I Am Beyond Soft For This Gyu, My Goodness. Perfect Fluffy Goodness

I am beyond soft for this Gyu, my goodness. Perfect fluffy goodness 🥹

<3 Beomgyu - Forever <3

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trope - best friends to lovers

genres - fluff, humour, light angst, suggestive, eventual smut

word count - 5.3k

a/n - if theres any formatting errors or missing sentences, please inform me!

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beomgyu & readers' playlist

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You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world.

~

You shreiked loudly, trying hard to grab Beomgyu's arms and push them away, but he was too swift. His fingers dug into your waist as he tickled you mercilessly, cackling at the sight of you looking such a mess beneath him.

"G-gyu, get off!" you yelled, gasping for air, but he just ignored you and carried on tormenting you. You habitually moved one arm to cover your mouth - something you often did whilst laughing - but Beomgyu took advantage of this. He knew you were most ticklish under your armpits so he pinned your arm above your head with his right hand and tickled you with his left. You screeched and squirmed underneath him, aimlessly kicking your legs to try and push him away, but he managed to dodge your feet each time.

"I-I'm begging! Stop!"

He decided that he'd been torturing you for long enough, so he respected your pleas, falling on his back next to you ; still giggling at the sight of you as you laid defeated, flushed and exasperated.

"I hate you, stop laughing at me!"  you said, faking annoyance, not being able to help the grin that brightly spread across your face.

"How could I ever stop laughing at you? You're a walking joke." he teased, wearing a silly grin to match yours. You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him, trying to catch your breath. Reaching his arm out to tiredly pat you on the shoulder, Beomgyu tiredly groaned.

"I missed this," he said. You turned your head to look at him again, lazily placing your hand over his.

"Me too."

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

"You can beat me in a tickle fight," you started, before rapidly moving to sit up on your knees, grabbing a random throw pillow in the process. "but you could never beat me in a pillow fight!"

Before he could retaliate, he was met with the thud of a pillow in his face.

~

Summer weekends used to feel all too familiar to you. For the past four years they had practically all been the same ; full of late sunsets, orange mini calippos and the sound of your best friend's laughter. However, this year was kind of different to the last three, as it was the first summer since you and Beomgyu started college. You had both come home, and your parents were away for the week, so you and Beomgyu had the whole week to crash at their house together - the longest you'd spent together in nearly a whole year. Sure, you had been on day trips and had travelled to have sleepovers at eachothers dorms, but nothing like this. And it was long overdue.

Your high school days were rough, but Beomgyu made them more than bearable. You met when you were fourteen, and your connection was always very intense from the start. You met when Beomgyu sat down next to you after he had transferred maths classes ; the only seat that was available was next to you, in the back corner. He sparked up a conversation about the little UFO that you were drawing in the corner of your notebook, and you immediately noticed his friendly aura. It was his warm, bright smile and gentle voice that drew you in, and his loud, chaotic humour that sealed the deal. You had never met someone as outgoing and charming as Beomgyu that accomodated your shyness and cared enough to stick around til you were comfortable enough to be yourself. You weren't sure what you would've done if you never met him, and you didn't like to think about it.

Time after school was mostly either spent at the local arcade or in one of your bedrooms, playfighting and jamming out to music rather than doing your homework. There were a lot of nights where you would sneak out to meet him at your local park. Drinking cans of red bull and sharing jellybeans as you sat on a swingset, holding hands and talking about the future. You often made plans together, saying that one night when you snuck out that you'd just run away. You didn't, of course. You also planned to go to the same college, which didn't happen either, and buy a house together with 3 cats, which also probably wasn't going to happen. It was so funny how wrong you got it. But it was okay. Because he would always still be your Gyu.

You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. You couldn't quite make out what made him so special to you, or what made it feel like he was yours, but you certainly felt it. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world. So when you were seperated for college, it was nothing short of heartbreak for both of you. You were so used to being understood by him that you couldn't really make new friends, so it was lonely. Most of your nights were spent on the phone with him, or scrolling through your old pictures and videos. You weren't sure how to deal with life without him by your side, but you survived until you had this time together again.

So right now, as you were laid with him on on your bed - his head resting on your tummy as you recalled memories from last summer - your heart had no room for pain. The stinging had subsided, and was wholely replaced with the sheer joy of being with him again.

