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Kang Taehyun x Black.FemReader

Warnings: Drunk/Drinking, Injuries to the reader, potential spelling errors.

A/n: I have a whole abundance of TXT stories coming out...Because I want to and also, to cope with the fact that I can't go to their concert 🥲 Yes R.I.P. me, anyway— please do enjoy.

Wordcount: Around 1k

You were nuzzled into Taehyun's back, slightly kicking your legs as he hoisted you up on his back. "Y/n? Everything ok?"

"Mhm",You giggled. You two went on a date today, unfortunately your heels gave you blisters. Though you smiled through the pain a couple of times. Taehyun would eventually catch on very quickly. Taking a stroll along the sidewalk, he scooped you up so suddenly. People around were starting to look,"T-Tae?"

He only smiled at you, bringing you to a nearby bench. He sat you down and told you to wait there for a minute. "I'll be right back Love." He went into a convenience store next to it bringing out some slides. Thats when you knew you were in for a slight scolding. Kneeling in front of you, he removed your heels and placed them to the side. Taehyun looked up at you for a good few seconds before—

"So..."

"So?",You looked around pretending to look for something.

"Mm-mm, eyes on me." You didn't listen, you kept facing the opposite direction. Taehyun just smirked and continued. "Fine then Love, im sure you know what im going to say anyway..." still remaining silent as he changed your shoes.

You quietly responded,"Okay.." How embarrassing! You wanted to cry a little. Taehyun was gentle handling you, though no matter where he moved your feet, there was a stinging pain that followed. You winced, placing your hand over your mouth. You didn't want to draw anymore attention then you had. "Y/n, no more heels for dates, okay?"

"I love that you want to dress beautiful for me, but If it means giving yourself blisters and injuring yourself- don't worry so much about it."

"But Tae!" He stood shaking his head,"Mm-mm! No Buts! I don't want my Love injured and unable to walk for such a silly reason." Holding out his hand to you, you nodded as you latched onto him and he pulled you to your feet. You clung to him, finally having some relief on your feet yet, at the same time pain still shot through your veins.

"Should I carry you again?"

You panicked,"No, No, No! I-It's fine. I'll be okay, im probably heavy anyway." In reality you just didn't want him to worry about you, you felt like you ruined the date. Though, Taehyun never never put it on pause or on hold for the day. He briskly swept you up once more, so smoothly. Your arms naturally act, locking around his shoulders and neck. "You're as light as a feather." Spinning you around a few times you press your face into his chest,"Tae- You're embarrassing me, people are starting to stare..."

"Let'em." He confidently stated before walking to your next date destination. As he walked, you remembered,"Wait! My heels!"

Taehyun laughed, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance,"Leave it, I'll buy you a new pair."

Which leads you to the present, after your final date destination at the restaurant. After a couple of drinks, you're a little dazed.

"Taehyun My handsome hunk!!" ,You sang against his shoulder.

"Yess? What is it~."

"Where are we going?" ,You hiccuped.

Taehyun chuckled,"Well my lovely flower...I'm taking you home."

In your drunken state you hug him tighter, causing him to gasp for air,"C-Carefull where you put your Arms Baby."

"Sorrrryy-",you slur causing him to chuckle. Finally reaching your apartment, Taehyun opens your door before gently setting you down on your couch. He left your side momentarily, to get some water for you before coming back.

Taehyun leans over you as you gaze up at him,"Wanna sit up for me?" You nodded,"Oh yep! Anything for you." You slurred as you quickly sat up saluting at Taehyun. He laughed at your silliness. Handing you the glass of water he watched you as you drank some. Then slowly, you ended up slumped against Taehyun's shoulder. He smiled, throwing an arm around you. His thumb stroking your upper arm. "You okay Y/n?"

"Yeah..", you replied. "Good, are you ready for bed? I don't want you to have a bad hangover", he stated as he gently got up and off the couch. You stood up, "Um.." Catching Taehyun off guard, "Hm?"

"Im sorry." Taehyun tilled his head to the side a bit confused.

Your eyes gaining more shine by the flood of tears building up. "I ruined our date", you whimpered. Taehyun springing to his feet, getting eye-level with him. "Hey, Look! You didn't ruin anything Y/n!"

Your hands find temporarily hiding your face from him. "But I made you upset." Taehyun feeling a bit guilty,"No not at all Y/n! I was just concerned for your health."

Your fingers grazing the skin of you face, wiping your tears a way a little. "Are you sure you're not mad", you drunkenly sniffled. He smiled brightly, wiping your tears,"Yes I promise."

You pout standing before Taehyun, lip quivering and all. After a small and brief moment of silence, you throw your arms around Taehyun. "I LOVE YOU !", You wailed crying.

Taehyun laughs with adoration. He sighs happily, wrapping an arm around you. His hand softly rubbing your shoulder, "I love you too Y/n..", he cooes.

You felt your legs leaving the ground, looking up to find yourself once again In Taehyun's arms. Now face to face with him, he leans in close; kissing your forehead.

"Now, Lets get you to bed Y/n."

Written May 17th 2023

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer yn

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling?

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

01. who was that?

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“this is what i wanna know” stomping her boot down onto the wooden piano stool.

“you dont even know who talks smack about you around the school, you werent paying attention to anyone around us when signing up for competition” minji interrogating you firm and straight to the point.

it was 4 days before the official competition you had signed up for a few weeks ago, giving you 3 weeks for your band to prepare. sounds pretty doable right? wrong

you for one were exhilarated by the idea of exploring by taking your time to take in the moments of thy path, baby steps! as you live by. although maybe it was the high of walking towards your dream.

fearing all that to come crashing down moments before you walk onto that stage, just as much as the so-called crash were weighing on your bandmates. and much to your dismay, sent you into a mini quiet panic attack from time to time.

“yes? i was also clinging onto souha as we were jaming out to the other bands auditions” you answered minji’s query, puzzled as to why she was asking this in the first place.

“so i wanna know for someone who doesn’t usually interact with anyone aside from few known friends in your class and the band; is cozying up to everybody’s pride and joy before practice, in the half lit hallways”

“i recognized their singers, they aren’t half bad. they have good taste in songs?” you said, packing your guitar up about to call it a day. but at the same time pulling out your notebook.

“what’s up with that nickname anyway, they can take that in the wrong way if students hear you. people misunderstand anything these days” you added, not having figured out much as to moments before when they had started the interrogation.

“we were just surprised is all y/n” souha sighs. “you catch your sweet vocalist cozying up that kid. who not only the girls, but boys + seemingly teachers fall smitten with”

souha lets it off her chest, sweeping off minji’s foot off the stool sitting down. her hand motioning the space beside her, for minji to sit.

pianist hyorin sneaks up behind you, “she’s okay, thats all that matters” squeezing you in a back hug. “good thing it was after school and not during. girls are vicious when it comes to their feelings. especially crushes”

“OH AND ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, their heads turn a complete 360 when he’s passing by, i swear. they’re half owl! ” aerin perks up from the back, organizing the wires behind the speakers.

you gave them all a look, ಠ_ಠ, you escaped from kyorin’s grasp as you went to help aerin pack the microphones away.

“it just so happened that; as i was blasting mamma mia’s soundtrack for the GAZILIONTH time in my headset, i was startled by sudden screaming. i thought it was you guys” you stated.

“screaming?” surprised, it was souha’s turn to look puzzled. alongside someone at the door.

“YAH-BANGU, THERE YOU ARE!- or something like that, i think” you mocked.

you hear chuckling from outside.

you all turn your heads to the hallways to find the other band occupying another classroom passing by, making their way out. the two boys from earlier included.

“ya, choi bangu” his bandmates teased him, emphasizing his name, or at least what you thought was his name. as he slouched over.

if not for your bad eyesight, you think you’d be able to tell if he was maybe avoiding eye contact with you.

minji burst out laughing, falling off the stool. while souha beside her snorts and looks down into catching kyorin from falling having failed to save minji.

