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[boba-beom]

ೃ⁀➷ airport crush | choi beomgyu NSFW

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader ( x childhood crush yeonjun at the end)

genre: fluff, smut | non-idol au

warning(s): lower case intended, edited, mature language, swearing, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys (both giving and receiving), a little praise talk from beomgyu, public setting (airport restroom lol), beomgyu’s such a tease, reader lowkey playing hard to get, just horknee gyu and reader, yeonjun gets a little jealous 🤭

summary: while waiting 4 hours for your next flight, you see a cute guy at the airport and decide to kill some time.

note & disclaimer: this was extremely unplanned and I’m going through a beomgyu brainrot ever since he dyed his hair purple— allow it :p perhaps a part 2 on the way as well / this does not represent the artist in any way. it is just fiction, thank you.

wc: 2.8k (for no reason)

taglist: @wccycc @ericyjun @hotboyyeonjun (taglist form here)

“you need to learn how to stare at that guy without drooling.” your brother’s friend calls out to you, snapping you out of your reverie.

the said guy adorned plum-coloured hair and a matching essentials hoodie and shorts set. in your opinion, you disliked when guys wore essentials. you thought they looked too much like ‘hype-beasts’ as they call them these days. you eyes ascends from his white air forces, up his toned legs, admiring the way the black essentials set fit him well, and landed on his pretty eyes. his mask made it a little tricky for you to imagine what he’d look like without it but you could tell he was attractive the moment you laid your eyes on him. heck, the moment he made that brand appealing to you.

“shut up, YJ. and you’re no better gawking at these girls’ asses in their gymshark shorts.” you sigh while rolling your eyes at him.

he scoffs in response, “touché. anyway, go get some snacks, wonder ‘round or something and leave your bags here.” you watch him motion his hand in a shoo manner while you passed him your bags, then starting to walk away from your brother, soobin, who seems to be jet-lagged as hell.

“don’t go ‘round getting your dick wet.” you half-joked, knowing that this guy you grew up with is the biggest fuckboy you’ve ever known; he could get any girl he wanted, and it still baffles you that you used to have the biggest crush on him.

you walk away with your phone in hand and stuck your tongue out at him while he held a sly middle finger up at you. it was your first time travelling abroad with just yeonjun and your brother, and knowing just how over-protective they can be was a pain sometimes. at least this time you were able to wander around the airport without them.

walking past airport souvenir shops was one of your favourite ways to pass time, you knew you weren’t going to buy anything since this was your first stop-over flight. after admiring some keychains representing the country you were in, a familiar shade of purple caught your eye from a distance.

there he was again; tall, lean, handsome and around your age. he’s casually walking around, his hand gripping onto the black bag he’s been carrying around and your mind is going places it shouldn’t, especially about a stranger.

stop staring, you told yourself. but as if he heard, your eyes meet for a few seconds before you turn your body and start walking in the opposite direction. well done.

you’re done for. mentally patting yourself on the back for being an embarrassment in public. you fucked up and you don’t even know this guy, and now he’s going to think you’re a creep for staring longer than an average human being would–

“excuse me?” you halt in your steps, shutting your eyes at the sound of the honey silk voice behind you.

dreading to turn around, you did so regardless of how you were feeling that moment, and met with the same pretty eyes you did earlier with yeonjun. this time, you were able to see his face properly, his hair partially parted in the middle and wondering when he took his mask off.

“yes?” your voice was stern, putting up a front and refusing to get caught off guard by this attractive man standing before you.

“I saw you earlier and was wondering if you’d like to walk around with me?” it was definitely not what you were expecting but you were immediately drawn to his confidence. “sorry, is it weird to ask a stranger to hang out for a while?”

you could see his eyes smiling shyly, it being the only feature on his face that was partially hidden due to his bangs slightly framing his brows.

you bit the inside of your bottom lip, refraining the smile appearing on your face. “yeah, it is kinda weird.” your voice stoic and unbothered. he stretched his arm and scratched the back of his neck, his confidence faltering.

“I’m beomgyu by the way. you can call me gyu, though.” he held his hand out, anticipating yours. you looked down at his hand, noting how his fingers were pretty.

it would be nice to talk to someone else other than your childhood crush and your brother for the next 3 hours. “yn.” you shook his hand briefly before exiting the shop.

1 hour later

your back is pushed up against the mirror in one of the restrooms, the space big enough for two people. beomgyu’s hands were roaming from your neck, your waist and the other only finding purchase under your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist.

“mm gyu, stop for a second.” you were panting from his lips against yours, lips slightly puffy from his occasional nibbles. but you want more.

his hands were planted on either side of your hips, him situated between your legs, his confined erection against your lower abdomen and your hands grasping onto his shoulders for balance. he whines cutely, refusing to listen to you and places slow yet delicate kisses down your neck until he reached your collar bones.

“gyu pleasee~” you imitate his whine, only to receive a low scoff. he rested his forehead against yours while waiting for you tell him the reason that stopped him from continuing his lewd actions. “use your fingers,” you whine again, “please.”

a satisfied smirk crawls up his lips realising just how horny you were, but it was no surprise that it matched his level so perfectly. he couldn’t blame you, it’s not all the time you manage to pass first base with an airport crush.

“you’re bad, huh?” he asked rhetorically, his fingers fumbling with the strings of your sweatpants. “you just want to be fingered at the airport so you could boast about it to your girls, I bet.”

he pulls your sweats and panties from the hem and down to your knees. the cold surface of the countertop meeting your butt. your fingers scrunches up by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him as close as you can.

“impatient too.” he slides two fingers from your core, gathering the slick up to your clit. it was hard to hold back a moan, leaning your head back against the mirror.

“c’mon quit teasing, gyu.” your knuckles turning white from the grip on his expensive-ass hoodie. another moan slips from your lips and the sound sent blood rushing to beomgyu’s dick, and if he wore grey shorts you would see his dick print for sure.

“gotta answer me honestly before you get what you want, sweetcheeks.”

“beomgyu, I swear down. I will walk out this door if you don’t touch me.” you pulled him in, clashing teeth and lips, and hearing him chuckle in between. he loved how needy you were, never had he met someone almost on the same page as himself.

cupping your cheek and lacing his fingers through the hair behind your ear, he pulled back only to see this new shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“why’d you agree to have some stranger touch you like this, hm?” though he somewhat had a valid question, all thoughts of reason for this behaviour flew out the window the moment he laid his hand on your waist.

“beomgyuuu, please–”

“tell me, why?” he couldn’t resist the urge to trace the sweet spots on your neck with more kisses, marked with the light hickeys he left a few minutes prior. yeonjun and soobin were definitely going to kill you if they see them.

you sigh, knowing he’s the type that likes his ego being fed, but you thought fuck it, when are you ever going to see this guy again? “you’re cute. you’re really good looking, actually.”

his fingers repeats the lewd action once more, noticing how much wetter you’ve become in the matter of seconds.

“oh really?” and there it was again, that annoying-ass grin that sent flutters down to your clit. “you think I’m that good looking I made this cute little cunt wet?”

“ugh shut upp–”

his fingers circles your your sensitive nub with the slick between your thighs enough to send you towards your orgasm if he sped up even in the littlest way possible.

“why are you so stubborn to admit it, baby? scared to admit a random airport crush can make you feel better than anyone you know personally?”

you hate that he was right. his fingers were soft but they definitely knew what they were doing. your mind was too hazy to even speak a word, not even out of surprise, just never thinking you’d ever do such a thing.

“fuck- ‘kay, you're better than any guy I’ve been with." he inserts his middle finger into your core. it was slender and you could feel the tip massaging against your gspot already. "you’re really attractive, and I hate this essentials set you’re wearing but– hah– you look really– ah– hot in it.” your fingers bury themselves into his plum locks, long enough to curl your fingers and tug on it slightly. you smiled against his lips when you heard a soft groan from him. he felt the way your you walls fluttered when he inserted a second finger.

“you just want to cum, yeah? I can definitely do that for you.” at this rate you were in no shape to kiss him back. the pressure and the pace he was alternating at rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you was enough to reach your orgasm in the next few seconds.

his teeth nibbles on your bottom lip once more before kissing and nipping at the skin of your jaw, behind your ear and down the column of your neck. a thin layer of sweat was starting to form at your temples, around your chest and you could feel his bangs begin to dampen against your forehead.

the restroom was filled with the vulgar noise of your wet core and his fingers coming in contact with it, along with your moans and high pitched sighs echoing in the enclosed space. “gyu, so close, baby. so, so close.” you adjust your position so you could bury your face into his neck, reciprocating the light bites here and there with your hands clawing at his shoulders.

to your dismay, the pace beomgyu’s fingers were set at didn’t falter. he kept it consistent knowing that any sudden changes could interrupt your orgasm. the orgasm of his airport crush. with his middle and index finger continuously rubbing your numb bundle of nerves in circles, he could feel the change in speed of your breath fanning against his neck. his eyes scrunches due the to pressure in his shorts but that wasn’t his priority right now. if anything, there’s a close chance for him to cum right there and then just from him fingering you.

a mantra of his name and curses were tangled up on your tongue, pushing you closer to your orgasm with your legs shaking on either side of his hips.

“that’s it, you’re doing so good for me. you’re so hot like this, oh my- fuck-” his string of praises stops when your lips finds his sweet spot, sucking on it and followed by light licks on the pink and red splotches decorated on his neck. something else that made his head go haywire was the contact of your hand caressing against the outline of his hard dick. he was thankful you weren’t directly touching him because he had a feeling he would’ve came the second your hand wrapped around his shaft.

beomgyu helped rubbing you through your high. you were panting a lot more than you did from your brief make out before. your essence drips down his fingers, coating his hand and hoping not to soil the cuff of his hoodie. he places his free hand on one thigh, rubbing his thumb across the small surface of your skin to calm you down.

“shit, we really did that.” he laughs against your lips to give you a few pecks.

“no way you’re that good.” you peck him back between each word.

"oh, but I am." he was cocky, but he was hot. he pulls back from you momentarily, lifting his slick-covered fingers into his mouth and releasing them with a ‘pop’. “mm, and you taste good too.”

you push his shoulder and share some giggles between you, still fucked out and waiting for reality to hit you that you let this hot stranger finger fuck you in the public restrooms.

beomgyu went back to kissing your neck slowly, taking in your scent and the touch of your skin against his lips, not wanting this little rendezvous to end. grabbing your phone beside you, your lockscreen was full of numerous missed calls from yeonjun and soobin.

shit shit shit shit.

you check the time and you have just over an hour to make yourself look a little more presentable, find the two older males and the gate for your next flight. a small part of you didn’t want to leave beomgyu so soon, and though it was most likely a one-time thing, you didn’t want it to be.

“hey, I’ve got to go.” you push him away from your neck a little, his lips still try to chase the area of skin he's gone over for the 100th time.

“that was so short-lived.” he groans, tilting his head back to see his prominent adam’s bob up and down.

“yeah I know,” you jump off the counter to clean between your thighs and pull up your panties and sweats. “but at least you made me cum.” you winked at him.

he was cute, and you were sort of surprised by this side of him already. your compliments only sent his ears to turn red and a his failed attempt at keeping in his grin.

“I’ll walk you back to your gate?”

“if that’s okay with you? wait, what’s your gate though?” you make eye contact with him through the mirror waiting for his response.

“gate 5, you?”

“shut up,” you received a confused look from him. “that’s my gate too!" an idea came up and you remember that you have one more stop over flight, and if he's on the same flight as you then that meant you'll both see each other at the next airport. "what about you?" remembering how hard he was, you reach out and gently stroke his semi-hard dick through his shorts, but he shakes his head at you and gives you a smile.

as if catching on what you were thinking, he wraps his hand around your wrist and drags the palm of your hand down the length of his hidden cock. "no no, it's okay. plus, now I know we'll still meet at the next airport, I can wait."

you felt his arms wrap around your waist, leaving one more kiss on your neck, with his lips forming a smile against your skin before adjusting the collar of your tshirt. he attempts to hide the marks he left on you but failed miserably. his neck, on the other hand, could not be hidden with any sort of attempt unless he wore a turtle neck, which he did not. you mentally curse at yourself for leaving marks so high up.