~

Later that night, you and Beomgyu decided to settle down.

Being back in your teenage bedroom still felt strange, even though you had already been in here for hours. You traced your cream textured wallpaper with your fingertips as you stared up at the fairylights that were strung across your wall, noticing how they reflected off the polaroids that were pegged to their wiring, and shimmered against the ridges of the fake plastic vinyls that were stuck to your wall. They had certainly dulled since your last visit,  though, so you noted that you needed to change the battery. You had too many memories and daily routines that were executed in this room for you to not feel out of place upon your return. Sleeping in this bed again was going to feel so strange, and you felt thankful that you would at least have Beomgyu to snuggle into whilst you felt uneasy.

He sat down first, propping some pillows up against the wall before resting against it. You waited for him to get comfy before joining him, then you shuffled over to him. He held his arms out, signifying that he wanted to cuddle with you. So you did.

You draped your legs across his and snuggled into his chest. He let his hand instinctively go find one of yours, intertwining your fingers. His arm supported the weight of your back, curving around your waist so your hands were situated together in your lap. He rested his chin on top of your head, rubbing it back and forth.

Your eyes were drawn towards the silver chain that hung from his neck - it was about 20mm long and had a charm at the end. The charm was half of a love heart with a broken edge, and a matching chain hung around your neck with one that completed the broken heart if you held them together. You had bought them three years ago, and you were honestly surprised the clasps hadn't snapped by now since you both wore them every day. You raised your free hand to fiddle with his necklace, twirling the charm between your fingertips. You traced over the ridges of the jagged shapes, then over the curve of the opposite side, feeling the metal press against your skin. The reflection of the fairy lights glossed over it as you observed its little scratches and indents - they would've once made it gleam, but it's shine had worn off with age. After a short while, you lightly closed your fist around the charm, delicately holding it.

You were thankful that the room was so quiet, because you could hear his heartbeat as clear as day. The thuds in his chest and the way his thumb was tracing circles on the back of your hand was the most soothing combination to you. So you just sat there, completely relaxed, basking in the atmosphere.

"They're perfect for us, aren't they?"

Beomgyu's quiet voice broke the silence, and you lifted your head to look at him, consequently knocking his head out of place.

"Hm?"

"The necklaces. They're perfect for us."

You loved it when he spoke to you like this. When he dropped down all his walls and showed complete vulnerability. No jokes. No sarcasm. No teasing. You knew you were probably the only person that got to see him like this. And it made you feel so special.

"I think they are too. But why?"

"Because you really are like half of my heart. I feel like we share a brain sometimes." he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smiled.

"I feel the same."

"I know you do."

He let go of your hand and moved it to cradle your head, guiding it back to his chest. He placed his chin back on the top of your head and closed his eyes, gently stroking your hair.

And you closed your eyes too, letting your thoughts be pushed aside by sounds of his tiny exhales.

You really did feel like half of your heart was his, and half of his heart was yours. You were two halves of one universe, existing in your own realm that defied any existing laws. Your relationship was quite unique, and may be tricky to understand to other people. But you didn't really want them to understand it, because that's what made it so special.

~

After a short trip into town the next day, you were with Beomgyu on the bus home. It was the same bus you rode home from school every day, so you instinctively walked up the aisle towards where you always used to sit - two rows from the back in the left corner. Like routine, Beomgyu shuffled past you to sit on the inside, then you plopped down beside him. And again, like routine, you leant your head on his shoulder - half burying your face into it as you waited for him to retreive his earphones from his backpack. As you inhaled a sense of relief washed over you, due to the smell of Beomgyu's cardigan masking the musty smell of chemicals from the bus. Strands of his shoulder legnth hair tickled your forehead as you shuffled, trying to get comfortable on the hard seats of the bus. When he passed you an earphone, as you expected, he had your shared playlist pulled up. The Shower by IU began playing ; her airy vocals backed by the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar occupied your right ear, whilst the shaky droning of the engine still lingered in your left.

Once Beomgyu had slid his fingers between yours - consequently finishing your little routine - you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to wander. You reminisced about your once daily bus rides home with him ; falling asleep on eachothers shoulders, using your scarves as makeshift pillows, when it got dark early in winter ; laughing about how sweaty your hands got when you held hands in the summer ; texting eachother rather than having an out-loud conversation when someone you didn't like sat behind you ; fighting eachother over who would take the window seat and Beomgyu always winning the argument ; sharing earphones and singing ABBA songs a little too loudly, and just laughing when someone shushed you, or gave you a disapproving glance.