“only y/n can say a persons name so wrong so confidently” aerin chuckles.

you stare for a second, you gasp as you cover your mouth with your hand “IS THAT NOT HIS NAME?”

A/N. im going by korean school years, 12-15 is middle school. 15-17 is high school. beomgyu and y/n are 15 in this au)

“man that was funny” jaeyun wipes the tears from his eyes.

“first someone finally catches the so called campus heartthrob after SO LONG. just for her to not only; know he is, but gets his name wrong” yeol jin exclaims, throwing an arm around beomgyu.

“YA- WE JUST ENTERED HIGH SCHOOL ANYWAY, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW LEE Y/N” beomgyu defended himself.

“beomgyu-oppa, we didn’t say y/n-unnie’s name though. and you just happened to know her name” jiuin turn and cocked her head to the boy caught guilty, as the 4 others snickered.

beomgyu recalled having fallen in a trance, you caught him. he thought it was the most free thing anyone could ever do, having been surrounded by those valuing reserved images, a reputation to hold everyone always so carefully watches each step as we were told. while there was nothing wrong with that, its just that-

a breather was what he needed, and a breath of fresh air you were, elizabeth shue from the opening scene of adventures of babysitting! it was so cool he thought.

anyways, as he watched your marvelling performance, of course he had noticed your name tag on your uniform you have yet change out of.

lee, y/n

imprinted, tattooed, and carved into his head.

“LETS JUST- go home! i challenge you all, loser buys everyone celebratory chicken after the competition” beomgyu says hoping to divert the topic.

“at that new restaurant that opened up by our english academy?” jaeyun looked up as he recalled. the first day as high school students. beomgyu had bursted into excitement at the bear mascot holding the Now Open sign, even taking a picture with it.

“YES! YUM! DELICIOUS! D E L I C I O U S” he spelt out in english as he scurried away, successfully ending the topic.

“hes avoiding the question though?” yeol jin along with everyone else looked a bit confused.

“YA! BEOM-YA! BEOMGYU! WAIT FOR US!” yeol jin said realizing as he grabbed jiuin’s hand and ran after beomgyu, everyone else followed.

“mom?” you dropped your keys by table and hung your jacket having just arrived home.

you see that theres a message on the answering machine. you sighed as you press play.

“welcome home! as always i told the delivery man to use the spare key by the flower pot outside to let himself in and to leave your favourite on the dinner table. eat up! you work very hard for some of your caliber, you know that right? some don’t even care”

we’ve met too many of those to care you thought to yourself as you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

you get up to turn off the answering machine from the side table, you’ve heard it all before anyway.

you were alone but that was nothing new, you’ve grown dependant on yourself. you were comfortable in your own presence, well at times anyways, like right now! you’ve learned what you really needed, what was needed of you. if you wanted to start a band with those who accidentally overheard you singing in the hallways, then so be it.

1:48 AM

your clock was glaring at you. you could hear it yelling, what child is up at these hours, go to sleep

you probably would wait until your mom gets home so you can quickly whisk your guitar and notebook away and act asleep. only to literally fall asleep afterwards.

you were recalling the events of your as you sat on your bed, 7:48 PM, suddenly you were writing and never stopped as this surge of adrenaline came rushing in.

you haven't stopped since, you didn’t wanna stop writing. you haven’t felt this before. you’ve never felt something so warm, you could grab it, you were living in a cherry red world, this feeling was all over the place. it hasn’t dawned on you yet why you were feeling this way

I see the look in your eye and I’m biting my tongue,

you’ll be the love of my life when i was young,

when the night is over.

don't call me up, im already under.

what was this? all you knew was that you didn’t want it to go away, not to stop yet, to hold on just a bit longer, forever if you could, just maybe.

the memory from earlier projected into perspective.

you said you would see him at the competition but it was his name you couldn’t quite figure out.

“who was that?”

A/N. YES THE SONG Y/N WAS WRITING WAS GRACIE ABRAMS’ 21 so ofcs this is me crediting her.

PLEASE BARE WITH ME! i love gracie sm!!! 😞

her music? CHEFS KISS

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

02. you shall be found guilty

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cling clang

the rattles of keys were what you woke up to,

“mom?” you questioned groggily, was it time to get ready already? trying to crawl out of dream land. oh how for it to be so easy. shake off the tiredness, we could get more things done.

“shh shh, sorry honey. i just got home now” she had just opened and peaked through the door to check on you. “did i wake you up?” you look over to your clock, 5:00 AM. you could swear it was taunting you or something.

“no its okay, welcome home” you said plastering a smile, you were glad that she was home.

“you didn’t stay up too late did you? i can drop you off if you don’t feel like commuting” she sat down on your bed as you sat up from under your covers.

“no i’m okay, why change my routine just because i don’t feel like it? thats how we get into bad habits right?” you smiled with your eyes closed.

her eyebrows furrow, “oh how lucky am i to have you, so strong-“ she smiles weakly as she tries to hug you, but you flinch back, raising your wrist as a reflex.

she frowns, “sorry sweetie, i forget that- uhm” she laughs awkwardly, “anyways, go back to sleep, ill drop you off in an hour, no arguing!” she says in a sing-song tone. bouncing up and off the bed, marching out of your room.

you heard your mom laughing in the living room while you waited for her, tapping your foot anxiously. if you didn’t leave now then you were gonna be late.

you can hear her talking, something about an event with an old friend? you weren’t sure, but you did know that she wanted you to tag along.

you were smart but not the smartest, you were okay with it in a way, but taking the risky path you were, having average grades wasn’t gonna cut it for you. you needed to be more than enough you thought, the more appeal the better!

impatient, screw it you said. you got up, walked passed your mom, and put on your shoes. getting your mom’s as well.

“we’re gonna be late, if you don’t hurry” you waved your red ribboned headband in the air trying to get her attention as you stood by the door.

she looked up confused, and then she at her watch. her eyes widened as she dropped the phone, practically jumping to the ceiling.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT, YEAH HON LETS GO, QUICK QUICK, RUN START THE CAR” AS SHE TOSSED YOU THE KEYS.

you scurried out to the car. you wouldn’t usually, but you appreciated her antics. it calmed your nerves from your former worries, brightening your mood in a way.

she was trying.

during the car ride your mom noticed how serious your gaze out the window was, concerned, of course she asked “do you wanna let it off your chest? you know you get your quality of observation from me, your looks anyway.”

you laugh a bit before confessing, “its nothing you need to worry about, just the competition” you breathed out heavily

you were distracted, not about the competition but about the song. it wasn’t like you, or it wasn’t a song you’d expected composed by lee y/n.

was something missing to the song? you were so focused though, couldn’t be. was it your focus that made it scary? all these possibilities running through your mind yet remembering what was floating in the air.

“are you gonna make it?” you held your breath asking.

“this saturday? of course. what time does it start?” she asked switching between you and the road.

“at 12PM, but try to get there earlier. i want to get photos” you said sighing out. a timid yay cheering in your head

“of course i’ll make-“ cut off from her phone buzzing in the coffee holder.

“y/n-ah, could you answer and hold it up to my ear?” she asked in a rush before the ringing ran out.

you grabbed it, sliding answer, and put it up to her ear.

“hello? lee yeong speaking” you spaced out while she answered, you were trying to think who it was calling so early. her composed turned into a ghast tone.

“at this very moment? i mean unless you want your employees to be paid, not paying hospital bills. she chuckled. she really had inappropriate comedic timing didn’t she.

“alright, alright. on my way! hang up y/n” she glanced over to you for a second.

you lowered your arm, hanging up the call.

“does your arm not hurt? you held it up for a bit” she asked curious.

“no, not really. probably because i carry around the instruments half of the day sometimes”

“so you’d say you have a thing for athleticism?” she inquired. your eyebrows furrowed, where was she even taking this?

