisper, as his face falls.

“It didn’t end very well.”

“Do you think it was the girl from earlier?” 

“Maybe.” He sighs. “But I don’t know why’d she be back.” 

Beomgyu grows quiet after that, pretending he’s busy marking off names in his schedule for the day. Though, you had watched him diligently do it earlier. 

“She left and there was no goodbye.” He speaks quietly. “And after? No calls, no texts, it was like I meant nothing to her.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” You say, attempting to comfort him. “Things come up, maybe she-”

“She just didn’t love me anymore.” He states blankly. “It’s fine, I’m over it already. I just don’t see why’d she be back here seeing as she wasn’t worried for me before.” 

Beomgyu didn’t know why he could talk about this so easily with you. It was like your general presence put him at ease. Because when he first opened up about this, he’d find his tears growing by the minute. But with you? No, he could talk to you. 

You made him feel weird, like you saw him for him. Not for the Beomgyu that you invented in your mind, but for him. 

“I’m sorry.” You say, having no clue what to say. “But maybe it’s like they say.”

He questions your statement. “What do they say?”

“That it’s better to love and have lost then to never have loved at all.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never lost.” He shakes his head. 

“Well, I’ve never loved at all.” You say. “Beyond a friendly scale, that is.” 

“You have too much love to give that it probably all feels friendly. Though I wish you’d acknowledge your feelings for Soobin.” 

That feels like a slap in the face. “Soobin?!” 

He teases, “You two are so dumb.” 

And he tunes out your sounds of denial. Internally rolling his eyes at how oblivious the two of you are, tip toeing around like you two aren’t head over heels. Everyone can see it, the way Soobin crushes on you loudly. 

Or even the way Yeonjun announces his admiration for you through gifts proudly, lovesick eyes always thrown your way. 

Beomgyu is always more quiet about it though, and maybe that’s where he goes wrong. Maybe that would have to change. 

FINALLY Beomgyu’s part!! I was having writers block which you can obviously see here T-T!! Also, people have been asking and yes, they all eventually develop crushes on MC. I take direct inspiration from the show, but in the end she’ll only end up with one!  The point isn’t about her dating them, it’s about the difference MC makes in their lives as well. Ok, sorry for ranting, bye.

[polariskai]

(cbg) my clementine. │masterlist

summary growing up, your conception of love wasn't clear. You always thought it was fickle and illogical but there was just something about your ex-bestfriend, choi beomgyu, that you're drawn to, no matter how hard you try to forget him, he's eternally painted on your mind. You and beomgyu used to be neighbors back then when you guys were 6, and after a little incident involving halloween candy, you guys became close friends. Ever since then, you two were inseparable, almost like you were glued together until you two had a fall-out during the beginning of your high school years because of a misunderstanding. The two of you were too stubborn to make up and haven't spoken a word to each other since then. Now, you're a freshman in college and on the first week, you decided to attend the freshman party in hopes of gaining new connections, what you didn't expect however, was to see beomgyu, the one person who you were afraid of seeing again.

pairing(s) beomgyu x fem!reader, some hueningkai x reader

genre angst, fluff, childhood friends! to enemies! to lovers???, romance, college! au

word count will add later...

contents/tags sfw, mutual pining, reader and beomgyu both have an avoidant attachment style, performing arts major! beomgyu, taehyun & yeonjun, psych major! reader, hueningkai & soobin

warnings alcohol consumption, partying, lots of swearing, descriptions of anxiety, family problems(?), miscommunication, mentions of divorce

notes this is heavily based on the song clementine by grent perez !! I highly recommend listening to his ep conversations with the moon while reading :))

 AAAAA this is my first fic here ever and this is mostly angst-filled so I'm sorry in advance for the pain it may cause. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this story <3

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≡ prologue , part one , part two

[sunlightwoo]

YOU’RE IT FOR ME: MOONLIGHT EPILOGUE

summary: you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?

a/n: thank you so much for all the love that this story has gotten!! this epilogue concludes beomgyu’s story as a wrap up, but don’t fret!! the next installation of this series is ready for you to anticipate for!! click below to see who’s next and hope to see you for the next story!!