“it’s fine. I’m not the one travelling with two other people, so don’t worry about it.” you blush from his statement. but also think about how yeonjun would call you a hypocrite, though technically, you didn’t exactly fuck beomgyu.

you and beomgyu walk back to the area where you left yeonjun and soobin almost 2 hours ago. you lean over to grab ahold of your small suitcase, which was laid flat on the floor, and hear yeonjun scoff behind the both of you.

he saw the light marks peeking out from under your shirt and can’t help but feel weird from the sight. he knows he shouldn't feel this way about his best friend's younger sister, yet he made a mental note that you look good marked up. yeonjun's mind couldn't help but wonder what your moans sound like, or even how good you'd feel around his tongue, fingers or his now-growing cock.

“and you were the one that told me not to get my dick wet. you better hide that from soobin or else he’d kill me for letting you wander around for too long," yeonjun eyes beomgyu, "especially with a stranger." he huffs, breaking his curious daydream about you, he observes the way the other guy was standing close to you. yeonjun's still a little taller than the purple-haired male, which managed to boost his ego in the smallest way possible because he was always that competitive.

“don’t worry, YJ, I didn’t wet his dick yet, if you’re that concerned.” you hear beomgyu chortle from your response, not knowing just how jealous yeonjun was growing.

“whatever. that’s on you if you get in trouble.”

“okay, okay!” you nudge his arm, letting him know you were just teasing him back. “what do I need to do for you to keep this a secret? I’ll do anything.”

yeonjun’s ears lit up from your offer. “anything?”

“anything!” you look up at him, watching the gradual smirk climb on his face.

“just wait and see when we get on the plane.” he smirks, turning away.

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[spookybias]

ideal types — txt

pairing: txt x gender neutral! reader. genre: fluff. word count: 0.4k. note: head's up, there's a few mentions of food. this is pretty specific because it's based off of my perspective of the boys and is just for fun.

⌕ › choi yeonjun

bold enough to kiss before confessing. touch deprived. isn't easy to make friends with, but incredibly loyal and compassionate. sucks at flirting. short smiles that may appear insincere. doesn't clean their mirror. hands often covered in charcoal or chalk. gingham-patterned cardigans. thinks cloudy days are beautiful. amused by the smallest entertainment. doesn't like having food picked off of their plate, but happy to finish someone else's leftovers. never wants to humiliate others. enjoys babysitting. great at following schedules. unknowingly adored by everyone.

⌕ › choi soobin

knowing smiles. only has a handful of close friends. dresses up in a showy outfit only to throw on a hoodie ten minutes before leaving. has probably eaten pizza with a fork and knife. says 'i love you' before its been a year. tries their hardest not to laugh at someone falling down. cotton candy body spray. bored resting face. eats everyone else's popcorn at the movies. sleeps with more than one blanket. easy to confide in, but doesn't like being confided in. constantly changes their mind. walks slowly. face-plants into bed. believes every problem could be solved if people were nice to each other.

⌕ › choi beomgyu

aims for things that seem unachievable. iced tea enthusiast. checkered vans with dirt smudges. needs help defending themselves. a bit traditional. dreams of playing with baby elephants. loud, but doesn't realize that they're loud. has a hard time accepting expensive gifts. would abandon their wedding to help someone else. likes dirty jokes. can hold the most invigorating conversations. will argue that prehistoric animals still roam the planet. lollipop lover. ear nibbler. has some crazy cool underdog story as their childhood. unintentionally assertive. can be arrogant every now and then.

⌕ › kang taehyun

seems younger than they are. well-mannered. always on the edge of a breakdown. spends a lot of time on the things that they love. a fan of blizzards. turtle neck sweaters under rompers. prefers appetizers over main courses. apologizes more than they should. risky actions fueled sheer curiosity. hums xylophone songs. probably a star student. fluttering eyelashes. pretty penmanship. doesn't know how to be straightforward. cookie dough lover. builds blanket forts. appreciates the color brown. somewhat naive. has good leadership skills, but is afraid of taking charge.

⌕ › huening kai

thinks they're the prettiest person in the room. notices even the tiniest of details. adores kawaii goth look books. walks with a bounce in their step. can fall asleep anywhere. friendly. the type to pass out friendship bracelets. short-tempered. has a lot of unfinished projects. a pebble collector. has dreamed of stargazing since they were nine. wishes for world peace and an end to world hunger at 11:11. wants to catch fireflies. arrives at work in pajamas with zero shame. content with what they have. won't hesitate to drop kick a bully. low laughter. likes to poke others.

tagging: @90sclub @arohabangtan @boba-beom @cafe-jeno @changmin-wrlds @choiwrld @fylithia @hooniee @honeyseungz @leoscoffee @lovelygalaxy333 @s4ijohs @softbbyg0rl @speckled-sunshine

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[soobirou]

# — GIVE YOUR HAND TO YOUR PARTNER TREND

# REQUEST: hey i was wondering if you could do a reaction to the tiktok "give you hand to your partner and see what they do" with txt? if you can't it's fine! thank you either way!

# WORD COUNT: O.4 k

# PAIRING: txt x gn! reader

# WARNINGS: none !

# GENRE: fluff !

# A/N: i think i lost the ask🧍‍♂️but ty for the person who requested this !! it’s kind of short bc i’m trying something new where i write in paragraphs instead but ty for waiting while i worked on this 💕 (and for kai’s just imagine it’s a picnic date)

♡ — SOOBIN !!

soobin didn’t even take one glance at your hand as you placed it in front of him, due to how engrossed he was in his laptop. oblivious to your plan involving your phone, your hand, and him, soobin absentmindedly took your hand is his own, starting to fiddle around with your fingers before pressing his lips softly against it. “is everything okay love?” he questioned, finally turning his attention towards you, only to be surprised at the view of your phone recording his every move.

♡ — YEONJUN !!

yeonjun’s eyes followed your hand as you placed it in front of him, a smirk appearing on his face not even seconds later as he realized what was happening. this was only because he was going to do the exact same thing to you but it ended up slipping his mind. amusement shone through his eyes as he triumphantly pressed a kiss to your hand, feeling proud that he knew what you wanted him to do. “if you wanted a kiss, you should’ve just asked for one” yeonjun’s comment left you dumbfounded, wondering if he had already seen the tiktok.

♡ — BEOMGYU !!

confusion was written all over beomgyu’s face as he stared at your hand that was placed directly in front of him. “am i supposed to do something?” he questioned before flipped your hand over a few times and looking back at you. luckily he was able to catch onto your hint as you mouth the word “kiss”, doing exactly as it implied. “is this right?” a small smile was spread across beomgyu’s face at the sight of you being satisfied by his action, finding the situation unusual but pretty cute nonetheless.

♡ — TAEHYUN !!

taehyun continuously looked between your hand and your face, before furrowing his eyebrow in confusion. “why’s your hand here? do you want me to hold it??” after answering his question with a “kind of but not really”, a few options ran through his mind as he observed how you had your phone out to record what he did. taking a second to finalize his choice, taehyun interlocked his own hand with yours before. scanning your reaction, he chose to press a kiss, as if it was the final cherry on top. “that was it right y/n?”

♡ — HUENINGKAI !!

after making sure to hide your phone in your pocket where hueningkai wouldn’t notice, you placed your hand in front of him which immediately caught his attention. slowly, he interlocked his hand with yours before pulling you down to sit with him in the grass smiling brightly at you. kai was totally oblivious to whatever was going on as he unpacked food items from the basket that he had set down, starting up a conversation about what he planned for the day. “so yn, i was thinking we could…”

[woniepop]

BREAKING UP WITH TXT AS A PRANK

pairings: Gender Neutral!Reader x choi soobin, choi yeonjun, choi beomgyu, kang Taehyun, huening kai

Genre: Boyfriend! smau

Warnings: cursing a lil

a/n: hey 🌝 reposting cause i accidentally deleted after finding out taehyun’s are switched, so if you saw the original post no you didn’t

[choiwrld]

— txt having a crush on another member’s sibling⌇·˚ ༘

a special collaboration with: @woniepop pls check her out 💖 also credits to her for making this cute header!

pairing: idol! txt x gender neutral! reader

genre/warnings: fluff!

word count: 624

✩⡱ YEONJUN 

one night, yeonjun caught soobin facetiming someone last at night after work

and that someone happened to be you :D

his heart would flutter every time you said hi

now he’s all giggly

although you can be kinda shy when talking to him

but that’s what he likes about you!

the fact that you and soobs share the same personalities just makes him extra whipped for you

to make you feel comfortable, yeonjun would totally throw some dad jokes here and there

and possibly flirt with you in front of soobin

overall, he would babied you constantly 

✩⡱ SOOBIN 

we all know hueningkai and soobin are really close

so one time he invited him to visit his house for a family dinner

and while hyuka was introducing his family, that’s when he met you

poor soobin would start stuttering

he can't help it, you’re just too pretty

you honestly find it cute

to save him, you just introduced yourself first instead

hueningkai would be laughing in the corner

while eating, you noticed how soobin gotten pretty quiet after that tiny incident 

to make him feel better, you would try to at least hold a conversation with  him after dinner

thankfully, soobin feels a lot better now and is more open to you

✩⡱ BEOMGYU

it was a normal night for beomgyu as he and yeonjun were up gaming

in the middle of the game, yeonjun received a call from you

of course, he picked up the phone since he knew you want to check up on him

meanwhile, beomgyu was quietly listening to the conversation

he honestly loves listening to the sound of your voice

wishes that he can see you in person one day

but when that day had come…

the boy is stunned

he offered you to play video games with him

and yeonjun ofc tagged himself in since he’s a bit overprotective of you

the gaming session got loud pretty quickly

you guys would make an alliance and just to attack yeonjun

when beomgyu won the last round, he tries to make you jealous

mostly because he likes to witness your reactions

therefore, you both get along pretty well

✩⡱ TAEHYUN - written by kate!

since your brother beomgyu is a picky eater, you normally cook food for him along with delivering them to his dorms when you have time

this time was no different, but instead, taehyun answered the door

as soon as you appeared in front of his eyes, his heart skipped a beat

like a polite gentleman, he brought all the food inside 

and also whined to gyu to let him have a taste 

taehyun likes to act cool just to make you feel protected

acts really cute to make you think he’s adorable

tries to flirt but then immediately turn it into a joke out of embarrassment

also tries to makes you laugh all the time

likes to tease you but not as often as he does with his members

if anyone brought up his crush, he denies it right away 

✩⡱ HUENINGKAI - written by kate!

since you heard that your brother taehyun came down with a cold, you decided to visit TXT’s dorm to check up on him

and of course you have brought soup!

since he and hueningkai are roommates, you at least tried to make conversation with hyuka to get to know him better

he thought you were cute

begs tae for your number 

loves learning everything about you

he even tries to play video games with you all the time

when he began to realize he developed feelings for you, the poor baby became nervous quickly

attempts to put his arm over your shoulder or tries to be smooth as possible

flirts but fails horribly 

if you texted him, you will most likely get a response right away unlike the other members

[binniebutter]

𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 6, 11, & 32 “You’re safe now.” & “Cuddles?” & “Go back to sleep.”  requested by anon.

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff; established relationship

Word Count: 498

Warnings: nightmare, major character death in dream, blood, violence, guns

Yeonjun lays on the concrete, his body bloody and battered. But it’s nothing compared to how you are right now. Not a speck of your face is visible with the amount of blood on it. If it wasn’t for the rising of your chest, he would think that you were dead.

The man who had made you look like that isn’t done as it seems. He points a gun straight to your face and a silent scream rises from Yeonjun’s throat. It isn’t as silent as he thinks though, seeing as the man moves the gun away from your face and points it at Yeonjun instead.

“What, pretty boy? You wanna trade your life for theirs?” he nods immediately. He would do anything to keep you safe, even die for you. The masked man chuckles at his eagerness. “Well then lover boy. Say your last words.” And he does.

“I love you, Y/n,” he says while closing his eyes. The sound of a gunshot. He waits for the pain to overcome his body. When it doesn’t come, and he hears laughter come from the man standing above him, he turns to look at you. And to his horror, a red splotch that wasn’t there before spreads wider on your white sweater.