“i guess? what does that have to do with-“

“could you run to school? it’s not to far, 2 blocks away. i owe you, im running late for this last minute schedule!”

she rambled on.

you were shocked by the request, you short circuited for a second. “uh- i mean” looking at the time on the car 7:53AM. school starts at 8:00AM.

you paused thinking about it for a second, i guess you could, but you would just have to run really fast.

“yeah sure, ill see you!” waiting for the car to stop at a red light. you quickly made up your mind, not wanting to drag this on longer, unbuckling your seat and rushing out the car door.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!

you nearly trip while fixing your bag, your tie becoming lose, your hair in shambles, your uniform jacket slipping off your shoulders, while trying to keep your guitar from falling off your shoulders. why were guitars so heavy you cursed

you were running so fast you could barely catch your breath, the were only a few students on their way to school and these were your schoolmates who you recognized coming into class late.

so to sum it up? if you didn’t run faster than you already were, you’re sure as hell gonna be late.

you looked down to your watch, if it was still there that is

7:57 AM

you could’ve sworn your watch looked extra smug today.

“jiu, where is she?” souha turned to jiuin worried

jiuin shrugged furrowing her eyebrows weary of you, it wasn’t like you to cut close to being late. it wasn’t like them to arrive before you.

8:02 AM

the doors creaked open, everyone turned to you. you were panting, hair all over the place, your red headband hanging off your shoulder, and clothing in mishaps. your heart was racing.

“oh my goodness, y/n!” souha stood up and ran to you, wide eyes worried about your current state. jiuin searched her bag for a hairbrush, rushing to come to your aid.

you were so tired, you put your hands on your knees coughing. “i-im heeerreee” you said out of breath.

still catching your breath, all you could think of was thank goodness, i made it.

“you’re a mess, what happened to you?!” souha hugged you tight and holding your shoulders frantically checking you. jiuin sneaking up behind souha to hug you as well quickly brushing your hair, and fixing your headband in place.

she exhaled “you’re late you realize that? we were beginning to worry” souha directing you to your seat while jiu fixed your tie. “and we had a reason! look at you. what on earth happened?”

jiu sat you down as she sat down herself in her seat beside you, hand in hand.

“i’m fine, long story-“

“and as interesting as it may be, hopefully it can wait till after class” you were cut-off by your teacher.

you mouthed later to jiuin and souha as class was starting.

[lunch time]

souha went to go find minji since apparently she owed her lunch, telling you to rest and she’ll come back. knowing how busy the halls would get and you’re not a fan of closed/little space.

you were beginning to feel antsy as people from another classrooms began to fill up the space, not knowing why your class in particular was so popular.

you walked out as you felt it was becoming to cramped in there, closing in on you. you weren’t hungry, so you just searched for kyorin and souha.

you passed a few students staring you down, you heard them holding back smug laughs.

“it must’ve felt so humiliating for her”

“she has natural face that makes your blood boil”

“why did she show up to class like that?”

“maybe she was trying out a new style”

“if you look at her she might just have the wrong idea of hipster. you know how people mistaken homeless clothing for hipster?”

“YOU’RE AWFUL!” they all laugh obnoxiously

“what was she thinking for her hair, just curious. tinker bell?”

“pixie cut”

“what was she thinking”

you turned the corner

you closed your eyes holding, clenching your jaw. ignore them your mind demanded. your expression grew more frustrated. this happened everyday, you’d think you’d learn to handle your deck of cards. but it only seemed to make you grow self conscious.

you knew better though than to let them get to you, you have to get better, its all you need. you sighed changing into a disappointed expression, side eyeing the window. while you rubbed your elbow.

way to into your head, you failed to notice the familiar few of the voices from yesterday approaching you.

“sk8ter boi wasn’t too bad during practice, plus we need an english song. why not do that for the competition?“ jaeyun said to munbin as beomgyu walked to the far side of both of them.

“that’s not bad!” munbin gasped, pointing a finger to jaeyun.

but it was then that jaeyun noticed you approaching, munbin was curious as to what jaeyun was staring at, spotting you as well. “oh sick, it’s her!” munbin whispered.

jaeyun winked to munbin as he looked over at beomgyu. since munbin was in the middle, he nudged beomgyu with his shoulder getting his attention. beomgyu glanced to munbin

“what’s up? i was listening i swear, sk8ter boi is-“

“look up” jaeyun said cutting beomgyu off

beomgyu then looked up confused as to why their tone was soft suddenly. he took notice of the familiar figure with headphones as his gaze softens

oh, that’s why. he thought to himself as you made your way down the hallway.

he wanted to say something but even as talkative as he usually is, his tongue was in a knot. he was excited to see you but the type of excited that made his stomach to hurdles.

you were staring at the window til you saw someone looking at you, making eye contact for a split second and looked back outside. not realizing it was him, you passed without any interaction.

he felt disappointed, although he doesn’t think he would’ve known what to say anyway. he then processed your dejected expression, a second after you passed them, affecting his own facial expression.

he looks up to munbin and jaeyun who were already looking at him with identical smug smirks. teasing him no doubt.

he jumped “why are you looking at me like that?” perplexed, he playfully punches munbin’s shoulder

munbin dramatically holds his shoulder “YAH WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME AS IF I’M THE ONLY WHO WAS STARING, IT WAS JAEYUN’S IDEA”

they both look to jaeyun as he proceeds to dramatically hold out his hand as he begins to sing that song from cinderella “so this is loooveee~”

“you better start running” beomgyu deadpanned

jaeyun broke a laugh and quickly ran ahead, beomgyu chased after him leaving munbin behind.

for this scene;

bolded text is y/n pov, slanted text is beomgyu pov

per usual, you were the first to arrive. you felt a bit too self anxious to dance so instead you decided to see what you had done of that song so far.

you decided to go over the chords on souha’s piano instead of guitar, you just needed a new feel of something.

you started.

some times i go blurry eyed

alone, he was making his way up the stairs up to the practice room, the other had gone to grab drinks and snacks.

small talk and you tell me that you’re on fire

he then heard the voice again, and it was more clear this time

lights on and it’s black and white

he looked into that dark room which held the same girl who laminated the room with this yellow-brown-pink hue.

i couldn’t stay forever

your voice sounded so hurt, it tugged at his heart. he was focused on you and your voice.

i get alone sometimes and i miss you again

he was in a dream, it was blurry atmosphere, your voice was ringing in his head.

i’ll be the love of your life inside your head

his bottom lip was dropped

when the night is over

when has real people ever sounded like that before he thought

don’t call me up, i’m already under

he had never heard the song before, but he was sure not make the same mistake letting it pass by. so sure to ask you

“what song is that?”

you looked up in surprise

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized

“no no, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you were watching” as you scratched

he motioned if he could enter the room. nodding your head, he smiled as he nodded his while timidly landing his first foot inside.

you looked to the side, portable piano in your lap. side eyeing him then turning your head to face him. he sat down in front you.

you were avoiding eye contact because you felt awkward til you decided to look at him and fight it off for now. it was the polite thing to do.

you both look back at each other at the same time, causing you both to quickly avert eyes again.

you didn’t know what to do

he let out a laugh, you face him as he was looking down then faces you.

“anyway, what song was it?” he asked looking down at the piano as were you.

“oh it was a song i made last night, it doesn’t have a name but-“ he cut you off

“you wrote it?” with wide eyes, his head moving slightly closer to the piano. he sounded shocked

“oh- yeah, me. i’m not a professional, i know, but i did try and i think i’ll get better if i continue to do so!” you were beginning to question if they turned off the air conditioning after school because you felt your ears heat up.

you looked him in awe of the piano. he must really like pianos you thought.

“are you crazy?” he chuckled as he looked up at you

“your talent and ability is so incredibly touching y/n!” he said in a smiling tone at you.

“ohhh, thanks” you smiled weakly back

he was so in awe of you, you couldn’t help but strengthen your smile. it was hard to hold back.

he looked away, he felt his ears start to burn up as well.