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CHAPTER FIVE : THINKING🤔

Beomgyu silently went to the ice rink making sure he wouldn’t be caught by someone. And by that someone he meant, Jieun.

He watched her from afar doing her usual routine gracefully, her body flowing freely as she glided on the ice.

He had a crush on her for almost 8 months and his friends convinced him to confess to her. But he was in fact a coward. He had a fear of rejection, he wanted the confession to be perfect.

He wanted to start making a move, but he had nowhere to start.

Until an idea popped in his head.

Maybe Y/N can help him.

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being able to have the opportunity to be one of the exchange students in arcadia academy especially at this year’s annual sports event and districts has it’s great perks and benefits for y/n until she spilt coffee on the soccer captain’s new soccer shoes.

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12 - i'm doomed

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warnings! mentions of blackmailing, manipulation

note! no hate to hyunjin pls i love this man, it's for the plot 😭😭 also how have you guys been? sorry for the late update :'

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watch him burn, let him die | masterlist

werewolf!beomgyu x hunter!reader

୨୧ synopsis: in a world where werewolves and humans coexist in a fragile peace, Beomgyu, a werewolf, is drawn to you, a hunter of supernatural creatures. When vampires threaten this peaceful alliance and Beomgyu decides to break the rules and ask for your help, you will find the lines between enemy and ally blurred, leading you to question your own beliefs and forge an uncertain destiny in this delicate balance between love and duty. ୨୧ genre: fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, angust, soulmate. ୨୧ warnings: suggestive thoughts, violence, death, weapons, threat of death, blood, beomgyu is a bit silly, werewolf hierarchy... (I'll probably add more later) ୨୧ note: i'll probably open a taglist, if you're interested, leave me a question or comment and I'll add you.

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⇢≫ PART IV

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Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH6 - Another Faded Polaroid

*NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE MEMBERS IN REAL LIFE, IT IS PARTLY BASED ON THE CONTENT FROM THE MUSIC VIDEOS AND COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!! They're not actually mean it's just for the story 😭

(BEOMGYU POV)

It's lunch break, and I walk behind my friends on the sidewalk. I force a laugh and smile whenever they turn to me, but for the most part, I'm in my own world right now. I enjoy talking to Y/N, it's the only time I can talk about myself without judgement. My friends... I haven't tried talking to them about it. I have a feeling they wouldn't know what it's like to walk into a room and know everyone, and yet not a single seat has been saved for you.

As for my father, he always seems angry at me. I think he thinks I'm on the wrong track, and forcing me to think 'practically' is helping me so I don't regret my choices later. I just wish he had more faith in me, so he wouldn't assume that my choices are ones I'd come to regret.

I don't know Y/N that well. I don't know why she asked me to be her date to prom, she could've asked anyone. Maybe she figured I wasn't going with anyone else, which starts my racing thoughts. Worries of can everyone else see my insecurities? Is it obvious? Can everybody tell that I don't know what the hell I'm doing? I don't know.

And I do feel sometimes like I shouldn't be so honest with her. But, every time I turn to her, she always seems like she's listening to every word I say.

And right now, I just need someone to talk to.

"Beomgyu, you listening?"

"Huh?" I lift my head.

"So, I wanna give you another chance. I haven't told Minji yet, so you can still go out with her friend!"

I stumble over my words, "I-, I thought I said I wasn't interested"

Yeonjun laughs, "well, yeah, but that's just cause Y/N was there. It's nice of you to try to spare her feelings, but she's holdin' you back, bro"

"It had nothing to do with her. I just don't have time for something like that.. right now" I stammer.