“Y/N!” he screams.

“Y/N!” He wakes up in a cold sweat. He turns to his side and sees you looking at him with a worried expression. Tears sprang to his eyes at the sight of you. You’re alive. You’re ok.

“Baby? What’s wrong Jun?” you ask while embracing him. It’s then that Yeonjun let’s go. He breaks down in your arms, sobbing louder and harder than you had ever seen him cry before. You don’t say anything. You just hold him in your arms, rubbing his back with one hand while the other threads through his hair, whispering in his ear.

“You’re ok love. You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you. I’m right here,” you whisper, among many other things. It takes a while for Yeonjun to calm down but you’re patient, never stopping in your attempts to soothe him. Once he’s calm enough, you slowly unwrap your arms from his body and put your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. You take notice of how tired he looks. The bags under his eyes. You sigh, feeling sorry for your lover and wanting to help him in any way that you can. “Go back to sleep, baby. We can talk about it in the morning, yeah?” Your boyfriend merely nods.

“C-cuddles?” he sniffles out. You nod, a small smile on your face. Yeonjun moves back to his spot in your arms, holding you tight, as if he was scared that you’d be gone if he let go. You just let him, only moving to lie you both back on the bed. You play with the pink strands of your boyfriend’s hair, once again whispering soothing words to him.

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[juyeonau]

♡ unparalleled

in part of the “olympus falls” txt collaboration hosted by bratzau (me) and btxtreads!

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, slight enemies to lovers, greek god au, demi god au

warnings: substance, injury, vomiting

word count: 2.5k

inspired by: @/cinanamon​‘s donghyuck fic titled ‘taming of a prince’ 

disclaimer: not my best, super rushed. i hope you guys still enjoy!

synopsis: “let’s just kiss, then after a few dates i could pretend that you didn’t satisfy me enough, and we could go our separate ways like before.” choi beomgyu, the son of the great dionysus, is now up for marriage. but all he knew was to have fun and marriage was not. but here you are, the daughter of athena, just at the right age as well, trying your best to please both your mother and his father, and get this draining arrangement over and done with. 

“Maybe tomorrow will be a new day.” you say with a sigh as you look outside the hall’s window. “The clouds today looked thin.” you mumble, squinting your eyes a little. Was it because of that stupid son Hermes liked to fly around like a jet? Or was it that emotional daughter of Zeus who liked to spur out fits of lightning whenever she cried? How… different she was with her father, personality wise that is.

You were left with a frown. Today did not feel like a good day at all as the air you breathed gave off an ominous feel. You were dressed up perfectly. But something felt very strange. You were of age, a maiden. Intelligent and cunning. Ambitious as people would say but not someone who’d like to overachieve. You calculate everyone around you, as you were also great in combat and see through just anyone. You’re a mind reader perhaps, but maybe just lucky because you were born from such a goddess of pride; Athena. 

You love putting yourself out here, a good reputation within other sons and daughter of demigods. But what you hated was that one boy who seemed to throw himself whenever the ‘fun is at’ or whatever the hell that meant. “For the love of it.” you groan. Just in time, that same boy comes into the hall with a cup of wine. Hair is messy, clothes almost shattered. That grin on his face made your blood boil, and the sound of his giggle could cause earbleed. Well, only to you of course.

And of course, nothing else could’ve been worse when he came up to you saying, “There is a boy outside.” And maybe you felt a vein pop. 

“And what the hell is this about Beomgyu?” you say with a sneer. If you could, you’d bash his head in front of a mirror. Maybe it could kick some sense in him that he was too full of himself. 

He puts the glass down and sighs, “I don’t know but he mentioned my father, and apparently goddess Athena too.”

Why do you dislike him so much? Simple. He may have thrown up on you while you were trying to get the attention of a sun god’s child. And of course he had to fuck it up. The humiliation you felt perhaps turned into anger, and slowly turned into annoyance. You didn’t hate Beomgyu, you just wanted to stay away. But if a god’s will is to bring you two together, you’d rather marry off to a cyclops. 

But then again, this is also your mother. You have no idea what they have in store for the both of you. The sooner you fix this with him, the sooner you can get away from him. 

Or so you thought. 

You walk outside the hall. It was the afternoon so everyone must’ve been resting. And to the looks of it, some may have celebrated more than they should. It’s not everyday the head master of the haven had declared an ‘academic’ freeze. 

There was only you, Beomgyu and that tall man who showed up so suddenly. You cock a brow, confused why he was here. Maybe you should’ve just stayed with your siblings. 

“Hello, Beomgyu, Y/n, I was brought here to tell you all a message.” 

You nod and Beomgyu snaps his fingers. 

The man opens up a scroll and clears his throat. “Y/n and Beomgyu are both of age and must marry soon. After looking through Beomgyu’s behavior, and his recklessness, the goddess herself has decided to marry her own child to Dionysus’. You have until the end of the month. If there are any objections, and issues-” he says as he looks at Beomgyu head to toe, “then it will be answered to me. Please state your objections now.” 

After hearing that, you had to double check if you were drunk yourself. You suddenly had felt dizzy, your throat felt dry, you wanted to puke. Does your mother hate you? Probably not, but does she expect you to fix Beomgyu’s personality when he marries you? Of course she does. She probably already expects you to ‘fix’ him during the month.

And remember, this isn’t only your mother’s wish, but Beomgyu’s father as well. You have no choice then but to agree, and nod your head with a scowl on your face. 

The man rolls up the scroll and smiles, “that’s settled! Beomgyu has suddenly passed out, but since you have agreed, he is now your responsibility. I will be around. Here, you may summon me with this.” He hands you a small bell. “Ring it three times.” And he suddenly fades away. 

And this was the start of a long, long, month, maybe just for you. Beomgyu had no care, he liked you anyway. But you didn’t have to know that.

THE FIRST WEEK

It was absolutely horrible trying to tolerate him, while Beomgyu was having the time of his life. You were always together. Walking around the place as you see the other demigods giving you a thumbs up in support, knowing your dislike of the boy. When you had gone home that day and you told them, they made sure not to burst out laughing. 

Beomgyu on the other hand was just happy to have you company. But you gave him a golden rule, “stay sober.” Surprisingly for you, he was doing a good job. You just tried to stay optimistic. Beomgyu was probably a good guy underneath the wine he loved to drink. But you could also see how stiff he’s become, but he was still the same guy who had excitement and energy. Just less, drunk. 

And he brought you home always on time, with a smile on his face.

THE SECOND WEEK

You felt like giving up. Everyday he meets you outside with flowers, and he didn’t know that you were allergic to pollen. The first day was spent with you sneezing. You thought after the first week you’d warmed up to him, but sadly he was just the same annoying boy you’d like to avoid. Which is impossible now, sadly.

The next few days, Beomgyu felt out of it. “What’s wrong?” you ask him. 

His hands were shaking, lips too. But he looked at you in the eye and said, “we’re getting married, aren’t we?” His eyes faltered as he looked around the area. The clouds were full, maybe the Zeus child was having a good rest for now. Though how cloudy it may be, your mind was cloudier. Crowded with thoughts and sudden realizations. There were two weeks left. You don’t expect a ceremony, but you had summoned the man during the night in your place.

“What if I don’t like him, or he doesn’t like me. Or if we both didn’t seem to make it work. Beomgyu is difficult. I could devote myself to anything, to studies, to work. I know that one day I’ll be serving my mother as I should, but shouldn’t I… should I really marry off to someone who is completely my opposite?” 

The man just looked at you with sad eyes, “if it really cannot be, the goddess said never to force it.” 

That sentence stuck with you throughout the week. Both sentences actually. Beomgyu did say that he could last a year without the vices, those were for enjoyment. He could sing, maybe even dance, but marriage is not of enjoyment. After all, if he could love you wholeheartedly, it would be earning it from you within years, not a month. And he knew you couldn’t love him like that. Not as fast as expected at least. And besides that, Beomgyu was never ready for commitment. That is the top of the list as to why ‘marriage is not of enjoyment.’

THE THIRD WEEK

“Let’s just kiss, then after a few dates I could pretend that you didn’t satisfy me enough, and we could go our separate ways like before.” you bravely said. You just wanted this over with. For someone who could read someone within combat, Beomgyu was hard to read. 

“Oh okay, we could do that.” he nods, and leans in. 

You gulp, you didn’t think that your first kiss would end up being like this. But you close your eyes and wait for him. Beomgyu grew impatient for a while, you both looked stupid as none of you leaned in, so he just made the first move. Cupping the side of your face and finally planting a small kiss on your lips. 

You stayed absolutely frozen, scared because you didn’t know what to do. So Beomgyu pulls away. 

“How was that?” he asks. 

“I… I guess it was nice.” 

The rest of the days were just right. Beomgyu had managed to make you laugh the moment he deemed right. And you felt a little attached. “You know, I think you’re a fun guy to be with.” you admit. 

Beomgyu’s face turns a slight pink and says, “thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”

The rest of the week was spent with awkward stares, but you did feel something. And by Saturday, you asked if he could hold your hand. And he did so proudly. But something inside him felt empty.

FOURTH AND LAST WEEK

You were both in the hall, sharing a cup of tea. Poking fun of the other demigods as they played with a golden rod. Neither of you have spoken though, because earlier that day he had kissed your cheek so suddenly. Maybe it was the awkward feeling of dread, so silence wasn’t the best right now. 

And so you start a conversation. “I really disliked you, you know?” you tell him. “You threw up on me in front of a guy I liked.” 

Beomgyu did his best not to laugh “Oh, then good riddance to him.” 

“It wasn’t on purpose though, right?” 

“No, but it does feel good now, I guess.” 

You scoff, “Really? Cause you never bothered to apologize.”

“It was because I was embarrassed to throw up, not only in front of someone I admire, but on them too. But I promise I won’t be as impulsive!” he says, clasping his hands together.

But you couldn’t help but repeat one word he said in your head. “You admire me?”

SECOND TO THE LAST DAY

“Beomgyu.” you call him. You were both in his room as he finally got a sip of wine after three weeks, of course allowed by you. “This is our last week, what should we do?” you say as you fiddled with your fingers. 

He shrugs, taking a bigger gulp. “Hey, don’t get drunk.” 

Beomgyu smiles and puts down the glass, sitting next to you on his bed. “Well, tell me. Would you want to get married together?” he asks. 

You looked at him, and if you could, you scream and say no. But not because you disliked him, well you did, but it was too soon. Even a goddess should know that a month is too soon to fall in love. 

“I think we shouldn’t get married so soon. I asked the messenger last night when you brought me home. He said the moment we agree, the next month is a preparation. I don’t think we should marry each other soon.” you admit. 

“But would you like to marry me? Not that I would marry you it’s just-”

“I don’t know.” you say, cutting him off.

Did it hurt him? Of course, his lifelong crush may have just rejected a life with him. But it may have pushed you to a corner. You were put on the spot, and to make matters worse, his father had to meddle in it. Beomgyu just frowns and says, “how disappointing of an answer.”

THE LAST DAY

The first few days of the week were just you and Beomgyu, but the moment you said that you didn’t think marriage was a good idea, the next days were just both of you, separated. He did not come pick you up by your place, and you felt pride that you shouldn’t.

But this was the last day.

Surprisingly, Beomgyu picked you up, but he wasn’t smiling, nor was his aura radiant like the past times. He looked like he was just fulfilling a duty. Oh how the tables have turned. Your mother’s plan to get him to ‘behave’ was somewhat seen. He didn’t go to parties even if the temptation was right in front of him, and he made sure that he didn’t at least get one drop of wine in him without your permission. 

Yes Beomgyu may have changed, and that goes for you too. You didn’t see him as the same person who annoyed you for being so obnoxious and off putting. And it actually made you sad the moment you saw him up close. You felt like it wasn’t him you were with at all. But there was one time during these four weeks was where he taught you how to feel free. Maybe it was that one time he destroyed a vase for pure enjoyment, and you had to run with him to not get the blame.

It was exhilarating, til you scolded him of course.