“by the way, i wanted to ask you something” he suddenly changed the topic.

“hm? what is it?” giving him permission to ask you

“what’s my name?” he faced you seriously

oh no

this won’t be good

“your name?” you asked while looking up to the ceiling.

“y/nnnniee, my name” he said trying to catch your eyes back onto him.

“uh, well you knooow” trying to catch a glimpse of his uniform only for him to cover it.

“no cheating!” he said “y/n my name?”

you were looking everywhere “oh uh you know, you’ve got one, i got one, everyones got a name.” you tried prolonging it.

“YOU’RE STALLING!” he said moving forward

“AM NOT!” you moved forward as well

“YOU DON’T KNOW IT!” he yelled

“I DO! IT’S BANGU!” you yelled back

he fell back breaking out in laughter. you were left in embarrassment, making a tight smile while as you watched him dying of laughter.

he got up wiping his tears, recovering from his giggle fit, he continued “it’s beomgyu y/n!” he said “choi beom gyu”

“oh shut up” you pushed his shoulder back as you laugh it off his head was down still chuckling

“you’re gonna choke from laughing, it’s very possible” you said in a pessimistic tone looking down at his hair

“then you shall be found guilty” he mocked

he had finished laughing, he smiled up at you, while you too found yourself smiling at him

you stayed like that for a bit, looking at each other. it was hard to break the eye contact.

that was until the lights turned on, you both looked to see minji and kyor looking at you two confused.

“what are you two doing in the dark?” minji asked as she approached her guitar.

“oh y/n was showing me a song she wrote” beomgyu replied for you

“in the dark? gazing into each others eyes?” minji teased you both overly emphasizing the way she spoke.

“WE WEREN’T GAZING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES!” you said defensively

“we sort of were though” beomgyu said

“YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” you yelled back to him

the three of them laughed at you.

“this is so embarrassing” you said as you buried your face in your palms

beomgyu was startled by a sudden vibration, his phone vibrated to what you assume was someone from his band.

yeol jin: were outside! could you help us, jiuin’s bag broke since it was heavy so we need extra pairs of hands.

beomgyu: oh sure, on my way!

he put his phone in his bag as he got up. “hey, my bandmates need help carrying snacks up, i’ve got to go” he said as he slunk his bag over his shoulders.

“oh okay, so you’re leaving?” you asked feeling a bit dejected

“yeah, but you guys should stop by if you’d like! knowing them they bought too much stuff anyway. we have big appetites” he said as he walked towards the door.

surprised you were, you said

“oh okay, sure. we’ll think about it-”

“we’ll be there” you were cut off by kyor who, rested her hands on your shoulders as she gave beomgyu a thumbs up

“alright, see you guys later. bye y/n” he waved as he turned and left out the door

“so did we interrupt your date?” minji’s teasing was never ending.

“WE WEREN’T ON A DATE!”

A/N. this was a filler chapter to connect the story lines im sorry, BUT IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE. PLEASE TRUST ME! 😭

thank you for making it this far!

bandmates! [masterlist]

au. pre-debut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

!summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /high school band au /first love /yn has issues with her parents /slow burn

status. ongoing (since dec 28)

chapters.

00. see you there!

01. who was that?

02. you shall be found guilty

03. slap my wrist

04. untitled (drafts)

thank you so much for reading!

august? — get well soon

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. mentions of falling down the stairs, mentions of the ER and hospital, hand holding? yn is a bit sad this episode, mild swearing, that’s all i know so far (lmk if there’s more)

previous / masterlist / next / playlist

You were sitting in your spot in which you always sat at during club meetings and you were taking down minutes for the team. Except now the lights were off, you were sitting in the dark with your eyes closed, and there was nothing on the table except your head down resting between your arms.

The clubrooms had their own special floor, which was the top floor of the school, so that meant there was no one here. There was also no club meetings happening with it being Monday since most clubs meet on Wednesdays. And that was a good thing for you because you got to sit in the clubroom alone in silence for a few minutes before company arrived.

It was then you finally moved a muscle when you heard footsteps approaching up the stairs, turning your head from the window to their door to see Hyunjin slowly stepping into the room, careful not to startle you in your current state.

“Hey stranger” Hyunjin said as he gently slid the door close.“You want me to keep the lights off?” his fingers resting on the light switch.

“No, keep them off please” you said lifting your head off the table and pushing your chair back to stand up.

Beside the door and below the light switch was a small navy blue couch.

The clubroom was plain, painted with simple cream walls, a whiteboard by the large table in the middle, and across from the whiteboard were 4 cabinets for files of past papers written by alumni, and the couch.

Hyunjin was first to sit down on the couch before he patted down the space beside him for you to sit.

Not that you usually followed orders but you were a bit out of it to argue anything more. Settling for just simply leaving your spot at the table and sitting down beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

He breathes out a sigh before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lies his head on yours and waits a couple moments before he says anything more.

“Are you trying to decide how you feel about your performance last night?” he asked quietly, drawing circles on your arm farthest from him.

“How… did you—”

“Of course I know, I’m your best friend too y’know”

You don’t like burdening people, especially your friends who are always there when you need them, but you’ve also been learning recently that… this, this is okay.

“I just feel like it’s a lot” you say quietly, in fear of sounding stupid or maybe too bold “I don’t want the things i do to be too much handle or make it look as if I’m trying to be someone I’m not meant to be—”

“Y/N, that’s your parents’s voice. And they…” you watch as Hyunjin pauses, staring into a place on the clubroom floor and beyond. You can also see the frustration in his eyes at the mention of your parents, not because of you, but because of how much your parent’s words have hurt you. And watching that hurt follow you over the years is something he always wants to try and lift off of your shoulders. A big task he’s given himself, but he also has the other 3 to rely on when it comes to this.

“They’re just…” he says these next words carefully “not right” He’s being mindful in the fact that when treading these parts of your life. He takes a breath before continuing on with what he was saying. “If this were about other people then I would argue that they could possibly be right about other things, but they were never right about anything they said or did to you back then” he says.

He then grazes over your hand with his other hand and waits, you nod your head in ‘okay’ for him to hold your hand, he does. He stares down at your hands in his for a few moments before continuing on.

(so this is where this part was deleted and they have a really good emotional, but fluffy scene that i literally cannot remember ANYTHING about for the life of me so let’s just skip forward for my sanity? pls)

“Y/N” he says sitting up, taking your hand closest to him in his hands and playing with your fingers, “no one is in the right to make you question whether or not something makes you happy or give force meanings over your own feelings”

You can always tell that he’s being serious if he’s toying with something in his hands and/or if he’s looking at your eyes while also looking at something else behind you.

And in this case, he was doing both.

You reach over to his hands still playing with your fingers and rest your hand atop of his.

“And if that is the case that they are right?” you look up to his eyes for an answer.

“They’re just stupid,” he says bluntly with a lighthearted laugh. “It’s my job to make you sad and tired. No one else is allowed to do it” he states dramatically, letting go of your hands and making a really dramatic pose

You scoff and roll your eyes so far back you see stars, “You’re so annoying”

Standing up from the couch and reaching your hand up to slide the clubroom door to leave, but Hyunjin quickly reaches from behind you to open the door for you.

“Leaving me behind in a dark clubroom? A clubroom I’m not even a member of?” he inquires as he lets you walk out first and him following behind you. Then closing the door behind him.

“Well, I tried anyway” you shrug as you walk down the empty hallway side by side. You’re playing with the hem of your skirt before you remember something that’s been tugging at the back of your mind since stepping into school.

“Do you they’ll be angry with me?” you ask.

“Your parents?” he asks so nonchalantly and so quickly, not missing a single beat. Makes you really think how bad your mommy/daddy issues are.

“No, I mean…” You chuckle, “Chaer and them, my old band” you asks slowly.