He raised his elbow slightly, nudging you.

"Hey sleepyhead, look,"

Beomgyu's soft, deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He waited for you to open your eyes before finishing his sentence, then he leaned down a little to whisper to you.

"it's raining."

You raised your head and glanced past him to the window. When you noticed that the windows were dripping with trickles of rain, you flopped back in your seat, sighing.

"Why is it raining in summer? I knew we should've brought an umbrella..." you whined, rolling your eyes. Beomgyu just squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Hey, cheer up. It's only a three minute long walk back to your house from the bus stop, anyway."

You turned to look at him, your expression still pouty. He just smiled at you warmly.

"Wanna have a raindrop race?"

You quickly perked up, excited to indulge in an old habit. You stretched your arm past him, pressing a finger to the cold glass of the window, your fingertip being wetted by condensation.

Your raindrop ended up falling down the window at half the speed of Beomgyu's, and you had to tell him to stop screaming in celebration on a bus full of people.

"I want a rematch!" you huffed, lightly shaking his arm.

"Then why don't we have a real race? We'll get back to your house faster through this rain if we run, anyways."

You were silent for a second, evaluating his offer.

"I'll run, but I'm not racing you." you said. "You're weirdly fast, I'd be accepting defeat simply by agreeing."

He just smirked pridefully in response, before putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you back into his chest.

"Sounds like a plan."

The moment you stepped off the bus, Beomgyu slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed your hand and just ran. You were taken by surprise by his sudden action, but you didn't have any time to think about anything but making sure your legs were working. You were breathless with laughter, stumbling all over the path, and the only thing keeping you from slipping again was the tight grip your best friend had on your hand. He was running faster than you, and laughing louder too, dragging you along. The thuds of your footsteps vibrated from the soles of your shoes all the way through your body, creating loud splashes with every step, and sparking a rush of exhilaration through your body. You knew people would be peeking out of their windows and glaring judgementally as you dashed past their houses, but you felt too euphoric to care. It was just another instance where you felt like it was only two of you in the whole world.

~

"I think this is our best one yet!"

You glanced over at your friend, giggling at his proud exclamation.

For the rest of the afternoon, after you had dried off from the rain, you and Beomgyu had spent nearly two hours crafting a pillow fort. Having to start over three times because of Beomgyu continuosly pushing you over onto the cushions and blankets definitely set you back, but once you convinced him to focus, he did. And it paid off. Honestly, you had to say that you were just as proud of it as him. It was pretty spacious, definitely bigger than any you'd made before. You had buttoned two empty duvet covers together and draped them across the top, and used the quilts you had taken out of them as your floor.

"Yep, I think so."

He gestured for you to get inside, so you did, and he soon followed. Beomgyu crawled over to you as you leant back on a seat cushion that was balanced against the the sofa frame behind you. He curled up on the floor beside you and laid his head in your lap and, as if it was second nature, your hands found themselves running through his hair. Beomgyu sighed at the soothing feeling of your hands circling against his scalp, and your heart warmed when you saw the corners of his lips curl up into a content smile.

He turned his head towards your tummy and nuzzled his nose into your shirt ; you were about to giggle at his cuteness, until you felt him sniffing you.

"What the fuck are you doi-"

"You changed your perfume."

"What?"

"You changed your perfume. What was wrong with the Marc Jacobs perfume I bought you?" he whined.

"I save it for special occasions, you know I do!"

"Is this not a special occasion? We're seeing eachother after the first time in month- OW?!"

He cried out as you flicked him on the top of the head, before looking up at you, scowling. You chuckled in amusement, patting over where you flicked him.

"Got you back for the tickle fight."

"I hate you."

"If you hate me so much, then why is your head in my lap?"

Presumably too embarassed to give a serious answer, he just shoved his face back into your tummy, demanding that you played with his hair again. You laughed at him once more, and complied to his demands. In moments like this you were reminded of why he was your favourite person in the world.

~

A few movies later, the two of you were huddled together in silence, purely enjoying eachothers' company. Suddenly, let out a soft chuckle.