You walked by him, looking behind you as you see your siblings by the window, giving you expressions of encouragement. And you smile slightly as a reply.

“Where are we going?” 

“To meet the guy, and I’ll just say that I failed.” he says. 

You stopped walking and grabbed him by his sleeve, “failed to what?”

“Just, just let me do it.” 

The messenger smiles and greets the both of you. “So, what’s the decision?”

“I…” you start, but it feels harder and harder to let out. You were torn and confused. You spend little time with Beomgyu, a month feels like a day. You obviously wanted more, you needed more time. Because maybe, you could fall for him right. But was it too selfish of you to ask for more time? 

Beomgyu suddenly places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a small smile. 

“I would- I would love to marry her, but may I have a request?” he asks. 

The man smiles and says, “okay.”

“Can I please request more time? I know this may sound like a stretch, but I do have feelings for her. And I want to make her mine not only within a month, maybe within years. Also, I don’t want to think of marriage right away, if that alright? I would at least like to court her, and have fun. But I do promise to marry her, if she agrees?”

Beomgyu looks at you. His eyes weren't sad nor happy, he was serious. He was still as hard to read, but maybe you should start slower than that. “How about, we start as friends?”

Beomgyu looks down. Eyes moving from left to right. Was he thinking? 

“I’m fine with that. No commitment yet, and we could still hang out.” And now it was up to the messenger in front of you. 

“The goddess and god never said to decline objections and requests. Andi since both of you are in a mutual understanding, and Beomgyu has made some obvious changes, then I shall allow it.” 

Beomgyu cheers, hugging you so suddenly as he spins you around. Maybe too overjoyed as he pecks your lips. “Oh sorry, yes, yes. We’re friends.”

You smile, “yeah, for now at least.”

[cotccotc]

𝟱:𝟮𝟳 𝗽𝗺  -: ✧ :-  “ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪꜱʜ”

      ┈┈ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯

✩  part of my happy birthday, baby series

✩  summary: let’s just say he liked your surprise... ♡

✩  genre/s: fluff, established relationship, soobin x gn reader

✩  warning/s: food

✩  blurb, ~690 words

✩  a/n: i actually started this one with the intention of it being for jin, but i thought soob boi would fit it better!! woo woooo happy binnie day~ <33

✩ tags: @crscendoforsung, @serenityswords-main, @changbinniee​, @maiau-ia, @kpopscape, @k-net (send an ask to be added!)

-: ✧ :-

“y/n!” soobin calls for you, shutting the door to your apartment and locking it with the spare key you gave him. “i’m h-”

as he turns around, he’s stunned to find you waiting so closely behind him; so much so that he lets out a sharp cry. you jump as well. it might not have been the best idea to stand directly behind the door, but you’d planned the main part of the surprise so meticulously that it didn’t even cross your mind.

as he adjusts to the shock, he takes in the sight before him. his eyes soften and he begins laughing, stepping closer to you. “what’s this?” he asks, placing a hand on your arm.

“surprise…?” you say. you stretch out your arms to show him the cake you’d baked for him. it took you all day, and you had to make sure he was gone the whole time. so, you employed the assistance of your most trusted friend, kang taehyun. you knew the others couldn’t handle keeping the secret or planning a whole day’s worth of activities. you pretty much owe taehyun your life, but that’s a post-soobin day problem.

your boyfriend closely examines the cake; from its petite size - perfect for the two of you to share - to the vibrant blue sprinkles coating the sides, to the adorably written “happy birthday, baby” written in yellow frosting on the very top, and the singular blue candle sitting aglow in the middle. “i love it. thank you, babe,” he says in a relaxed, sentimental tone.

he leans in to kiss you, but luckily your common sense kicks in. “careful! blow out the candle first,” you advise. he looks at the flame and back at you, eyes crinkling with a nervous chuckle. “make a wish!”

he follows your command, closing his eyes and pursing his lips to think of the perfect wish. once he does so, he opens his eyes, blows out the candle, and finally places his lips on yours to thank you. 

once you break away, faces beaming, he looks back down at the cake. “i love you, you know?” he asks, observing the thin trail of smoke emanating from the candle.

“i love you t-”

“i was talking to the cake.” with no hesitation, soobin grabs the confection out of your hands and heads to the kitchen. with your jaw dropped, you follow him with your eyes. he flashes you a cheeky smirk before exiting the room, prompting you to chase after him; not because you’re mad at his actions, but rather because if you don’t intervene fast enough, you might neve see that cake again in a matter of minutes.

as you enter the kitchen to find him hunched over the counter, the cake sitting helplessly below his loving yet hungry gaze, you shout, “drop the dessert!”

“but it’s mine!”

“it’s ours.”

“hey! when you gave me that spare key, you said, and i quote, ‘what’s mine is yours’, did you not?” he states, exaggerating his impression of your voice for emphasis.

he makes a good point. you pause. “well… i mean-”

“i’m kidding. here,” he says, grabbing a fork from the drawer below the counter. he digs into the cake (which… all your hard work down the drain- it’s fine) and places a hand under to catch any stray sprinkles as he brings the fork toward your mouth. you accept the bite with a smile. he goes in for a second forkful, but before he can take a bite, you grab it from him.

“allow me,” you command in a silly, mockingly fancy voice. he giggles, tucking his hands behind his back and opening his mouth for you. once he begins chewing, his eyes widen. he looks back and forth between you and the cake.

“y/n…”

“yes~” you respond, eager for him to compliment your baking skills.

but he’s soobin. so, instead, he grabs the fork, grabs the cake, and sprints into the living room. you groan, chasing after him once again.

at the end of the day, all your efforts proved to be worthwhile. especially considering there weren’t any leftovers.

-: ✧ :-

©️ cotccotc 2020 ~ all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[yawnjunie]

so you’re the artsy type, huh ❦ cbg (1)

Genre: fluff, university au, crack (get ready for a bad take on comedy)

Pairing: broke artist!reader x art sponsor!beomgyu

Word count: 7k

Summary: After spending way too much time chasing after an impossible dream, you weren’t too sure you wanted to continue with your lifelong passion— art. One eventful day at the museum steered you onto a road full of twists and turns, and you unexpectedly found yourself wading deeper into murky water with your new employer.

A/N: a huge thank you to @noiaeu​ and @halohyuka​ for being my beta readers! anyways here is a long overdue fic that was a 20k+ word monstrosity but is now a series. happy reading!

— blu and struz

You tapped your feet absentmindedly against the grimy tiles of the cheap burger chain as you waited. The atmosphere that usually felt bustling and welcoming now felt stuffy as your stomach churned each passing second. The waitress walked past your seat as she served the customers behind you, the fragrant aroma of the burgers on her tray prompting a vicious growl from your stomach. Sighing, you checked the time on your phone: 8:52pm. Scrolling past the inactive conversations with your “friends” (you didn’t really know what to call them because you tried to ask them out and got rejected; you’d kept those conversations anyway because you were too attached to them), you sent a quick message to a number you wish you didn’t need to text today. Without a second thought, you picked up your belongings and left the small burger shop.

Thank goodness, you knew just the perfect place to drown your sorrows in.

You called for the nearest taxi to the small food shop by the name of Mrs. Lee’s Mandu House.

“What happened this time?” A stout lady with an apron asked, peeking her head out of the kitchen, setting down a large bowl of dumplings in front of you. She made her way to the condiments shelf. “Kimchi?”

“Yes, please. I got stood up again.” You grumbled, stuffing a large dumpling into your mouth ravenously. Then, speaking through mouthfuls of food, you continued. “Maybe I should just stop trying altogether. Change my major to agricultural studies and move to the countryside while I’m at it.”

Food had never tasted so good! The savory filling of the dumplings literally melted in your mouth, and soon the blaring sound of the old AC and the sound of the kdrama from the TV had just blended into the background. It was nice not having to listen to anything.

“Aw, don’t say that.” The woman replied as she set down a pot of kimchi and a plate of kimbap on your table. The friendly ahjumma took her seat across from you and set down a bag of melon seeds. “Trust me, it’s going to be hard. You’re just in your first year of college! You’ll get there someday.” Then, she continued on to tell you about other people she knew who had it harder than you, but all that faded into the background noise, along with the AC and the TV. That sentence was the only thing you heard, and although there weren’t any lemons in the soup, everything that you ate suddenly started tasting sour. Sometimes, even the best food cannot drown out the bitterest words.

You��ll get there someday.

Foomp. You flopped onto your bed with a small grunt as your back met the soft mattress. Throwing off your glasses to the side, you massaged your eyeballs and then looked at the ceiling. It was grey. The same grey that you saw before going to sleep at night, the very same grey that greeted you when you awoke in the morning to another unexciting day. The more you stared at it, the more the popcorn ceiling looked just like a grey mass with a few monotone specks here and there.

You were always told to look to the future and stop dwelling on the past. And that was a long shot, given that all you saw in front of you was a blurry ceiling.

What is this feeling? You let yourself sink a little deeper into your mattress, lazily shifting your gaze to the left, where you saw your huge Gabriel Garcia Marquez poster taped to the wall. Solitude. Looking back, you supposed that was how you’d been living your life thus far.

Doing jobs here and there, never really achieving anything big.

Single as hell.

It was days like this that made you feel not quite sad, but just really demotivated. A reminiscent smile flickered on your face as you turned your head to stare at the wall, unto which the light that peeked through the overcast sky cast a faint shadow. Words like “lonely” and “outcast” didn’t mean a thing to you. The fact of the matter was, you didn’t have anyone, and the universe sure didn’t put an effort to sugarcoat that fact.

Rolling lazily to the edge of the bed, you finally sat yourself up. You walked over to your desk, pulled out the wooden chair, and turned on the lamp. Then, you took a moment to tie up your hair before looking down at what was lying under the spotlight of the lamp.

Amidst the blizzard of eraser shavings and the familiar scent of freshly shaved wood stood the lead outline of a girl. Shoulder-length hair up in a high ponytail, a soft, rounded nose, chapped lips, and blank, unsuspecting eyes with dark circles hanging below them. Looks like she’s never seen a day of joy in her life. Looking into the mirror standing to the left on your desk, a very tired girl with a dark face stared right back. Dusting off the eraser shavings into the trash bin next to the desk, you commended yourself for the superb self-portrait. 

At the insistence of the tightness in your right wrist and the crick in your neck, you set the pencil down and extended your arms to stretch your back. When your eyes fell upon the drawing once more, a wave of disappointment washed you back onto the shore of frustration. Yet another addition to the ever-growing pile of wasted white paper. A part of you argued that art was not a waste, which was true enough. Art made by you, however, was a different story.

What happened to me? All that time, effort, and energy never really amounted to much. After all, you’d only seen the world in black and white. It was as if someone took a giant paint tube and squirted an awful lot of grey paint everywhere.

After all, who’d ever heard of an artist who couldn’t tell orange from blue?

–––

Even the song playing in the background mocked you with every word.

♪ I see trees of green,

red roses too ♪

♪ I see them bloom,

for me and you ♪

♪ and I think to myself

what a wonderful world ♪

You glanced around tiredly as you saw your classmate’s boyfriend carry a stack of canvases for them. For someone who, one: saw the world in grey, and two: had never gone on a date, the world was anything but wonderful. You felt your eyelids drooping despite the hard, wooden stool jutting into your buttcheeks. Drowsily, you turned your gaze to your art pieces. Noticing the other students coming in to set up their pieces, you straightened up your back and set your bag down on the stool. You took a deep breath and swung your arms nervously in an attempt to garner a sense of purpose and hope. You got this! You whispered encouraging phrases to yourself under your breath, smiling at the students who bothered to greet you first.

Today was your first time participating in a student exhibition. Although it was quite unconventional for first year students to be showcasing their work in the advanced exhibition, your teacher had been nice enough to make a spot for you. Well, it was more like you practically begging her to consider you, because of your current family situation. You terribly did not want to sound like that broke college student™, but sometimes, a little bit of courage to fight against the stone cold reality was useful. And of course, Ms. Kim, being the benevolent soul she was, granted you special rights to participate.