He stops walking for a good 5 seconds, which of course stops you in your tracks and turn around to look at him confused, before he catches up to you again. “Sorry about that, but come again?” he asks genuinely confused.

“Like if they saw that video of me, would they think that im trying to one them up or something” you explain as turned the hallway finally making it to the stairs and carefully treading down as you walk down from the fourth floor to the second floor so you can buy lunch together and maybe catch up with Sunghoon and them.

“Well are you?” he asks turning to face you, face twisted in perplexity. The way he’s looking at you now is as if he’s trying to find some sense somewhere on your face, but failed to. Common occurrence.

“Of course not! I don’t know, I leave the band out of no where, I know Chaer and Yeji, probably Yeosang knows and understands, but I’m still strung up about it” you explain, obvious concern in your voice. Hyunjin on the other hand is concerned as well, but still feels hasty to rectify this idea.

“Y/N, I love you but that’s just silly. Yeji was thrilled to watch that video remember? They won’t— Y/N watch out!”

Hyunjin calling out to you was the last thing you heard before you miss a step and bump into someone in front of you and suddenly you’re falling.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin calls out to you,

“Seeun!” a familiar voice calls out at the same time.

Thankfully, Hyunjin catches you in time, holding your waist and your arms still lunged forward from almost falling before he pulls your body back up to a steady stance.

The same couldn’t be said about the girl you knocked over though as she now at the bottom of the steps.

You and Hyunjin stare wide eyed for a second longer as you realize that the girl you just accidentally pushed down the stairs is Seeun,—The current lead vocalist your High School’s band. A band in which Choi Beomgyu belongs to now—before quickly rushing down the steps and tend to Seeun.

That is before Hyunjin can taunt you saying

‘If they weren’t mad, they might be now’

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CHOI BEOMGYU - “starry eyes forever”

SYNOPSIS AND MENTIONS: goofy/random texts w beomgyu, beomgyu x fem reader, use of “😏” as a joke, mentions of barbie, league of legends, jinx, 25 21 and cas 💝

AUTHORS NOTE: I AM SO SLEEPY MAKING THIS HELEPEP so sorry if there’s grammar mistakes ‼️

TXT AS YOUR DOOR DASHERS

warnings: soobs has grammar mistakes im too sleepy to fix, mentions of blood and tyun being “tired of living”

a/n: late to the trend but OT5 TEXTS AT 4 AM LETS GOOOO

CHOI BEOMGYU - “starry eyes forever”

SYNOPSIS AND MENTIONS: goofy/random texts w beomgyu, beomgyu x fem reader, use of “😏” as a joke, mentions of barbie, league of legends, jinx, 25 21 and cas 💝

AUTHORS NOTE: I AM SO SLEEPY MAKING THIS HELEPEP so sorry if there’s grammar mistakes ‼️

TXT AS YOUR DOOR DASHERS

warnings: soobs has grammar mistakes im too sleepy to fix, mentions of blood and tyun being “tired of living”

a/n: late to the trend but OT5 TEXTS AT 4 AM LETS GOOOO

hiii I’ve never requested before but your writing is tew good ! I was wondering if u could do idol beomgyu x friend Idol reader where basically because of hectic schedules their friendship relies a lot on calling, like any other time reader is practicing intense choreography while gyu is yapping through her AirPods. Reader takes a small break to catch her breath when she realises beomgyu has fallen silent and she can hear him touching himself 😵‍💫

⌞𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔? 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?⌝

DREAM RECALL When you catch an almost whine-like sound slipping past his lips your mind finally pieces together what was happening. — Your best friend was touching himself to your voice.

wc -> 2k

pairings idol!beomgyu x idol!afab!reader warnings masturbation, perv!beomgyu, tiny bit of nipple play, body descriptions (like I said beomgyu is a perv in this)

#serene adds ✎ this effectively brought me out of my writing slump, ily <3 and wdym you've never requested before??? your ideas are genius !

“And then I told him: no, sorry I’m not interested.” The sound of your sneakers gliding against the wooden floor echoes out, making a squeaking noise. You huff out a short breath before continuing, “right, so I clearly stated no, but for some reason he kept returning to our table. And every single time he asked the same question, can you believe it?” You exclaim, swinging your leg around your body in one swift motion as you spun around on the spot. 

Beomgyu’s chuckle fills the small pods in your ears and you can hear him shift somewhere in the background. “Can you blame the poor guy?” He wonders and you catch him unplug his phone from its charger, moving around as he settles back onto his bed. “I mean, he must think you were real’ pretty to come up like that, most guys would be too shy to even approach.” 

Your lips twitch into a faint grin, “really?” — “Would you approach me? I mean if you didn’t know me already?” Beomgyu remains silent for a moment, you can’t hear anything besides his quiet breaths and you frown. “Yeah, probably.” He finally states and for some reason you felt your stomach flutter. “Wait, really?” You wonder, and Beomgyu sighs on the other line, “yeah sure, you’re a pretty girl.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you suppress the smile threatening to bloom on your face as you distract yourself by repeating the choreography once more. “I’ll keep that in mind”, you drawl, hearing your friend groan in your airpods, “hey, that’s not fair!” — “Never said I was”, you giggle as you run a hand through your disheveled hair. “Alright, enough about me, let’s hear your weekend!” 

Beomgyu wastes no time in going on a small ramble, the distinctive sound of his chirping voice filling your ears. One thing about Beomgyu was that he could make a small story into a long one, so you expected him to be occupied for at least another twenty minutes as you focused on your dancing. And he was, he almost was. 

You nod along to his words, humming and “yeah”-ing when necessary as well as throwing in other sound effects to ensure that you were listening. Occasionally you would giggle as he made a terrible joke or just said something so outright stupid that all you could do was laugh. — You didn’t realize just how easy you had gone on yourself when you were previously talking, because not even ten minutes in you were already panting. 

He mumbles something, the sound coming out incoherent through your pods and you frown. “W-Wait say that again”, you huff, clearing your already dry throat as you spun around one more time. It takes a minute for him to repeat himself and you wondered if something had happened. But then his familiar voice rings out again, though his words sound almost slurred. You guessed he might be tired. 

The next part of the choreography shifted all your attention from your friend on the phone to the full body mirror in front of you. This time you were determined to get it right, and you did. Heaving a sigh, your shoulders slump as you rub the back of your neck in an exhausted manner. Dragging your legs over to the small bench by the wall, you flop down as you reach for your water bottle. 

It isn’t until you’ve chugged half it, wiping your lips with the back of your hand that you notice Beomgyu’s unusual silence. In fact he had completely stopped talking and for a brief moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep. But just as you were about to call out for him, you hear him groan. — Your initial thought was that he must be in pain, a flash of worry shooting through you as you sat up straight, gripping the bottle tightly in your hands. 

But the sound is quickly followed by his familiar breathing pattern, the one you had grown so accustomed to as you spent your nights on the phone. Except, he sounded different, almost strained. He took deep and ragged breaths and you heard him shifting on his bed, the sheets rustling beneath him. When you catch an almost whine-like sound slipping past his lips your mind finally pieces together what was happening. 

Your best friend was touching himself to your voice. 

⋮

It wasn’t Beomgyu’s fault, or maybe it was a little. But he really couldn’t help himself. He hasn’t seen you for weeks, in fact he hasn’t seen anyone besides his band members for a good while. So to say that he was extremely lonely would be an understatement. It was never meant to go this far, really it wasn’t. But as soon as he got into bed, swiping to accept your call, he knew he was doomed. 

Beomgyu liked your voice, he thinks he might even love it. The way words so seamlessly rolled off your tongue, not to mention your subtle accent peeking through as you spoke. He could listen to you talk forever. — He knew that there was no sexual intent behind you groaning and panting, more than familiar with the excruciating physical labor of dancing, Beomgyu knew exactly how you felt. 