"C'mon man, we all know she has a crush on you"

My face flushes, "why would you even SAY that? Y/N just-"

"You can be so oblivious," Yeonjun sighs, "Y/N is WAY obsessed with you. But don't miss out on something good because you're pitying her"

I grit my teeth, "I'm not pitying her. And I don't want to date your friend. I already told you"

Under my breath, I mutter, "sometimes, I don't even want to be your friend"

My friends stop as Yeonjun takes a firm step towards me, "what did you say to me?"

Suddenly, I no longer feel like the lost boy who stuck with friends who were no good for him because he was lonely. A rush of confidence takes over as I smirk, "Yeonjun, I'm starting to think you have a listening problem.

Or is it just your ego?"

He strides towards me, "what makes you think you can talk back to me? You think you're so cool now that one girl looks your way?"

"You always walk all over me like I'll come running back. Like you're better than me. What makes you think you can talk back to me?" I mock, "last I checked, this is just how you and me talk to each other now, Yeonjun"

He pushes me down to the sidewalk, "c'mon guys. Let's go"

And they follow behind him. Just like I knew they would. I look at the scrapes on my hands, then to their backs as they walk away.

Well, I knew this was going to happen eventually, right?

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(2 Days Later)

It's been a while since I've been to school. I didn't want to have to face Yeonjun. Or the others. I wanted them to think I was strong, and that their words couldn't hurt me. I felt like... if they saw me cry, they'd use it against me. In the moment, I felt like none of it hurt. Like it was the end of an era of pain and bottled-up feelings and tolerating it because it was all I had. They were all I had.

It was more than any one moment could capture, it was the culmination of many moments that I told myself weren't worth fighting over. Times when I'd get talked over. Times when I wasn't invited, and they'd come up with some excuse as to why. When there was a separate group chat. When I wasn't there for the inside jokes that, apparently, can't be retold. But it wasn't always this way.

Me and Yeonjun had been friends for years, way before the rest came along. We would spend so long just talking. I felt like he got me better than anyone else could. Then the rest came. It wasn't all at once, but slowly, more and more people were added to our friend group. I no longer felt like I was Yeonjun's best friend, even though he was mine.

Up until a few days ago, he still was.

He didn't use to care so much about what other people thought of him. Something changed. He wanted to be cool, he wanted respect, he wanted to get the girl he'd been chasing for years. And I was just someone from his past. Another faded polaroid. And he never wanted to take a new one.

So, I tried to make new friends. Tried to talk to others, break into the conversation. It seemed like having friends that treated me poorly was still better than being all on my own.

I went back to them. I accepted that I'd be walking in the bike lanes while they stayed on the sidewalk. I learned how to look busy when they were telling a joke I wasn't there for. I learned to be less so they could be more. So they could take more. Because on the outside, no one can tell that I don't have friends. No one can tell that inside, I'm still on the outside. And I thought that could be enough. It would have to be.

I haven't told her, but I noticed Y/N from the beginning. It was all so familiar. The panicked glances at the announcement of a group project, the seat in the back of the room, the headphones that weren't plugged into anything. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable talking to her, it was like I already knew her.

I hope my friends-, er... I hope my old friends didn't notice that my hands were still shaking as I talked back to them. I wanted them to think I was indifferent about it all, I wanted them to think that. But... I'm not strong. Once they'd fled, I cried my eyes out. Because even if it was for the best, it still hurts. So I haven't been to school in days because I don't know how I will act when I see them again.

———

For the first time today, I pull myself out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I reach for a glass and fill it with water. Then my dad walks in.

He clears his throat, "are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah" I mutter.

He walks to the stove and begins cooking something.

"I heard you were having some trouble with your friends"

"Who told you that?" I ask.

"Your mom" he clarifies.

"Oh" I said.

I sit at the counter and slowly drink my water. It's silent, besides the sounds of him cooking. However, it isn't tense like it has been in the past. Just a normal father and his son.

He breaks the silence, "Y'know, I get how you feel"

"You do?"