This year, the exhibition was being held in the empty room at the Museum of Modern Art. Attendance of the students was optional, but a good handful of them came, hoping to get a professional review, or even a sponsor for their art. The moment you walked in, you held your breath—the entire room was empty, all six surfaces painted white. It was the brightest room you’d ever been in, yet the temperature seemed to drop 100 degrees.

It’s fine. This time, things will be different, you told yourself in an attempt to shake off the dread that settled in the pit of your stomach. Fifth time’s the charm, after all.

It may have been your first time participating in a college exhibition, but you’d participated in countless art competitions as a kid. You were like a wildfire, and there was no award for a competition you entered that you didn’t win. Now, it felt like you were back to base one. After all, who has that easy of a life? Those days of your easy childhood life were long gone.

You tried not to think much as you sat uncomfortably next to your paintings. For the first hour or so, you made a point to look each passing person in the eye, a wide smile plastered on your face. The second hour, the corners of your mouth started to twitch beyond your control. By the third hour, you found yourself staring at people’s shoes more often than their faces. As the minutes ticked by, you kept your eyes trained intently on the floor, mouth pressed firmly closed. Glancing around the room, you tried to take your mind off of your worries. But you couldn’t help but be envious of your classmates, who were getting noticed by the professional guests.

That’s okay, there’s always next time. Guess today just wasn’t my day.

It was beginning to feel like no day was your day. A warm sensation pricked at the corners of your eyes when a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Ma’am, excuse me.” A woman in a worn out blue outfit approached your stand. 

Being as desperate as you were, you hastily wiped away your tears from all the yawning and slapped a smile on your face, mustering up the peppiest voice you could manage. “Hey! How can I help you? As you can see, I work exclusively in grayscale, and I mostly do portrai–” “Miss–” the lady interrupted, “it’s closing time. Could you please pack your things?”

Upon processing the sight of the tattered mop in her hand, realization hit you like a truck, and not just any ordinary truck— it was a Belaz 75710 filled with 496 tons of rocks and sharp glass. That was a fun fact you stumbled upon while scrolling on Instagram; the fact that you somehow retained this useless information made you silently curse yourself. Your smile was frozen in place as you gave a series of curt nods. “Oh. Okay, I’ll start packing.”

The kind woman nodded back and started to walk away, but stopped and turned just a few steps away. “Don’t feel too down. Sometimes, life just doesn’t go the way you want it to. It’ll get better, trust me.”

“Yeah.” You replied coldly, not bothering to mask your sadness. Attempting to muster a small smile in gratitude for her kind words, you gave her a thumbs up before she left the room. It kind of hurt, getting pity from the janitor. But in a way, you felt a little comforted. At least you knew you weren’t the only person struggling. Robotically, you placed the canvases onto your utility cart one by one, then started folding up the easels. When the janitor’s footsteps had faded away, the only thing disrupting the silence was the rain. 

Plip. Plop. With the accompaniment of the beating of the raindrops on the rooftop that rang in your ear like a dull symphony, it only seemed natural for your tears to fall. And this time, there was nobody to interfere with your sob session. 

And on that afternoon, in the empty art hall, you cried your heart out. There was only one question that gnawed at the back of your mind relentlessly, like a famished dog on a bone twice its size. Should I just give up on art? The thought of it just made you cry even harder. Art was your everything.

From the moment you’d grasped the thin body of the paintbrush on your doljabi, you’d fallen in love with art. Throughout your childhood, you’d spent your days drawing. From drawing on plain computer paper to painting entire murals on your bedroom walls - you did it all. Everyone was sure you’d become an artist when you grew up. You’d even kept a money jar by your bed, which you’d used to store money for new art supplies and eventually, art school. You were happy. You had a good eye for color. 

Thunder crashed outside as that memory resurfaced in your mind. Back then, you drew like there was no tomorrow when you could see colors. Until the world became dark when your colors, your precious colors were taken away. And the world remained dark ever since. They all pitied you, sending a sigh your way in condolence for your loss. You didn’t need or want their pity, of course. All you’d ever wanted was an answer, a reason to why they left your eyes. 

You wanted to blame it on something, but what could you do? Every night you prayed, praying desperately for your colors back. But every morning, the ceiling remained grey. So did the sky when you walked to work. Pushing your shabby cart with a loose wheel down the hallway full of eccentric art pieces, you didn’t even spare a glance at them. Well, other than to avoid being noticed by the few people who were still in the museum, to which you hid your swollen face in the opposite direction and choked back your sobs. Well, what can you do now, y/n? It’s not your first time participating in an exhibition anyway. There’s probably someone out there having it harder than you, so suck it up! Everything will be better once you get back home… 

Just when you were nearing the entrance of the museum, you heard a different pair of footsteps from your own behind you.

“Hey.” You jumped out of your skin at the tap on your left shoulder. Caught by surprise, you found yourself stumbling backwards into your cart. You lost your footing and down crashed your rear end. By attempting to hold onto the cart handle for balance, your art pieces now seemed to fall in slow motion, the cart suspended in the air as your mouth hung open in horror. You reached out to grab it, but unfortunately, you were an aching 2 centimeters short of saving your artwork. The cart toppled on top of your canvases with a comical crack, wooden splinters flying everywhere. The empty utility cart squealed defeatedly as it toppled to its side, a loose wheel still spinning.

You felt your head spin even faster, as you grew increasingly frustrated by your inability to comprehend what had just happened. Holy shit.

Strewn across the floor, battered and broken, lay hours upon hours of your time, your hard-earned money, along with the last strains of your hope of becoming an artist. F*ck!

Eyes wide and mouth agape, you turned to face the perpetrator of the tragedy. 

This is the part where he apologizes and promises to make it up to me, then gives me his contact info and we go on a date and he falls for me and we live happily ever after. Or so you hoped, you thought. The thought was so ridiculous that you could have burst out into laughter if it hadn’t been for the fact that the fruit of your blood, sweat, and tears was now a bunch of broken wood and torn cotton on the floor. F you and your last brain cell, y/n. Get yourself together and snap out of it. You were convinced that you were so sleep deprived from your K-drama binging session this morning at 4am that you’d convinced yourself that you were living the next episode.

Chances were low that the two of you would get together and live happily ever from an offense like this, but even so, he would have to compensate for the damages somehow. Now that you came back to reality, you realized that you couldn’t even make out what the guy in front of you looked like. “Okay, but what if he’s like, your next patron or something.” You don’t know if you muttered that out loud, but your odd behavior was really annoying you today. Shut up, it's not like he's Song Kang! Stop it! Nevertheless, you bet on the Balenciaga slides that he was wearing that he would pull out a business card the next moment.

You stared into the boy’s eyes expectantly and he met your gaze. You felt your pulse quicken as he opened his mouth to speak, eagerly awaiting your compensation. Hello hello, my next patron. This is the moment that marks my upgrade to a better life.

“I am so, so sorry about this.”

“You should be.”

As he spoke, the boy pulled his cap lower and threw on his hood. “Not just about me breaking your paintings, but also this.” Dammit, what have I gotten myself into?

And then he bolted.

🏃 💨

“Wha– hey! Where do you think you’re going?!”

He slammed his body against the glass door and ran into the rain while you followed in close pursuit. However, after a few wobbly steps, it occurred to you that you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion, so you took off your heels and continued the hunt barefoot. 

Still, even under normal circumstances, you weren’t much of a track star. Wearing a blazer with suit pants and no shoes wasn’t helping your chances either, and the weather didn’t seem to plan on making things any easier.

The two of you ran through the heavy rain like cat and mouse. Clenching your teeth and your fists, you chased after the boy. He ran about two blocks before you caught up to him. As your calves grew sore, you considered hurling one of your heels at him.

The boy slowed down for a couple of seconds, looking around frantically. Mr. Kim.....! I told you to wait for me out here—!

Heaving a sigh, he turned around and began to run in another direction. And although he'd hate to admit it, today was one of the days where he had no choice but to admit that his choice of footwear today was a fatal flaw.

Somehow, despite the odds against you, you weren’t the one who ate the pavement. The boy tripped over the curb and slammed into the sidewalk, bellyflopping straight into a gargantuan puddle. Those Balenciagas did not help him run through the rain very well. You laughed in triumph and squatted next to his almost-lifeless body. 

“Gotchu now, you jer–” 

Boom! The world went white for a second, illuminated by the blinding clap of lightning. In an instant, the downpour increased tenfold, the raindrops now feeling like bullets against your skin. 

“Okay, maybe this isn’t the best place to have a conversation.” 

–––

The two of you trudged through the rain—or, more accurately— you dragged the boy through the rain, your grip on his hoodie sleeve iron-tight. When you finally reached your car, you opened the passenger door and he went in obediently. From an outsider’s point of view, you might’ve been mistaken as an undercover cop. In fact, you were sure feeling like one as you apprehended the criminal.

You went around to the back and opened up the trunk, where after rifling through months' worth of empty bottles, fabric bags for shopping, and a variety of other car junk, you finally found your stash of somewhat clean clothes. After careful consideration, you chucked a worn hoodie and the swimming shorts you’d worn to the beach last year over the seat. Just in case, you also tossed your first-aid kit over. You threw your heels in and swapped them for a pair of nylon flip flops before slamming the trunk closed. 

You went back to the passenger’s side and opened the door. Taking in the figure of the drenched and bleeding boy, you kind of felt sorry for him. Which was stupid, considering he had just wrecked your life’s work and made a run for it. You tilted your head back and sighed, trying to sort your thoughts out. 

With all of your best art pieces now reduced to splinters, it was a cold, hard fact that you weren’t going to get a sponsor. Besides, even before they’d been smashed into smithereens, nobody had been willing to give you a chance. The probability of you finding a sponsorship was like the graph of the height of a ball thrown from a cliff at sea level, or the number √-1. It was not just in the negatives, but it was also imaginary.

Taking a sharp inhale, you talked as quickly as you could. “Listen. I’m going to go get what’s left of my art from the gallery. Just change your clothes and patch yourself up, then you can leave.” You paused to dig out a few crumpled dollars from your wallet, which you promptly threw at him. 

“Here, take this to get a taxi. I don’t know how far you live, but that’s all I have. Don’t get me wrong– I still think you’re a massive schmuck. And there’s nothing you can do to fix the damage you’ve caused.” Despite your best effort to remain composed, your voice cracked a little at the end. You stopped talking before you were to break out into tears again.

Without waiting to hear what the douchebag had to say, you slammed the door closed and strode through the rain back to the gallery, where your pieces still lay broken on the ground where you’d left them. A part of you was hoping that maybe, by some magic or miracle, the whole thing had been a dream, and nothing really happened. 

But reality was as cold as stone, and you were powerless to change it. So, as you always did when confronted with the unchangeable, you picked yourself up and carried on, struggling against the current. 

By the time you wheeled the broken canvases back to your car, the boy was long gone, all traces of his presence vanished except for the dampness of the left side passenger seat. You buckled on your seatbelt and tuned into your favorite radio station, then sped off into the summer storm. The storm, your artwork, it was all so out of the blue– well, in your case, grey.

The situation on the freeway was like a stuffy nose: irritated and congested. In fact, it would’ve been faster to moonwalk down the road. To make matters even worse, instead of music, the radio station was streaming ad after ad. Is this even legal? Exasperatedly, you tuned into a different station, then another one, but to no avail; all of them were on ad break. 

It was frustrating enough that the gallery was a complete flop, not to mention that your best art was demolished in a hit and run and that you were sitting soaking wet on a leather seat stuck in the middle of traffic. Now, even the radio had turned against you. You shut it off and sat in silence.

Thump. You sighed and leaned your head back against the seat, willing the migraine that was building up in your head to f*ck off. After craning your head to check the backseat one more time, to your vexation, you found that the asshat hadn’t even bothered to close the first aid kit.

Muttering obscenities under your breath, you reached for the kit, cracking your inflexible spine 4 times in the process. You rummaged through its contents, straightening them out, counting how many were left, and you were about to slam the lid closed when you saw the note. 

XXX-XXX-XXXX

“Well, gee, that’s REAL helpful.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the ten numbers scrawled on the note. Your half a brain cell told you to quit being stupid and toss that note out the window.

The rest of your stupid self told you to call it. I mean, why not? You cursed yourself for how your brain worked– or rather, didn’t work– sometimes.