Yet he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his briefs as he listened to you pant, rambling on about your weekend as you did, your sentences coming out near breathless. He barely noticed the words “pretty girl” slipping past his lips, too caught up in not trying to grope himself as he tried to maintain whatever conversation was left. Neither does he notice your brief silence at his words, the small clearing of your throat before you hurriedly continue. — He bit his lip, his free hand curling into a fist as he willed it not to move down his stomach. It proved to be almost impossible with every passing second. — Then you disrupt his inner battle. 

“Alright, enough about me, let’s hear your weekend!” 

Well fuck. He needs to act fast, so he immediately goes on about his weekend, making up half of the events as he goes, anything to get you off his mind. It seems to work, you’re busying yourself with dancing, he can tell by the way your shoes echo off the floors. He thinks he might be able to actually talk his hard on down, gesturing wildly, even though you can’t see it, as he explains his Saturday evening. 

But no matter how hard he tries, the second he stops talking to draw in a sharp breath, all he hears is you. Your heavy breath or the small groans you emit as you grow frustrated with yourself. — It doesn’t help that he can perfectly envision you. The tight tank top you always wore, drenched in sweat as it sticks to your shiny skin. Your shorts, stopping halfway down your thighs, hugging your ass in a way that was almost criminal. 

Beomgyu knows that you take training seriously, he knows that you’re too caught up in whatever move you’re trying to perfect to even register half the things he’s saying. He thinks that he might be able to get away with it. — Placing his phone on his chest, Beomgyu lets his hands roam down his torso, hesitating if only for a moment as he reaches the hem of his sweats. But in the end he slips a hand past the fabric, easily wrapping his fingers around his hard cock, shuddering at his own touch. 

He tries to keep talking, to keep you distracted, but his words come out jagged and every move of his tongue feels forced. He moves faster, his grip tightening whilst his other hand tugs his pants down enough to where he can pull himself free from their confinement. He imagines your chest, coated in a sheer layer of glistening sweat, perked nipples peeking through the fabric of your top. He knows he should feel ashamed, he really does, yet he continues. 

“W-Wait say that again.” 

Your voice snaps him from his daze. Fuck, what did he say? He could barely remember, he bites his tongue, trying to steady his sporadic breathing. “I uh, went out for err d-drinks with Taehyun..” He hopes, prays, that you can’t tell how hoarse his voice has become. But you only hum, your attention seemingly elsewhere and he breathes out a sigh of relief. 

He flicks his thumb over his tip, biting back a harsh groan as he squirms on his bed, eyes screwing shut as his jaw slacks. Breathing through his nose, he attentively listens to the way you pant, your body moving along to a beat he couldn’t hear. — His free hand moves up his chest, twisting and pinching his nipples through his shirt, the double stimulation making him go cross eyed. 

Too caught up in the way you made him feel, he fails to notice that you’ve stopped dancing, your heavy breathing slowly simmering down as you slump against the small bench. He also fails to remember that he was supposed to be talking. Unable to hinder the quiet groan slipping from his lip as he nears his orgasm, he freezes for a second, but he tells himself you won’t be able to pick up on it. 

“Beomgyu?” 

His name on your lips almost has him spilling in his hand before realization kicks in. He freezes, head jerking up from his pillow as he immediately lets go of his throbbing cock. He swallows, “y-yeah?” — You’re quiet for a minute, and he thinks you might just have caught him red handed, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. 

“I thought you had fallen asleep!” You retort, shuffling on the bench as you take another gulp of your water. The sound sent shockwaves through his body. “H-ah, no m’wide awake..” He cringes at how strained his voice sounds, uncomfortably shifting on the mattress as his cock slaps against his stomach. You hum against your phone, leaning back to rest against the cool wall behind you. 

When you let out a tired sigh, he can’t help but reach down to slowly fist himself once more. He’ll be quiet, he’ll hang up quickly and finish off without you ever having to find out. Beomgyu doesn’t know if it has to do with his sex clouded brain or his pending orgasm, but he could’ve sworn that every small sigh and groan you made sounded excessively sexual. 

“I should invest in a new top, this one’s far too small, sticks to me like glue”, you drawl and Beomgyu feels his breath hitch. “Huh, uh-huh”, he breathes, trying his hardest not to imagine the very same shirt you spoke of, wrapping around your tits so nicely. He shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut as he strokes himself harder. 

“Ugh, and my leg hurts”, you whine, moaning out in pain as you lean down to massage your calf. The sound makes his eyes snap open as he fumbles to press the ‘mute’ button on his phone. A string of curses ripping from his throat as he finishes all over himself, thighs trembling as he lets his head fall back against the soft pillow. The image of you still crystal clear in his mind. — Breathing out a small sigh of relief, he lets his eyes flutter closed, swallowing yet another groan as he reaches for his phone once more, only to have his heart practically stop in his chest. 

“Finally finished?” You drawl, a smug smirk pulling at your lips as you listen to his heavy panting, the sound filling your airpods. It was almost endearing how easy he had been to fool as you played along, and the way his breath hitched only made your unwavering confidence grow as you listened to the way realization hit him like a truck. 

Gulping, Beomgyu’s gaze flit down to his phone screen, eyes widening as they land on the still clear mute button. He knew then that he would never hear the end of this.

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congrats on 500 !! this is my first time requesting so it might be kinda weird (sorry in advance) but i was thinking of rich and spoiled (any txt member you think is suitable) and a scholarship reader (f) , you can do whatever you like with the plot but i would like some nsfw pls !! thank you ^^

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... ANON hi! you like read my mind... ever since I finished watching hierarchy last weekend I've been itching to write something with rich and spoiled beomgyu x scholarship student reader but since my 500 bash has a wc limit of 2k I'll just turn this into an even bigger fic after my event ends, sounds good? since you asked for nsfw I wrote one of the scenes the bigger fic will contain, hope you enjoy hehe because I sure did ՞ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ՞

wc -> 1.5k

pairings rich spoilt!beomgyu x scholarship student!reader warnings sub!gyu, mean dom!reader, slapping, handjob, bondage (using his tie), cum eating, tiny humiliation/degrading...hm think that's it

The morning class is quiet, save for the low murmurs of chatter as tired students leisurely rolled in to take their seats. You had been there for half an hour already, going through yesterday's notes and already skimming through today’s material — You liked staying on top of things, your studies were important, they were what got you here after all. Lightly clearing your throat, you pull at the blue tie around your neck, a painful reminder of your low and unworthy status.

Your eyes flit across the room for any signs of him, but there were none. A small wave of relief courses through you, perhaps he’d skip today. But no less than thirty seconds later, the classroom door slams open as Beomgyu saunters inside, immediately being greeted by his unrealistically large group of friends. Internally groaning, your gaze drops to the notes in front of you, set on avoiding him at all costs. 

Though your meek attempt quickly proves futile as you hear him strutting toward you. Suddenly the table in front of you is snatched away, making a deafening scraping sound against the hard floor. Your notes fall to the ground and you scramble to pick them up as heads turn in your direction. A noise to your right makes you turn your head only for you to almost bump noses with him as Beomgyu watches you with a smug expression. 

“Sorry love, needed an extra table today.” He says as he leans back up, “but you don’t mind do you?” The laughter of his friends echo through the classroom as Beomgyu brings your table to sit alongside his own, quickly throwing his feet to rest on top of it. Color rushes to your cheeks and you keep your gaze down as you reorganize your notes in your lap. 

A few minutes later your teacher enters, ready to start class. She throws a quick glance toward you, notes piled on your knees as you grip your pencil tightly, then over to Beomgyu who flashes her an innocent grin. Not bothering to even assess the situation further she begins her lecture and your stomach drops in disbelief. You supposed you should be used to it by now. 

“What?” Beomgyu sounds genuinely surprised as his tall frame looms over you. “Come on now we always have fun after school”, he tries as his hand trails along the curve of your waist. You huff out a breath of air as you take a step back. “And then what? You go back to treating me like shit.” — He frowns as his gaze drops to the tie around your neck, “well you are a scholarship stu…” — “Oh fuck off with that bullshit!” You groan as you run a frustrated hand through your hair. 