"I've had fights with friends before too. It's hard when you had people you could be yourself around, and then you have to walk past them like strangers" he continues, "did you fight, or just fall out of touch?"

"Well, Yeonjun's not the same anymore. He used to be so fun, but... now he's just weird and obsessed with being cool. I was getting annoyed at him walking all over me, so I told him that. And..."

"Yeah. 'S probably because he's insecure, lots of teens act that way" he turns down the heat on the stove, "but you shouldn't be around people that are bringing you down"

"Mhm" I stare into the glass.

It's not common for me to go to my dad for advice, but I'm finding that he does actually know how I feel pretty well.

"Hey dad?"

"Yeah?" He answers while turning to me.

"Will... will I ever make real friends?"

He ponders on it for a moment, "it's hard when you're young. I think as you get older, you'll meet new people and it's easier to find friends that you actually have fun with"

Then, I think of Y/N. She always listens to me, and she's funny and kind, and when I talk to her I never feel like I'm putting up an act.

"How do you get closer to someone that you're only kinda friends with?"

"Hmm, that's a hard question," my dad answers, "ask them questions. Get to know them. People like talking about themselves." He finishes the food he's cooking and grabs a bowl from the cabinet to put it in, "just be open to people. Don't close yourself off. Let people get to know you, and you'll find people that like you. People that you can be yourself around"

He passes the bowl to me, "I made you some soup"

I look down at the steam rising from the soup, "thank you, dad"

He nods and walks out of the kitchen. Just before he leaves, he says, "I hope you feel better soon"

I smile, "thanks dad"

[alialialisstuff]

Recently, I accidentally deleted my account and all of the posts I liked and had made were gone. So I’m trying to look at for the posts. And I’m looking for one in particular. It’s a 3some with yeonbin and. It’s yeonjun coming over and soobin too and then they make a cake but it turns out to have their cum and they end up having a 3some. I think it’s called strawberry shortcake or something like that but I can’t find it.

[beomie3]

dawn *☼*ﾟ・

bf!beomgyu x reader

content: soft smut, beomgyu is absolutely whipped for reader, gyu gives you a massage bc you are stressed :( but ofc it turns into more hehe, oral f!receiving, sleepy sex, creampie, cursing, gentle then heated makeouts, they are so in love lol

wc: 2.9k

♫ morning sex - ralph castelli

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soft, linen sheets cradle your bare legs, bathing in the sun that peeked through the blinds. pure warmth of his skin against you.

you held on to the sleep blanketing you until the thought of going to work, like a dark thunderstorm, pulled you from the peace and quiet of your slumber.

without even realizing it, your eyebrows were furrowing, muscles taut and shoulders tensed by your ears. you were already anxious and stressed within the one minute of being awake.

the executive presentation you had for your job was finally today and to say you had been preparing for months was an understatement. the amount of stress it has caused you especially leading up to today has been tremendous.

"hey, hey, baby it's okay, i'm right here with you," you didn't realize your eyes were shut tight, hands in fists until the warm touch of your boyfriend brought you back to reality. his soft voice filling your ears an immediate comfort.

your eyes fluttered open to be met with his deep brown gaze above you, the morning sun striking his irises and turning them gold. that sight alone was enough to calm your nerves even for a moment.

he knew you like the back of his hand, knew exactly what you were stressing over because he had been by your side through it all; there to help you practice your presentation and calm you when you felt the world would crumble down on top of you. it didn't help that you were a naturally anxious person, but he washed all of your worries away.

his warm embrace around you was enough to make you melt, limbs intertwined with his; your legs wrapped around his long ones, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. the perfect recipie to destress you in every way.