You licked your lips in brief contemplation before punching in the numbers in. The person on the other end picked up immediately. 

“Hello, welcome to Papa John’s Pi–”

You hurled your phone into the backseats and ripped the note up, throwing the scraps into the air like confetti before continuing the wearisome ride down through the rain. 

–––

It took an eternity, but you made it back to your apartment, where you promptly crashed onto the couch. As per usual, you spent the rest of your waking hours scrolling through baking videos, even though you had neither the ingredients nor the time to be making any of the confections. At around 8pm, exhausted from crying and the events of the day, you dozed off without having a bite of the frozen pizza that’d just finished baking in the oven.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Your dreamless slumber was disturbed by the vibration of a string of text notifications and the glow that lit up the dark ceiling. Still half-asleep, you blindly felt around for your phone and attempted to read the message through bleary eyes.

It was from an unknown number.

Rubbing your eyes to clear out the nasty gunk, you sat up and read the message again, this time with clearer vision. 

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] Hello, sorry for ruining your paintings today. I will make it up to you.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] Thanks for bothering to call, let’s meet at this address to talk about your compensation. My parents can’t know that I did this so it would be great if you could keep this a secret :(

What the f*ck. You muttered under your breath, eyes half shut. Did I call anyone? In your half-asleep state, you didn’t bother to recall. For a second, you considered blocking the number. But just in case this was just one of your dumbass friends who changed their number, you decided to give that person a reply.

[You] hello? is this papa john’s?? i would like a cheese pizza

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] oh sorry the voicemail was a prank for someone else

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] i’m the guy from the art museum earlier, remember

[You] okay why do you have my number

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] because you called me

[You] right. okay, what do you want

[You] unless you want to pay me back for all those damages back there, no i am not interested in anything else sry i’m a very busy person you know

You hesitated a second before pressing the send button. You’d just sent a lie; in fact, you weren’t really that busy. Apart from your part time job at the boba shop, you were actually quite free most of the time. During the summer, at least. In fact, your screen time had gone up by 42%, your daily average now totaling to a whopping 12 hours. After a minute or so of silence, you threw your head back onto your pillow and let out a loud sigh of relief. Peace at last! It also made you quite happy that the person who texted you was in the least, not some weird scammer. 

Ping! You celebrated too soon. Reaching for your phone groggily, you read the new message.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] okay then i was going to ask if you were free tomorrow

Am I being asked out? You squinted at your bright phone screen in the dark. You might have been nearsighted, but you weren’t illiterate in pick-up lines.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] i want to return the clothes you lent me

[You] it’s fine, you can keep that

Oh good, he was talking about the clothes, not anything else. Your millisecond of relief ended quickly when he sent another message.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] oh also it would be great if we could meet up anyway? i want to talk to you about something that i had been meaning to say for a while

Oh, god. I knew it wasn’t just about the clothes. Lonely as you were, you would shoot yourself in the foot if you got into any relationship without landing a stable job or having any money. Scoffing amusedly, you stared at the screen as he continued to type. But dating someone like this? Never in a million years. Turning over to your other side, you thought about the many ways you could reject him.

[You] no sorry :(

[XXX-XXX-XXXX] we should set a date at the cannoli restaurant to talk about your compensation costs. i’m extremely sorry for ruining your beautiful artwork, and i know that my apologies will do nothing to change your current situation. since this is my fault, i’m willing to pay any amount you request (and i’ll pay to the best of my capabilities)... i’m assuming $50,000 would be enough to cover the costs for most of the damage? if monetary compensation doesn’t work for you, we can discuss other forms of compensation as well.

[You] i know it may not seem like it but i’m actually caught up in too much work to have time for dating anyone. you see, it’s just that i have lots of work on the side so i can’t really spare time at the moment. please don’t take this personally haha i’m sure you’ll find someone,,, like i don’t know how to say this but yeah…..you don’t wanna be w someone like me, it’s me not you

Huh? Just as you sent your message, another message popped up before yours. And if your life had a background narration, this very moment would have been “and in that moment he knew. He fvcked up.” 

Fml.

With just one single message, you perhaps have ruined the only god-given opportunity to turn your life around ever. He’d just offered you money to cover the costs of your broken paintings... now that you thought about it, he could even be your patron! You couldn’t even get a patron even if you went out of your way to look for one on Craigslist, pestered Ms. Kim for any news from the Art Teacher’s Association, or even begged random people on the street in hopes one out of the million people would be willing to promote your art. Now, someone was asking to compensate you with tons of money, and you’d just rejected him in the most embarrassing way possible. 

[You] oh shoot

[You] i mean wrong chat, uh can you please stay on hold, i will get back to your compensation offer, yeah i will see you at the restaurant sometime thanks

XXX-XXX-XXXX is typing…

You did not bother to see what he had to say. Hurtling your phone onto your carpet, you let out a guttural scream of “I AM SUCH A DUMB@$$$” before pulling the strings on your hoodie tightly. And for the second time that day, you cried.

———

Leaving behind the upsetting events from a couple of days ago, you listlessly shuffled through the entrance. It was Saturday morning, and that meant groceries. The local Asian market was one of your favorite places to be; breathing in the familiar blend of spices that hung in the air was a cathartic feeling. The corners of your lips were turned slightly upwards as you bent to grab a basket.

First stop was the meat section, where the bugged-out eyes of dead fish followed you as you walked down the aisle. Cooking raw animal flesh wasn't really your thing, so you simply picked up a package of pre-cooked chicken and went on your way.

Next came the produce section where you felt up all the tomatoes, only bagging the ones that felt the right amount of firm and soft. You also added a pack of bok choy and mushrooms, perfect for cooking up a lazy soup.

Now that you were nearing the end of your expedition, it was time to head into the best part of the store: the snack aisle. Sometimes, when you were feeling more down than usual, you would blow the whole sum of your weekly grocery savings on off-brand shrimp chips and chocolate banana Pocky. One by one, you were doing all the things your mom had told you not to do when you moved out, from coating the entirety of your insides with nothing but sodium and sugar to shifting your sleep schedule by 15 hours. 

What was next, the-no-dating-boys-until-you’ve-gotten-your-Master’s-and-have-a-7-figure-job rule? You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Even if your stomach was totally trashed and your sleep schedule was nonexistent, you would never let yourself fall that far.

As you stepped foot into the chips aisle, you beheld the holy grail. From Hello Panda to rice crackers, wasabi peas to Yan Yan sticks complete with a chocolate dip, cream wafers to dried seaweed, you were in a sea of temptation. Being that broke college student™, you just gulped and kept walking. I can just feast on these goodies with my eyes.

Your initial plan had been to just walk through the aisles to admire and drool over snacks you knew you couldn’t afford, but you were stopped in your tracks when you reached the instant noodles section. 

At the end of the aisle, the shelf was bare except for a single lone pack. Even from a distance, you recognized it, all right; there was no mistaking the outline of your favorite instant ramen brand. 신라면. More like 神라면 (it’s more than just spicy noodles— it’s noodles made by the gods) you thought, eyes already tightly clutching at the packaging from 5 feet away.

From many a sleepless night of binge-watching third-rate rom-com dramas (though you cringed thinking back on it, this was an integral phase of your dark “past”), you knew where this was going–– but you weren’t going to sit around and let yourself fall into some overused trope. You gripped your basket tight as you swiftly made your way over to the shelf, just about setting a world record for speedwalking with a basket.

Sure enough, if you had been one second slower, you would’ve been ensnared in a sticky situation. Just as you were snatching up your prey like the pterodactyl you were, another figure was rounding the corner. Another broke college student™, it seemed, judging by the state of their hoodie, which was pulled over their messy hair, the strings tied in a bow to make sure the hood wouldn’t fall. Even though their face was concealed by their hood, you could see their reaction as they connected the dots from the bare shelf to the ramen pack in your hand.

“Hey–” they started, reaching towards you, but you promptly dropped the pack into your basket, spun on your heel, and noped out of the aisle before you could be confronted. You felt sorry because you could sympathize with their situation, but you were in no place to be kind to others. Not in this dog-eat-dog world. To survive, you’d have to stay on top of the food chain.

You were about to fall in line when you remembered that you were all out of Sriracha sauce. You could deal with giving up your Pocky and shrimp chips as long as you had your favorite condiment in stock; no matter how down you were, scrambled eggs with a heaping squirt of Sriracha always took you up to Cloud Nine. If you were going to leave something behind, it would never be the Sriracha sauce.

After grabbing a bottle from the condiment aisle, you scanned the checkout desks for the shortest line. Luckily, a new checkout desk had just opened on the left, so you scampered over and placed your basket onto the counter. The clerk was a kind-looking old woman, but was surprisingly agile for her age. As you waited for her to bag the large span of items that belonged to the grandpa in front of you, you opened up your phone to check your budget. You eyed the message app with two unread messages temptingly before going into your bank app. This was a lucky trip~ thankfully ramen isn’t too expensive. Even if it wasn’t on my grocery list, a few cents won’t make too much a difference. I think I can spare enough to get a Pocky next time.

At long last, the grandpa shuffled away with his cart filled with some veggies, a thick stack of newspapers, and an unusually large stash of rice crackers. While the clerk scanned and bagged your items, you continued to fiddle with your phone until she cleared her throat. 

“Would you like a single receipt, or two separate ones? Because there’s a divider between your items.”

“Excuse me?” “You and your boyfriend. By the way, you guys look really cute together, especially with your hoodies~ are you on a date?”

You spun around only to come face to face with the broke college kid from the ramen aisle. Well, that’s awkward. The cashier must have been blind or deaf (or both) because you didn’t even interact with that boy. You stole glances of the customer through your peripheral vision, trying to see what he looked like. Hmm, do I know him? He looked uncannily familiar. Just then, another realization dawned on you. A terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad one. Your expression quickly changed from one of confusion to one of pure shock.

Surprise, surprise. It was the douche from the art gallery. And he was wearing your old hoodie.

“I-I don’t know him.” Before he could open his mouth to say anything, you quickly looked away, feigning ignorance. Unfortunately for you, the old clerk had seen much in her day and your little ruse wasn’t going to slip past her that easily. 

“From the flushed look on your face and the stammer in your voice, I’m pretty sure you do. And I’m sure he would agree, wouldn’t you, lover boy~?”  

And… cue to the horrified look on lover boy’s face. The conflict that was playing out in his mind showed on his face; he knew that if he answered this wrong, he would be facing your wrath.

“Uh, well, the thing is…” He shot you a nervous glance, but your features were stone cold. At a total loss for what to say, the boy just trailed off and turned his eyes to his basket. Following his gaze, you looked over his items and immediately recoiled in disgust. 

Not a single leafy green (grey) in sight, no meat, no rice, not even one of the food groups necessary to sustain life. Strawberry ice cream mochi, Taiyaki, strawberry Melona bars, Choco Pies, strawberry Hi-Chew, strawberry Chocorooms, strawberry Pocky–– it seemed that strawberry was a recurring theme among his groceries.

Even though the sheer amount of sugar made you gag, a pang of jealousy flashed across your face. That was the life you’d longed for ever since you finished high school: living off of nothing but sugar and carbs, looking like a bum and not giving a damn about it, just chilling. 

Unfortunately, with the number of failures and setbacks that stained your past, a carefree life was something you could no longer afford. 

“Yeah, okay, we’ve met,” you cut in, saving the boy from the tricky situation. Skeptic, the clerk stared into your unblinking eyes for what seemed to be a solid 15 seconds before shrugging and handing you your groceries. You snatched up your fabric bag and went on your way, walking fast. The color in your cheeks was probably the same as a tomato. Your least favorite fruit.

Why him, of all the places? Why, universe? Where did I go wrong? You were about to drop dead from embarrassment. As you closed your eyes, you could see your tombstone: “Rest in Peace y/n, died alone and patron-less.”

However, what you didn’t know was that your day was about to get worse. A whole lot worse. It all started when you felt a familiar tap on your left shoulder. I swear– You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly to compose yourself and answered without turning around. 

“What in God’s good name do you want. And why are you wearing hobo clothes.” My clothes, you realized, a tiny bit weirded out.