“I’m tired of it, Beomgyu.” You state before swallowing the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything as he bites the inside of his cheek. Rolling your eyes, you reach for your bag on the table of his private lounge, getting ready to leave. Though you barely get two steps in before his hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“Oh c’mon, you know it’s not like that…” He mumbles as one of his hands cup your chin, lifting your face to look at him. When all he receives is a glare, he sighs as he lets go of you once more. “God, when did you become so boring?” He mutters as he turns to rub a hand against his neck tiredly.  

Letting out a noise of disbelief, you scoff, “to have fun, is that what you want? Fine, we’ll have fun”, you don’t let him get another word out as you push him down on the nearby sofa. Startled by your sudden course of action, Beomgyu blinks up toward you. As you climb onto his lap, you reach for the red tie around his neck, “but we’ll have it my way.” 

In his surprised state, it was easy to gather his wrists as you neatly tied his tie around them, tugging on it once to make sure it wouldn’t break before you pulled his arms above his head. “Fuck, if I knew you were going to react like this I would’ve snatched your table sooner”, his snarky remark is met by a harsh slap to his cheek, the smacking noise filling his empty lounge. 

“Ah shit..” he grumbles as the print of your hand turns a sheer red on his face. Grunting out a quiet shut up, you slam your lips against his as your fingers dig into the sides of his face. You’re surprised by how eagerly he responds as he lets you slip your tongue inside his open mouth, groaning against your lips when you do. 

“God, you’re so annoying”, you seethe between kisses, not expecting him to whine into your mouth as his hips bucked up against your own. You pull on the tie around his wrists and he immediately stills beneath you. Fuck that’s pathetic, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you clench around nothing. 

Experimentally, you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it. Beomgyu squirms under you as a breathy moan escapes his throat. Breaking the kiss, you pull back to look at him with a slight frown, “fuck, do you like this?” — The way he eagerly nods as his lips chase after your own almost makes you want to laugh. 

One of your hands slid between your bodies and you shove it down his pants; relishing in the way his face contorted as his mouth fell open. “F-fuck”, he groans as you flick your thumb over the slit of his cock, swiping away the precum that had spilled out. “Do you enjoy publicly humiliating me?” You question with disdain as your hand squeezes around his shaft, making him throw his head back against the cushion. 

When he doesn’t answer you stop moving and his eyes immediately snap open. “H-ah, I…I don’t know..” his brows furrow as sweat trickles down his forehead. You scoff as your hand shifts up to press against his tip harshly. "M-Maybe..!" He yelps and you feel him twitch against your fingers. “Maybe what?” You drawl as you stroke him slowly, tugging on the tie as his back arches off the sofa. 

“I..I do like it! I like it w-when you become all embarrassed and – ah fuck –  I… I think it’s hot when your face turns all red..” His voice is near breathless and you watch as his eyes flutter closed. Another harsh slap to his face sends his head jolting forward. “I bet you do, you sick fucking bitch”, you spit as your pace on his cock increases. 

Biting his bottom lip, he tries to suppress the noises threatening to escape. A quiet please shifts your attention back to his flushed face. “What was that?” You ask as you twirl the fabric of his tie between your fingers. His hazy gaze finds yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “need to touch you..” he whines as his hips buck against your hand. 

It was almost endearing, the way he thought he had a say in any of this. You draw in closer to his face, your warm breath mixing with his and you can hear his sharp intake of air. “You honestly think I’d let your dirty hands touch my body?” You snigger as you watch him blink up at you in slight confusion. 

“Oh c’mon”, he whines as he trashes against the tie around his wrists, earning himself a third sharp slap to his cheek. “S-shit”, he groans as his hips jerk forward and you suddenly feel him release all over your hand as he soils his briefs. He came from a bit of slapping? Wow, he really was pathetic. You pull your hand from his pants with a small grimace as you hold it up for him to see. 

“Tsk, look what you did.” You groan as you present your sticky fingers to him. His gaze flits down to your hand as the color on his face intensifies. “Well what are you waiting for? Clean it up”, you grunt as you shove three fingers in his mouth, making him let out a surprised noise before he swirls his tongue around them, moaning as you push them further inside.  

When you retract them again he looks up at you expectantly, almost like a puppy, only to frown when you climb off his lap. “Where are you going?” He questions as he watches you flatten out your skirt and reach for your discarded bag. “Where the fuck does it look like I’m going?” You glower as you swing the strap over your shoulder. 

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” You give him a small wave before turning on your heel, leaving him on the couch with his hands tied and resting above his head.

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Butterflies - Choi Beomgyu

Synopsis: Experiencing love for the first time is a magical thing. And college was all about experiencing a series of firsts. For Beomgyu though, it was the most terrifying concept. Yet, when it comes to how Beomgyu feels about you, he was ready to conquer his fears.

Pairing: College Student!Choi Beomgyu x reader

Genre: first love, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.4k

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"What are you doing?" Taehyun asked, peering over Beomgyu's shoulder. Quickly, Beomgyu covered this notebook from the peering eyes of his best friend.

"N-Nothing," Beomgyu quickly responded. "Bullshit! Let me see."

Taehyun tried his best to reach for the pile of papers but Beomgyu did a good job at playing defense. If only he noticed Kai by his side who was able to snatch the notebook from underneath him.

"Hey! Give it back," Beomgyu whined.

He was about to pop up and chase after Beomgyu, but Kai already began reading out-loud the written words. Kai's voice called to attention Yeonjun and Soobin, who soon found themselves wondering over towards the living room. Beomgyu just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.

"Oh, does our little Beomgyu have a crush?" Yeonjun teased. He approached his younger friend and ruffled his hair playfully.

Beomgyu was quick to swat his hand away before glaring. Yeonjun quickly took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender.

"So what if I do? What's the big deal?" Beomgyu muttered. If only the couch could swallow him whole at this moment. "It's not like anything is going to even happen anyways."

The other four boys all looked towards their friend. Their eyes were wide. Soobin was definitely questioning if he had heard Beomgyu correctly. Taehyun, his closest friend out of the group, took a seat next to him on the couch. Yeonjun had taken a seat to his other side as Soobin and Kai placed themselves in front of Beomgyu.

They had never encountered this side of Beomgyu before. He was always the friend that offered advice when one of the other guys needed advice, especially when it came on how to approach someone they were interested in. So to hear that he had his own self doubt was a bit alarming.

In reality, it was easy for Beomgyu to give advice to his friends. At his core, he was somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He loved watching romance novels, for the plot he claimed, but also because it gave him hope of one day meeting a girl that makes him feel like the main character. He loved the cliches in songs and poems. Beomgyu often took the lessons he learned from film and other forms of media in order to help friends sort through their dilemmas.

He had just never experienced a love that powerful before. Sure, he might have had a crush here and there, but he never took them seriously before. They would normally fade after a week or so.

This time was different.

"Gyu, what are you talking about? Why would you think that?" "Because I know nothing will happen! She's far too good for someone like me."

Kai and Yeonjun looked at each other with concern. What was going on in their friend's mind? How could he not see how amazing he was, both as a friend and as a partner for someone? Soobin looked at Taehyun, letting him take the lead to ease Beomgyu's concern. If Beomgyu had to listen to someone, it would be Taehyun. "Is this about y/n?" He asked outright. "Why would this have anything to do with her?!" Beomgyu was both impressed by his best friend's sleuthing skills but also terrified that his crush had been outed so easily. All the guys knew of you. You were constantly working with Beomgyu on class assignments, but they didn't know much about you other than that. Now, it was starting to come together. "I'm going to take that as a yes," Taehyun chuckled lightly.