"here, let me give you a long massage before i make you breakfast, and then you can practice your presentation for me okay baby?" he sensed your sudden tenseness when you checked your phone, anxious about the time.

you had awoken at dawn; several hours before you even needed to, out of stress that you wouldn't have enough time to get ready. but he wanted to calm you back down. he wanted to put you at ease.

you complied, flipping over to lay down on your tummy with his help. but before you did so, he slid your oversized shirt off of you, lifting off the warm material over your head and tossing it aside; that way he could access your bare skin. massages were always better that way.

his long fingers up and down your back were heavenly, a sigh of relief exiting your lungs when he began applying pressure in all the right areas- especially your shoulders, where he knew you carried most of your stress.

if this was good, it got even better when he reached over to the bedside table to get some body oil, spreading it over your skin; warming it up with his hands first so that it's cold temperature wouldn't shock you.

mmmh you couldn't keep in your sighs of relief as his slippery fingers worked your muscle knots out one by one, pushing every negative thought from your mind and closer to pure bliss with every passing second. all you could think about was the pleasure he gave you, and how much you loved him for it.

"thank you, gyu," your sleepy voice came out muffled from the pillow and he chuckled, "but i'm not even close to done!" he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, driving tingles up your spine with the sudden warmth of his breath down your skin.

time passed as his hands slowly worked their way from the top of your back to your lower back, where he focused on your tailbone and hips, his fingers sliding deliciously closer to the waist band of your underwear.

you were hyper-focused on where his fingers would travel to next, almost hoping they would travel under the hem of your underwear and massage you elsewhere. you also didn't realize wetness pooling the thin material of your undies with the mere thought of it.

it was impossible not to think about, not with the way he was touching you right now; so sensually although it was only a massage. the thought of his long fingers sliding between your folds so effortlessly, disappearing in and out of you and curling up-

"gyu?" you turn your head, still heavy with sleep when his hands slide back up to your shoulders.

"hm baby? what is it?" he slightly leans over you, silky bangs over his eyes as his warm gaze is attentive to whatever it is you need.

you can't help the flip your heart does at the sight of him like this- his sleeves rolled to his elbows, dainty silver necklace dangling onto your skin, hair messy from sleep, eyes wide and sparkling with love. he had your heart in every single way.

"can you please go lower again? it still feels sore," your eyes are soft with desire, a faux whine to sell your little lie. but he knew from that look in your eye. he knew. i mean, how could he not know? the best way to relieve your physical stress was to make you cum. it worked every time.

"where baby? tell me when to stop," he trailed his fingers lower down your back until he reached the hem of your underwear, teasingly sliding his fingertips under the elastic.

"here?" you shook your head with a small grin, face flushed, and he continued on, the tent in his pants growing harder than it already was.

"here?" his hands were palming your ass, massaging both cheeks together like they were dough.

"close," your face grew warm as you giggled, neck still craned to look at him over your shoulder with a grin.

"or here?" he used two fingers to lightly trail down to the soaked patch in between your legs, gently massaging the area enough to have you biting your lip roughly.

"you want a massage here hm?" his tone was deeper, eyes darkening as his grin turned into more of a smirk, hair fluffed over his eyes and making your heart twirl.

"i know," he said without needing your response; the look in your eyes simply said it all. his eyes on yours all the while, searching them.

you slowly sat up to lean on your elbows, nearing your lips to his, pressing them to his gently, immediately intoxicated by the softness of them and the way they engulfed yours.

his fingers slid past the elastic of your panties on either side of your hips, breaking the kiss for a moment to pull them down to your ankles, reuniting your lips together and even more passionately.

the kisses grew hotter as your skin did against his, his clothed chest pressed against your back as he kissed the side of your neck, helping flip you over so that you lay on your back, legs spread wide and wrapping around his waist, soaked panties hanging from one ankle.