“They’re comfy,” he pouted, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his newfound hoodie as if to show off. “Anyways, how come you didn’t check your phone earlier?

“Oh, uh,” you felt the pressure in your head rising as you recalled how you threw your phone down in embarrassment and cried. “Sorry, I was feeling kinda down because a certain someone sorta trashed my life’s work and my only chance of being successful in the industry, sooooo yeah. My bad.” 

Sniff. You looked up, startled, only to find that the boy in front of you had tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. His mouth was clamped closed, but his bottom lip was quivering and his eyebrows were turned up, resembling a small child trying to keep himself from bursting into tears after falling and scraping his knee on the pavement. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

Well shit. There were two ways you could go about this: one, let your superego do the talking like a good person and prevent the boy from having a total meltdown in the middle of the sidewalk. The second was letting your id run rampant, taking full advantage of his feelings of remorse and overall just being a jerk. Maybe you could be distant and lacking in empathy, but you weren’t an asshole because you wanted to be one. 

“Listen, I’m sorry for calling you a schmuck. A schmuck would not have bothered to keep in contact and a schmuck would not be on the verge of tears out of guilt. ...I accept your apology.” You were going to say that what he did was unforgivable, but you decided no to say that. After a pang of guilt jabbed into you, you bit your lip and softened your tone. 

“I know you feel bad, but you don’t need to cry; there’s no way to turn back time. So instead, let’s move forward and keep looking up. I’ll start.” Smiling slightly with a tilted head, you held out your hand. “Hi, my name is y/n. I know that we’ve technically met, but this is the first time we’ve met met. So, nice to meet you.”

He wiped his tears away with the butt of his palm and tried to return the smile, though his was more watery. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Beomgyu.” You noticed the corners of his lips curl upwards in a small smile as he took your hand, shaking it firmly.

There was a pause of awkward silence as you let go of his hand, wiping your sweaty palm on your sweatpants. Well that was the most awkward introduction I’ve ever had in my life. Clearing your throat, you spoke again to clear the tense atmosphere.

“About my compensation.”

[boba-beom]

❥ ҉ TXT FINALLY MEETING YOU WHILE IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

✧ pairings: Yeonjun x reader, Soobin x reader, Taehyun x reader

✧ genre: romance, fluff, non-idol au, established relationships

✧ warning(s): none!

✧ wc: 831

✧ synopsis: you’re in a long distance relationship with txt and finally you get to see them again, but some kept it as a surprise in many different ways.

✧ a/n: my friend prev @/choideluxe (deactivated) wrote this which we made as a collab, but here is their part of txt's ldr headcanons! I hope you enjoy <3

you can read beomgyu and hueningkai's part here!

Soobin

He won't say anything at all

Soobin will try to keep it as a secret as much as possible because he doesn't want to spoil the surprise, after all he prepared so much for it

He'll book his ticket in advance and would plan things out ahead before he forgets

"Hey, I have a surprise for you soon!"

He's quite discreet about the whole thing, you won't catch him slipping at all

However, once it's the day he'll leave to see you, then he'll tell you to go fetch something there at the airport

It's obvious but he'll still tell you it's his friend who's going to be studying there, but no!

Soobin would run up to you with the biggest smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you, laughing and telling you how long he wanted this to happen

"I'm so excited to spend time with you again."

You would be too shocked to say anything, you had your hunch but you didn't really expect to see him and hold him like this again

There are two options, he will either spin you around like what he'd seen in movies or just stand there holding you with a dorky smile

"Now, did you like your surprise?" He asks and he will be waiting for you to say yes :(

It will take a while for Soobin to let you go and he'd be so talkative around you, he just missed you so much and to spend more time with you is something he's been waiting for

"Hey stupid, I love you" he would be so shocked hearing you say that but he will respond with "I love you too, stupid" with a goofy smile

Yeonjun

This man here would do everything

From the movies he'd seen of couples meeting in an airport, or the tactics he'd seen from it too

He'll plan it out himself and it's definitely something you'll see in a romcom movie

Yeonjun and you have this inside joke like, "where are you? come over." And he'd reply with, "if I can swim across the ocean, why not."

He tells you that he'd be sending you a gift instead of anything else, so any hints other than that there's nothing you can get

So one day you get a call from him, you're in the mood to make the joke because you miss him

"Can you come over, I miss you."

Yeonjun smiles, "maybe if you open the door I can come in."

So you open the door and see him standing there with his arms open wide, waiting for you to tackle him in a hug

"Where's my gift?"

He'd be like the audacity and it's obvious on his face, annoyed but amused

"I am the gift!" He'd be so annoyed I swear, "I flew all the way here just to spend more time and—"

Then you close the door on his face, laughing to yourself once you hear him banging on the door asking you to let him in so you open it again

But he'd easily get rid of that annoyance and you both would be in a laughing fit before tackling you inside with him

Taehyun

Taehyun would be obvious and at the same time wouldn't be obvious about this

He would drop some hints, they're random hints like pointing out a plane, mentioning travelling

But they don't make sense to you so you just go with it, and that's his exact plan. It's to redirect your attention to something else

But do know that he's really excited to see you again, he's so giddy and overly excited everyday

He counts down the days when he'll be able to travel, he has a gift for you in mind, and Taehyun dreams of you often because of it

Once you get the biggest hint like a text from him with "let's meet up" and he sends you a picture of the location; it's the airport

Once you two finally see each other, he almost cries and he barely tears up from things like this

Taehyun will hug you tightly and he will never let go of you for some time, he just misses you so much. He'll hold onto you for a good minute or two without speaking

He's clingy and he will be attached to you throughout your walk out of the airport with him, he has this big smile while doing so

Expect him to be so talkative, his eyes lighting up when he tells you about what he wants to do together with you

"Did you know, I've been planning this for a month?"

He would smile when you say absolutely had no idea, then that's when he knows he did a great job in keeping it a secret

"Maybe surprising you like this every time I visit doesn't sound too bad, right?"

He leans in to give you a soft kiss, smiling right after and gently holds your hand<3

[spookybias]

[ #EEF3B4 ] — choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader. genre: fluff, sensual, established relationship au. warning: kissing. word count: 1.1k

"why did you pick this movie, anyway?" beomgyu sighed, throwing his head back against your brown pleather couch. he wasn't actually annoyed by your film choices, just in the mood to do something much more physically affectionate.

"I like this movie a lot, gyu." you popped a handful of popcorn into your mouth, ignoring the stray pieces that fell onto the navy blue blanket spread across your criss-crossed legs. you and beomgyu had been together long enough for you to not feel awkward about your messy eating habits around him. you kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, much to beomgyu's dismay. he wanted —no, needed— all of your attention right now.

no matter. beomgyu knew how dim-witted you could be sometimes. you had been completely oblivious to his advances back when the two of you were just friends, forcing him to outright tell you that he had a huge crush on you to your face, mere inches away from your lips. he didn't mind it at all. your slow-at-catching-on persona was considered utterly adorable to beomgyu.

he poked your cheek with his finger. "____. look at me please." he pouted his lips. "I missed looking into your eyes the whole time I was gone."

you turned your face away from the movie to look at your boyfriend in the gold fluorescent luster of the fairy lights webbed across your living room ceiling. beomgyu was met with one of your famous small smiles. your heart skipped a beat. he looked so pretty in this lighting. his hair was disheveled from the amount of times he had thrown his head back, and he was dressed comfortably in a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and black ankle socks. his shirt was rumpled upwards from the way he was slouched on the sofa. maybe if you weren't so dense you would understand why beomgyu thought this particular setting was perfect to do something besides watch a movie.

"what's up with you, gyu?"

beomgyu let out a fake wail of discomfort. his face scrunched up the way a baby's would when crying. "I just told you how much I missed looking into your eyes and you ask me what's up?" gyu playfully sniffled. "I've been gone for a month and this is how I'm treated when I get back." he dramatically threw himself across your lap, almost knocking your bowl of popcorn to the floor.

"beomgyu." you jokingly rolled your eyes, setting the bowl on top of the end table on your other side. "you didn't tell me how much you missed it, just that you missed it," you corrected.

beomgyu jumped up from your lap, his previous act being dismissed by the both of you. "I missed you this much," he informed you while opening his arms as wide as he could.

"that's so little," you teased, before turning back towards the TV.

beomgyu went back to pouting. "can we do something else?" he whined. he gave you a knowing look, one that resembled that of a puppy. you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, causing the soft look on gyu's face to vanish almost immediately. his once innocent-looking expression transitioned into a smirk as he put his two fingers to walk up your arm towards your collarbone.

his actions went over your head. "we can do whatever you want later. we're only thirty minutes into the movie."

beomgyu sighed and leaned back onto the couch, defeated. "fine." he lifted his legs up onto the cushions, curling up next to you. "is this the ghibli movie with the cats?" he questioned.

"there's a lot of ghibli movies with cats," you told him. "but no, this isn't a ghibli movie. it's night on the galactic railroad. I like this movie 'cause the author of the book wrote the storyline while in sorrow. you can definitely feel the plot on a more universal and emotional level knowing that. it's actually kind of sad, too. towards the ending—"

you had lost beomgyu at "there's a lot", and he went to work at pulling on the waistband of your butterscotch-colored track shorts before letting go. the band snapped back against the skin of your hip. it didn't hurt, but it definitely caught you by surprise.

beomgyu chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "can we kiss?"

"gyu- I-" you gulped hard. so that's what he wanted to do, you thought to yourself, finally catching on. "I just ate popcorn." you tried to stall as beomgyu's finger tips ghosted over your collarbone. you could feel your face becoming hotter by the second. it's not that you didn't want to kiss your loving and mischievous boyfriend. you had always been a bit shy when it came to somewhat sinful affection.

beomgyu picked up a leftover piece of popcorn, one of the few that had sprinkled onto your lap when you were eating without any manners. he popped it into his mouth. "there. now we're even."

you nodded your head, palms sweaty and kneecaps tingling. you leaned in towards your lover and pecked his lips. the both of you had shared kisses plenty of times, but you were always too nervous to initiate anything that wasn't a handful of short-term smooches.

"that's it?" beomgyu whined. "you clearly didn't miss me as much as I missed you." he held your face in his hands to keep you still, squishing your cheeks just a bit. "well, i missed you this much," beomgyu declared, before giving you a lengthy kiss.

your lips moved in sync with his. his hands traveled to your torso. you felt his palms trail along your sides, forming the yellow brick road.

you pulled away, feeling satisfied and less hesitant, then dived back in, delivering a school of kisses all over beomgyu's face. he burst into a fit of giggles. whenever you kissed him, he felt more than just butterflies. there was a beautiful botanical garden of buttercups and poppies, rhododendron and forsythia shrubs, swarmed with clouded yellow and holly blue butterflies within his stomach. and that was just every time you peppered him.

when you touched him —traced your fingertips along his smooth-as-milk skin— he was a volcano bound to erupt and let his love form obsidian visions of you.

several minutes passed. the two of you opened your eyes, taking in each other's flushed expressions; your shy sighs and beomgyu's blushing cheeks. you flicked one of his candy apple tinted ears, and he rushed to pat down his hair to cover both. he was never scared to initiate things, but afterwards he was always a cute wreck.

beomgyu curled up into your side again. "i just wanted to kiss you for a bit." he knew you understood now, but still felt the need to explain himself.

"i get that," you assured him. you reached for a handful of popcorn, stuffing your mouth full before feeding some to gyu.

"what movie is this again?"

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[soobirou]

— KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF THE MEMBERS !

!! ANON REQUESTED: could you write txt reaction to their s/o pecking their lips in front of the members?

!! WORD COUNT: O.6 K

!! PAIRING: txt x gn! reader

!! WARNINGS: none !

!! GENRE: fluff !

♡ — SOOBIN !!

!! soobin gets so shocked the first few times you pecked his lips in front of the members

!! sure he’s used to receiving your kisses but that’s more of something done in private instead of in public

!! it really makes him flustered and even though his ears to go bright red, soobin will keep his composure to maintain his “leader image” in front of the others

!! however all he can think about is how much he wishes it was just the two of you alone, so that he could get as many kisses as his heart desires

!! after a while, soobin wouldn’t be shocked at your small and random kisses

!! he would actually be more open to receiving them, not caring whether or not the members are present anymore

♡ — YEONJUN !!