All Beomgyu could do as a response was throw his head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan in frustration. It was then the concern on his friends' faces turned into smirks as they watched how red Beomgyu had turned in a matter of seconds. "Wait," Yeonjun called out. "Is y/n the one who works at the coffee shop?" "No, she is the one that Gyu is always meeting up with at the coffee shop," Kai proudly proclaimed. "So she's the one that he sits beside in their Poetry class?"

"Do we have to keep talking about her?" Beomgyu asked, a slight whine in his voice. His friend group was notorious for teasing one another, but he prayed this one time that they might spare him.

"Yes," the other four said in unison which caused Beomgyu to groan again. "Or at least we can conceive some sort of plan to help you," Taehyun offered.

This finally peaked Beomgyu's interest. Slowly, Beomgyu sat up correctly with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm listening," he muttered. He would be lying if he said his stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of getting an inch closer to breaking the barrier from friends to lovers.

"Here's what is going to happen," Taehyun began.

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Everything was set into place. There is no way Beomgyu could mess this up. But to make sure it all went according to plan, the four others had situated themselves at the opposite end of the cafe. To everyone, it looked like they were just four studious guys trying to finish their degrees.

Yet, Beomgyu couldn't help but look over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being too obvious. It didn't help when he made eye contact with them, they all shot him a thumbs-up. I hate them.

You weren't a predictable person. You had your moments were you craved to be around other people, surrounded by loud noises and flashing lights. He knew Fridays would be a guarantee of catching you out of frat row. But he didn't want to make a move where you might forget about it.

There were times though during the week you'd like to retreat to your dorm and ignore the world. You valued your alone time, which shocked him as he got to know you. There was hardly ever a time you said no to someone. Unless you had a study or a paper due.

The one consistency in your life was your love for an iced coffee and blueberry muffin. It was something that helped motivate you to study, but also something that could heal your soul.

Today was one of those days where you could use a little tender, love and care.

To be fair, Beomgyu hated Taehyun's plan. It involved you getting let down. You were such a considerate person, so Beomgyu hated anytime you felt betrayed. Yet, he knew Taehyun wasn't doing this maliciously. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Beomgyu to swoop in as if being your knight in shining armor. Still. Beomgyu hated the fucking plan.

Taehyun had texted you saying you wanted to do something special for Beomgyu's birthday next month. Of course, you said yes. You knew all the guys, and would do anything for any one of them. Especially Beomgyu. He had become such a prominent role in your life that you actually felt honored that to be included in the planning of his special day. Taehyun then said he would meet you at the coffee shop at 6:30pm, after his evening lecture.

However, he sent you a text at 6:31 saying that he had planned everything already so there was no need to meet up. Truthfully, you loved getting the opportunity to make someone's day special, whether it be a big or small occasion. You felt hurt that not only did Taehyun take full control, but that he decided to cancel last minute. What was the point in texting you in the first place then if he was just going to turn around and do it all on his own?

Cue Beomgyu.

I hate you, Taehyun.

His heart was shattering as he saw the sight of you. Your head was down as you seemed to be focused on writing down either notes or even poetry lines, a habit you picked up from the class. He could still tell you were upset by the way you were hunched over.

The coffee shop you two frequented never announced customer names, just their orders. Your stomach grumbled when you heard someone had ordered your usual. Lucky bastard.

You would write a few words in your notebook, but then quickly cross it out in black ink. Nothing was working out, nothing made sense.

"Maybe this could help?"

The voice that spoke out to you caused your heart to race. Could I just be hearing things? You looked up slowly, not wanting to get your hopes up too much. Yet, you couldn't deny the smile that curled onto your face.

Beomgyu stood in front of you, one coffee cup close to him but the other gently being placed in front of you. "BVC" was written on the cup, a blueberry vanilla chai. The order previously called out made you seethe with slight jealousy. You had no idea Beomgyu would even be here.

"My knight in shining armor!"

Beomgyu chuckled as he went to shrug off his jacket. He placed it on the back of the chair in front of you. It made you smile a bit wider, cheeks beginning to ache, as you realized he was actually staying.

However, what took you by surprise was the way he didn't pull back the black metal chair. Instead, he slid in next to you in the booth portion of the table. Your eyes widened slightly, a pink hue coating your cheeks. No matter how hard you wanted to conceal it, Beomgyu noticed and boy, did it make his ego soar. There were always murmurs, mainly from the four guys, that you could like him. He always denied it, but the slight confidence was now making him lean into the theory.

"How did you even know I would be here?" You asked softly. "Please, y/n. This is your favorite place to go after classes, especially when it has been raining off and on all day. You aren't ready to go home quite yet because you are a cliche who loves rainy days. You wanted to be somewhere you could get work done but also get lost watching the rain."

It was a lie. A little white lie. Maybe one day he would confess to the crime he was committing, but right now, he just couldn't get over the shimmer in your arms. Did he actually make you that happy.

You couldn't confide the truth in Beomgyu why you were here. Not when his surprise birthday party was on the line. All you could do for now was nod your head in confirmation.

"Well, it's definitely better now that you are here." "Oh really? Tell me, sweet girl. How can I make this evening even better? Or is having me right where you want me enough?"

The pep talk from Yeonjun was paying off. The words were falling off of Beomgyu's lips with ease now.

You were staring at him at shock. This wasn't the Beomgyu you knew. The guy who could trip either over his words long forgotten. This was a new man who knew his next response before you could say anything.

There was no doubt that you had feelings for Beomgyu. He made you feel the cliche butterflies you read about in romance novels. He gave you hope that maybe the authors weren't just exaggerating when they described love as making you warm and fuzzy because Beomgyu made you feel that way daily.

Yet, he was your best friend. You never wanted to jeopardize that by the rush of emotions you felt. To be honest, you were confessed at first the only reason why you thought of Beomgyu romantically was because he was the first guy to give you validation rather than just attention. He treated you kindly without expecting something in return. Unless you ate his last snack. You thought it was something you'd grow over time.

However, here you two were. You were sitting in the booth, staring at each other. The music, the conversations of people around you faded out. All you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.

The only thing that brought you back to reality was the feeling of his arm wrapping around your shoulders. His free hand resting on the table, but fingertips strategically placed close enough to brush yours. Does he fucking know I like him?

"Because let's be honest here. We both have been trip-toeing around the idea of us. I don't know about you, y/n, but I'm tired. I want to play a different game."

Your head tilted slightly, confused what he could mean by game. Beomgyu honestly was a intriguing man, so you naturally were inclined to learn more.

"I'm tired of competing with other guys to try to get you to see I could be the one for you. I want to be the only one. Why don't you give me a chance to prove it to you, once and for all?" "And you think a blueberry vanilla chai could win me over just like that?"

Now it was Beomgyu's turn to become fluster. His eyes widened as he retreated a bit, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Was he being too presumptious? Did he say too much?

There was the Beomgyu you knew.

Before he could over a rush of apologizes, you giggled. His mouth that was opened quickly closed. Your hand now rested on top of his, squeezing his hands comfortingly.

"There's nothing I would love more, Gyu. Why don't you pick me up for dinner tomorrow night? Something proper because right now, I really don't want to leave our favorite spot."

His arm slightly tightened around you, pulling you in closer. His heart couldn't settle just once as he realized this was actually happening. And that his best friends were actually right for once.

"Sounds like a date," he whispered.

His lips were pressed gently against your forehead, but he quickly pulled back once he heard cheers erupting from the other side of the cafe. His eyes widened as he didn't even have to look over to know what who was behind the interruption.

Yet, you didn't. You raised an eyebrow and glanced over your shoulder, staying close to Beomgyu. His fingers caressed your shoulder, almost as if he was trying to keep himself grounded rather than going over to yell at his four friends.

His four friends who were right all along, and were celebrating their victory by whistling and clapping for the two of you. Which caused everyone else at the cafe to look over in direction.

You blushed again, not expecting all the attention. Your face buried into Beomgyu's neck as you erupting into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at you endearingly.

Thanks, guys. Seriously.