"Remember when we used to say we were gonna run away together?"

You laughed back, remembering how your friendship was a few years ago.

"Oh god, yeah..." you shook your head. "it's so funny to think about now. We were so dramatic."

"Yeah..."

The comfortable silence washed over again, the two of you getting lost in your own thoughts.

You watched Beomgyu's face soften, his eyes glossing over with some sort of emptiness. For once, you couldn't read what he was thinking.

"Sometimes i still think about it, like, what if we ever did..."

He cut himself off with a sigh.

"This is stupid, i'm sorry."

"No Gyu, it's okay, continue. You know I never think anything you say is stupid."

You spoke slowly. He gulped before speaking again, his eyes still not meeting yours.

"I just wonder what our friendship would've turned out like. Or if we went to the same college, too. There's so much time we don't spend together anymore, and I spend most of it wishing we were."

As you listened to his words, your heart sunk. You knew he missed you, but you never knew he felt the exact same way you did.

You watched his face carefully, waiting for him to speak - you saw his lips move, but he seemed zoned out, vacant, as if he wasn't concentrating on what he was about to say.

"I think I love you."

You smiled, a little confused at his sudden statement. You didn't question it, though - 'I love you's were common in your friendship.

"I know you do, and I love you too Gyu."

"No, like, really."

"Wait, what?"

Upon hearing your reaction, a look glossed over his eyes, as if he was pulled back into reality.

"Just ignore me. I'm being weird."

"No you're not, plus, you can't just say that then not say what you mean..." you squeezed his hand in an attempt of reassurance. "explain it to me."

He sighed.

"We're not happy without eachother... does that mean something? I know we always laugh about how people assume we're dating and stuff but like, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Don't hate me, but I think I like you." he sighed again, running a hand through his hair. He was clearly stressed, and the look in his eyes read like he was struggling to articulate his thoughts. He turned his head to look at you.

"What do you think this means for us?"

Embarassment washed over your body, and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"Maybe we do like eachother," you started, not quite knowing how to react. You were still so shocked, almost dazed, and confused by your feelings. It was different for Beomgyu ; he realised so long ago, and he consquently had a lot of time to process his emotions, but you were only realising now. And it was hitting you all at once.

"I mean, I'm not sure,"

"So, you do? You like me too?" he checked, a smile spreading across his face. You nodded silently, your lips tight together.

"I fucking knew it!" he said, pridefully, pointing his index finger towards you. "You do know you can't hide anything from me, right?"

Yeah. That's the problem.

"I know."

Beomgyu's face dropped when he heard your stern tone.

"This is gonna ruin everything... Gyu, I can't lose you."

"You will never lose me, seriously."

You just nodded silently again.

"Not to sound cliché or anything, but I think we should just kiss."

You snorted.

"Seriously?" you inquired, amused at his change in character.

"Don't react like that... let's just do it, okay?"

He shuffled up so he could look right into you eyes. You started at his lips as they parted ; they looked so soft in the dim lighting of your room, and when you looked back up to his eyes, you saw the reflection of the fairylights in them. He pulled you closer by your waist, your torso slightly pressing against his. As he leaned towards you, the situation you were in started to sink in. Your mind began racing. What would be the consquences of this? You couldn't lose him. Not your best friend. He was your everything. You pushed him away, causing him to frown.

"Beomgyu-"

"You want this, right?"

Again, you were reminded that there was no hiding any feelings from Beomgyu. He could read you like a book. You nodded in response, and his face softened again. He hooked two fingers around the chain of your necklace, pulling you closer again.

"Then just let me kiss you."

His lips brushed yours, and your heart started to race.

"Please... I've been waiting for this for so long, please, just let me kiss you..."

The desperation in his voice melted your heart. You knew you liked him, and you trusted him, so you let him. You let him kiss you.

When your lips met, it was like everything fell into place. All of those feelings you didn't understand that were tangled up in your brain were suddenly smoothed out, and the heavy weight that resided in your chest was lifted. You felt as light as air. He was the first to pull away, anxious for your verdict.

"Well?" he asked, his brown eyes studying your face.

"I like you."

~

The next night, the pillow fort was still standing.

The two of you were laid in it on your backs in silence, but rather than the comfortable silence you usually resided in, this one was crushing.