!! yeonjun never cared from the beginning

!! it may have piqued his curiosity since you’ve never kissed him in front of the members before, but he really never questioned it

!! as long as he’s getting kisses from his favorite person, he doesn’t mind where or who it’s in front of for the most part

!! yeonjun is completely melting on the inside, but he would try to hid it with a poker face

!! mainly since he wants to look cool in front of the younger members.

!! but he can’t ever help himself when it comes to you and will ALWAYS pull you back in for another kiss regardless of the members’ protests to go kiss you somewhere else

♡ — BEOMGYU !!

!! it’s super duper hard for beomgyu to hide how satisfied he is when you kiss him in front of others, including his fellow group members

!! in beomgyu’s mind, your publicly showing that you love him, which is something that he enjoys so much.

!! the widest grin would appear on his face and he would act similar to yeonjun,

!! but uses his puppy eyes to beg for another kiss instead of stealing them away from you

!! when he rejoins the other members, he’ll stay giggly and happy because all he can think about are your kisses

!! if soobin, yeonjun or the other members were to tease him or add a comment like “ew get a toom” or tease him in anyway, beomgyu would just respond with:

“don’t be jealous that i’m y/n’s favorite and you’re not”

♡ — TAEHYUN !!

!! taehyun actually doesn’t mind when you peck his lips in front of the others

!! of course he prefers to be more affectionate with you in the company of him and you only, but a small kiss isn’t harming or disturbing anyone

!! he likes it the most when you kiss him before leaving the practice room,

!! because there’s a tiny moment when it feels like no one else is in the room but you and him

!! while everyone else is shocked, he’ll just have a small smile on his face, where even his dimple is showing 🥺

!! and wake bye to you before saying something like:

“i’ll see you later, okay?”

!! also taehyun is a master at keeping a straight face as well, but it’s just because he doesn’t want to be bothered with the members’ teasing

♡ — HUENINGKAI !!

!! you already make hueningkai blush a lot when you kiss him in private, so doing it in front of his group members only makes it 20x worse

!! the only real difference between soobin and him is that hueningkai really can’t hide how flustered he is even if he tried

!! this often leads to him being teased a lot, where he just awkwardly laughs along with his members

!! he’ll even get embarrassed as he tells you about how much he was teased, which is something kai will never be able to forget

!! but if you’re smiling as he tells you about how the members are teasing him,

!! it’ll make him smile as well and kai will take it lightly instead of getting super flustered whenever it’s bought up

[woniepop]

Dancing with the Stars ༉‧₊˚✧

Pairing: Beomgyu x GN!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word Count:  0.35k

Taking time off from your busy schedules, tonight you and your boyfriend were going to have your monthly sleepover. Blanket forts, tiktok cheese boards, and spa days, the second Saturday of every month, you and Beomgyu come together and have the best night ever, each month outdoing the last. This time, it was your turn to set up your big day, and you decided you wanted to have a little fun with it. Scrolling through Spotify, you shuffle your txt playlist and get to work.

Of course, in true moa fashion, you can’t help but start dancing to the sound of their voices. Moving your body to all the iconic TXT songs while you cook the food, you don’t miss a single beat. Unbeknownst to you, Beomgyu had silently come in through the front door, taking quiet steps through the apartment's halls to see what you had prepared for tonight. Though you had planned a spectacular sanrio themed tea party, the best part of the night for Beomgyu was the chance to see you jamming out to Blue Hour.

“Hey,” Beomgyu says leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a very prominent smirk on his face. You sheepishly turn back and shift your weight between your feet nervously.

“W- what are you doing here so early, Beommie?” You ask, face flushed and slightly fumbling your words. He laughs, throwing his head back and stepping forward to give you a hug.

“You’re so cute.” He says, still laughing. As adorable as you are, he decides to join you in your dance party, holding your hand and guiding you along with the rhythm. He knew you only knew the dance to chorus of the song, so he stayed behind you and led his hands to your waist in a back hug. “But it’s you, you’re the one that I want” he quietly sings in your ear, head resting on your shoulder as he sways you both side to side. On a regular day, you’d get angry at the fact that the tea you steeped was getting cold, but you rarely got to have any moments like these, and this time you let it slide.

[choiwrld]

— drivers license⌇·˚ ༘

warnings: contains self doubts/insecurities, heartbreaks, & mild swearing (may have some mistakes)

pairing: soobin x gn! reader

genre: heavy angst

word count: 758

inspired by: “drivers license” by oliva rodrigo

“You should get a license soon so I can take a break from driving” Soobin jokes. It was a bright, warm sunny day as the two of you are peacefully driving down the suburbs. “Hmmm, maybe I will. Watch me be a better driver than you” you challenged. 

He begins to laugh in response of your little, but cute, challenge. Seeing his cute smile makes your heart flutter. To you, he was more than just a friend. But to him... he doesn’t see it that way. 

“Hey, is it okay I can drop you off early? I promised Soomin that I would see her later today”. 

“Oh…sure” you responded. 

Jung Soomin, the girl that everyone is head over heels. For someone who is a bit older, she’s everything that you’re insecure about. She could even be every male’s ideal type. Why could he be seeing her all a sudden?

You see your house gradually gets larger as Soobin parks his car in front of it. “Thanks for another great adventure Soob” you spoke. “Of course, after all, it is something special between us”.

You smiled as you held out your pinky “Once I get my license, I promise to drive you home every now and then”.

“Deal” said Soobin while he wraps his large pinky around yours. You can feel your heart beat a bit faster but was later slowed down once your finger felt empty again. The sound of the engine starts to roar, “alright I have to go, see you later peaches!”

“See you” you mumbled as you watch the car get smaller.

[ A WEEK LATER ]

[ MINUTES LATER ]

“____ I’m here…”

The first thing hueningkai see was you sitting beside your bed, all curled up with your head resting on your knees. Soft cries can be heard once he sat closer to you. “Is everything okay?” hueningkai asked softly as he gently rubs your back. You lift your head and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Not really... I’m just stupid for thinking that he likes me”.

“You’re not stupid ____. He’s probably just — ”

“Just what? Going out with someone else suddenly? Forgetting all about me? And what about the daily adventures that WE USUALLY do? If he wanted to go out with Soomin then he could’ve at least told me!”

You quickly stood up from your spot and grabbed a random hoodie that was nearby. Hueningkai looked confused with your sudden actions, “where are you going?”

“Out. For a drive”.

Once you had left your house, you got into your car — which was recently purchased — and started the engine. You absolutely had no idea where you’re going. All you know is that you need to do something. As you drove down the quiet streets, memories began to flood into your mind. From the time Soobin sang you a song that he wrote, up to the time where you almost had your first kiss with him.

While parking your car, a certain house that was across from you felt familiar. You quickly moved up into the passenger’s seat to get a better look at it, realizing that you’re in front of his house.

“See you tomorrow babe!” spoke a male voice. You can hear a car driving away and see Soobin waving goodbye at it. “Choi Soobin!” you yelled. The boy was caught off guard by your presence and timidly walked towards your car. “Aye, you kept your pro —”

“Soob what the actual fuck” you snapped. 

“Look I can explain”. You scoffed, “explain what? The fact that you literally ignored me and started seeing someone else without even telling me.”

“Why does it matter to you? Do you have a crush on me or something?!”

“Yes I fucking do. Did you also forget that you ALMOST kissed me that day? Because certainly, I didn’t forget”.

He sighs, “I mean yeah but I didn’t even know what I was doing back then”.

You couldn’t believe it. All this time you thought someday you guys would become a thing. But now it seems like it didn’t even matter.

Soobin sees you going back into your car, “____ let’s talk it out”. “No Soobin, I don’t want to see you anymore” you answered harshly as you shut the car door in front of his face.

Even after getting your license, you would pictured driving him home just like he would with you. Sure, no one is perfect. Yet seeing Soobin look okay without you breaks your heart.

Looks like you’re driving alone past his street.

[binniebutter]

I’m Warm || Yeonbin

Pairing: Yeonbin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 343

Warnings: none

a/n: this is not edited uwu and is for @inmyfelix​

“I-”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare say “I told you so.”” Yeonjun laughed at your angry expression while Soobin just continued to look at you with a “mom” look.

“But I did tell you so! I told you it was going to be freezing outside tonight, yet you still insisted on going out in just that leather jacket.” Soobin looked genuinely angry and if you were anyone else you would be intimidated, but you know your boyfriend. Instead of giving in and admitting that he was right, you looked over at your other boyfriend.

“Yah he’s right, he did tell you. You can’t always come to me to help you,” Yeonjun said, putting his hands up to show he was not on your side this time. You closed your eyes before putting on your best pouting face, knowing that both of your boyfriends were weak in regards to you. “Nope, uh uh. That’s not going to work this time,” Jun said while covering his eyes.

Luckily for you, and unfortunately for Yeonjun, Soobin wasn’t as strong and immediately fell for your pout. “Awww my baby. It’s ok, no need to pout Jagiya. Oppa gag will cuddle you and make you warm again ok.” There was a glimpse of a smirk on your face before you immediately wiped it off of your face.

“Ok Binnie, thank you,” you stood on your tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek before turning to Yeonjun and doing the same thing. Both of them blushed a bright red which resulted in you teasing them and them stuttering and blaming it on the cold.

Once the three of you got home, you immediately pushed them into the master bedroom and onto the bed, settling in between them. You had your back pressed against Soobin’s front and your nose in Yeonjun’s pink hair. You caught a whiff of his shampoo and giggled when you realized that he used your lavender one. 

“Why are you giggling?” You don’t know who asked, too sleepy to register it, but you answered nonetheless.

“I’m warm.”

TXT Masterlist

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[juyeonau]

♡ olympus falls: txt collab

   ▸ “olympus falls” is a project hosted by me (previously blushwoo) and @btxtreads. the masterlist is to be completed by the end of december. five writers have chosen one member from tomorrow x together. all have different plots yet are written with the common theme, ‘greek mythology’ where they choose one god to assign to their member. this would never have been possible but thanks to the authors who have joined, the project became so special! thank you so much. 

   ▸ here, under each member, you can see the title of the author’s work, the important details such as genres and warnings, and their teasers. 

   ▸ all works under this collaboration is not to be reposted, stolen or translated. all is protected by the copyright law. everything is fictional, and none of the writers own such famous characters as idols. please show some love to each fic!

"KALOPSIA” by @starryqian​

teaser: here 

genre: angst, fluff, slowburn

warnings: mentions of war, mentions of death, death, mentions of blood, illness

word count: 4k

synopsis: tba

“EPIRUS” by @btxtreads​

teaser: here 

genre: fluff, angst, slowburn

warnings: mentions of war, death, mentions of death, soul exchange, ghosts/spirits, a trial, implied smut, disappearing fetus

word count: 11.5k

synopsis: sometimes, winning costs way more than you ever bargained for.

“UNPARALLELED” by @bratzau​​

teaser: here

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, slight enemies to lovers

warnings: substance, injury, vomiting

word count: 2.5k

synopsis: “let’s just kiss, then after a few dates i could pretend that you didn’t satisfy me enough, and we could go our separate ways like before.” choi beomgyu, the son of the great dionysus, is now up for marriage. but all he knew was to have fun and marriage was not. but here you are, the daughter of athena, just at the right age as well, trying your best to please both your mother and his father, and get this draining arrangement over and done with. 

“FLAME OF LOVE” by @lovesickchoi​​

teaser: here 

genre: angst

warnings: weapon handling, burning, scarring, blood, violence, curses, shape shifting, near death experience, mentions of death and killing

word count: tbd

synopsis: taehyun received more than he bargained for. maybe he was able to tame you, but he wasn’t able to tame his flame of love.

“MELLIFLUOUS” by @unlocktxt​​

teaser: here

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: mentions of illness, death, somewhat in depth about the death and illness, curses, mentions cult like gathering, puking, blood. maybe some swearing

word count: 6k

synopsis: living isn’t just about being alive.