"want a massage too?" you hinted as you eyed the rock-hard imprint poking through his sweatpants, palming him through the material. biting his lip through a smile, he shook his head, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"right now i'm only focused on you...gonna make you feel so good. fuck you so good you forget all this stress," his deep, hot breath trickled into your ear, having you squirming against his knee that was right up against your aching core, trying to relieve the ache by grinding against it.

his voice alone was enough to have your stomach filling with butterflies. but that along with his soft touch, his warmth, the faint scent of shampoo in his hair from last night's shower. you just couldn't resist him.

he drenched your neck with wet kisses, trailing down to your chest and stopping to palm them, massaging each one in his warm hands as he looked up at you all the while, large doe eyes filled with the sparkle of desire.

you just couldn't take it- looking into his eyes as he lewdly swirled his tongue against your hardened buds, sucking on each one so sensually.

but it wasn't until he continued his trail of kisses, shuddering when he placed your legs on his shoulders and reached your bundle of nerves, that you absolutely lost it.

you were a moaning mess as his hand gripped the soft plush of your thighs as the other entered you slowly with two fingers, his puffy lips around your throbbing clit and sucking softly. his bangs messily framed his eyes, sparking golden in the sun as daylight entered through the blinds.

you could never get over the sight of such a beautiful man in between your legs, eating you out so sensually, so erotically. tongue flicking against your throbbing bud, fingers spreading you wide to suck up all your juices, practically french kissing your lower lips until he needed to come up for a breath.

it wasn't long before he had you coming so intensely all over his fingers, glazed with your arousal as he removed them from you and sucked them clean.

your chest heaved, head thrown back onto the cold pillow, hands gripping his soft hair as he licked a finishing stripe across your fluttering entrance; he simply couldn't get enough of your taste.

your head was fuzzy with pleasure, already forgetting what you were even so stressed over; it was like you were literally high off of him.

but if you felt this way now, how would you feel when he's pounding into you in several moments? he always had you falling apart when you were wrapped around his cock.

he trailed his tongue along the valley between your breasts, the sunrise radiating warmth onto the sheets, his sun-kissed hair tickling your skin.

arching your back up to his plush lips that kissed every part of your body so lovingly, soft hands trailing and ghosting along your skin and causing goosebumps to pelt you.

your makeout was soft and slow, tasting his lips, glazed with your arousal with your tongue. and once it got rougher, he couldn't take not being inside you for one more second.

he sat up and slowly pulled his sweatpants and boxers down past his hips, teasing you by going as low as he could before his member could spring out.

you watched in anticipation, smiling when he was going as slow as humanly possible, so you hooked the waistband with two fingers, helping him pull them down.

lo and behold, his cock sprung out, immediately pressing against his stomach with how hard he was; tip flushed and glistening with precum. the sight was enough to have you clenching around nothing, just wanting to be stretched by his size, hug him tightly with your walls.

kicking his sweats and boxers off, he lowered himself onto you, supporting himself with his forearms on either side of your head. he bunched up his shirt and held it between his teeth, trying to keep it out of the way.

"beomgyu just take it off," you laughed, tugging at the soft material of his baggy shirt and helped it over his head, not caring where it landed when you threw it off the bed.

the comforter fluffed up around the two of you like you were floating in the clouds, cradling your naked bodies. you just wanted to stay here with him forever.

you whined against his lips, so needy for him and arching against his chest, until you looked over at your phone, the sudden tinge of worry in your eyes when you got the urge to check the time. there were still hours before you had to be up, and you both knew that. this feeling was so nice, you felt you didn't deserve it in the moment.  "beom-"

"shhh just relax," he placed his index finger lightly over your lips, shushing you in the softest way possible. he didn't want the stressful thoughts rushing to you all at once, so he stopped you there. all he wanted right now was for you to focus on this moment, focus on the way his dick would slide so smoothly into you.

you looked into each other's eyes, so deeply that you began to see your own reflection in his glassy brown orbs. eye contact was your absolute favorite way to connect, especially when he was sliding into you so slowly; you felt like he was the only and most important thing on the planet.

the moan that leaves your mouth when he enters you harmonizes with his as you squeeze around him, your hands in his hair as he captures your whimpers with his lips when he leans down to kiss you.

"god you're so fucking wet y/n," he rips his lips apart from yours to groan in your ear, butterflies entering your stomach with his lewd comment.

his hips rock back and forth ever so slowly, letting you adjust to his length as you stretch around him so perfectly.

the sun illuminates your skin so beautifully that he can't take his eyes off of you, wondering how he got such a beautiful girlfriend, he is just so proud to call you his &lt;3

slowly thrusting in and out of you, he lifts your hips up with his hand on the small of your back, holding you there as he reaches over to grab a pillow and slides it under your hips. this not only supports your back but gives the perfect angle to hit every spot inside of you.

he accommodates to you so well because he knows just what you like, he loves knowing that your pleasure is coming first.

pinching your nipples to heighten your senses, whispering dirty things into your ear to make you even hornier, holding your leg up to fuck you deeper. he just knows all of the right things to have you so turned on, that your wetness seeps out and makes lewd squelching noises.

and he loved watching you from above; the way your mouth hangs opens when he hits deeper, the way your chest bounces with every thrust, the rosy tinge on your cheeks when he kisses you so sweetly.

"you are so beautiful," his soft voice fans across your lips as he kisses you slowly, your body fuzzy from the sheer pleasure, the depth of his voice driving you nearly insane.

"gyu you're gonna make me blush," you lightly chuckle, hitting him on the chest weakly as you're falling apart under him, holding the back of his neck with your other hand. he buries his face into your neck, chuckling at your remark as he bottoms out into you, moans escaping the two of you as you smile.

"and i'm gonna make you..." he looks back into your eyes, cheeks flushed as he tilts his head with a mischievous smile, wanting you to finish the sentence.

but before you could speak, he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into yours and deepening his thrusts; he wanted you to mean it. he wanted you to be on the verge of your orgasm. he wanted to hear you say what he was doing to you because he knew it would drive him closer to his.

he loves the way you both look down to watch his dick move in and out of you, your legs spread wide as he trails his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, gripping the plush of your hips.

"fuck, you're gonna make me cum gyu!" your head was thrown back onto the pillow, neck exposed for him to kiss and suck marks onto, your back arching as he held your hips tight, slamming into you.

hearing you say that made his dick twitch violently inside of you, coaxing loud moans from your lips, his grunts growing louder in your ear.

"that's right say it again baby, tell me what i'm doing to you," he holds your chin steady with his hand as he searches your eyes, the hungriest look in his gaze like he's one word away from releasing.

"you're fucking me so good. so good gyu- fuck!" your head was thrown back to the pillow as he attracted his lips to your nipples and sucked and licked until you were stimulated at the max.

"cum for me baby," he groans in your ear and at that second you are unraveling completely, releasing into a spasm that disperses hot pleasure throughout your skin and you swear you're in heaven with how fucking good this feels.

your insides are filled with throbbing warmth, and you realized that he is a huffing mess collapsed on your chest, his dick twitching inside of you as his warm seed is dripping out of your hole and onto the linen sheets.

"you filled me all the way up gyu," you chucked with a tired voice, wiping sweat from your brow. he picked his head up off of your chest and lazily smiled at you, leaning up to kiss you softly.

"what do you want for breakfast along with your creampie?" he smirks and you laugh so hard at his dumb joke. he loved making you laugh. he placed a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and came down from your highs. you both could stay here forever.

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with a delicious breakfast and a kiss out the door, your work presentation finally rolled around and you could've sworn you were completely nerve-free. 

completely calm and confident as people listened in and clapped at your remarkable ideas and brilliant presentation. 

but you couldn't take your mind off of your gyu, reminded of him with his warm cum trickling down your leg the entire time.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading and for being patient with me during the time i have been inactive <3 there have been a lot of problems with family lately so i sincerely appreciate every single one of you for continuing to support me through this time :) but!! you can look forward to more fics as i am slowly getting back to writing. i love you all! also thank you from the bottom of my heart for over 600 followers i really am so so grateful🥹💗