You had completed your day as usual, but everything felt off. You ate your breakfast in silence, rather than dancing around the kitchen together and wiping crumbs from the corners of eachothers mouths. You played games with eachother, but they lacked your usual competitive snarls and enthusiasm. It was just awkward. And you hated it. Your friendship had never been like this, not even in the start. And you so desperately wanted it to stop.

You rolled over to face Beomgyu.

"Gyu, I think we need to talk."

He rolled over too, looking in your eyes.

"About last night, I just-"

Before you could speak, he crashed his lips against yours. You pulled away to speak;

"I'm sorr-"

"Shut up."

He kissed you again.

Your lips moved together like clockwork, as if they were familiar with eachother already, although this was still one of the first time you had kissed. When you broke apart, a string of saliva hung between your lips, keeping you connected. Beomgyu flicked out his tounge to break it, and smirked.

"I want more," you whispered.

"Me too."

You traced your fingertips along the worn cotton of his pyjama bottoms, noticing how the tent in his pants distorted the cream and grey checked pattern. They were the same ones he wore at your first sleepover together, and the same ones he wore when you won against him in twister for the first time. Memories were fleeting through your mind as you ran your fingers across the lines that were imprinted in the fabric, but your train of thought was soon cut off when you heard Beomgyu sigh in pleasure. You smiled, intrigued to discover more habits about the person you thought you knew everything about.

"Can I touch you?" you asked.

"Please, do." he replied, almost in a whisper.

So you did. You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his pants, rolling them down past his hips and over his bare cock.

You were surprised by its legnth, and it was safe to assume that your worries about your inexperience were showing on your face when Beomgyu reached out to stroke your hair.

"Take your time. You know you're safe with me, and that there's no pressure to do anything."

His gentle reminder put your mind at ease, reminding you that this was all for love and fun, and that Beomgyu could never judge you. He never has, and he never will.

When he felt your hand - that was small in comparison to his legnthy dick - wrap around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, he let out a loud groan. You took this as initiative to keep going, and at a faster rate too, excited by the idea that you were pleasing your best friend in a new way. He bucked his hips up into your fist and whimpered, and it took you by surprise. You decided to grip his cock harder to see if it felt better for him, and judging by how his hand flew out to grab your wrist when you did and how he whined, you guessed it did. The way your name fell from his lips in a whiney tone felt addictive to you, and you felt determind to hear how he would sound as he came. You were still weary about how to go about sucking his cock, so you just continued to stroke him instead, stroking him as fast as you could for as long as you could to try and get to his climax faster.

He propped himself up on his elbows, his mouth ajar as he stared up at you in awe.

"What?" you asked, timidly. His face softened, a lustful look washing over his eyes. He kneeled up whilst pulling his shirt over his head, suddenly towering over you, and revealing his soft little tummy and his muscular arms.

"C'mere," he said, placing a hand on your waist. You shuffled towards him on your knees, and he began stroking up and down your side. He leant his forehead against yours, and slid his free hand into your hair.

"gonna make you feel so good. Can I do that? Is that okay?"

You nodded, the tip of your nose brushing against his as you did so. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you properly as if to cradle you, and pulled you in to support your weight with his thigh. He then laid you down, leaning you back slowly against the floor of pillows in the fort.

He kissed you some more, hovering over you, before assisting you with wriggling out of your shorts. Wasting no time because he was sure he knew what you wanted, he waited for you to spread your legs and slid two fingers into you. You moaned at the feeling of your walls stretching around his fingers ; it almost took all of the breath out of you. He slid them in and out slowly and, even though it felt amazing, you so desperately wanted more.

"G-gyu?" you stuttered.

"Hm?"

"D-do it like this-"

You curled your fingers in a come here motion in demonstration, and he copied you.

That was it.

You immediately threw your head back in reaction to the feeling, a noise that you didn't even know you could make escaping your lips. After a few minutes of you whining and squirming, Beomgyu started with some dirty talk.

"Gonna make you cum, okay? Can you do that for me?" he whispered. You felt his hot breath ghost past your neck as he spoke, and you felt like your brain was melting.

"Yeah..." you squeaked out, earning a soft chuckle from your best friend.

"Then do it."

And you did. You came. Harder than you ever thought you could. Your whole body was shaking, it somehow felt so tense but so loose at the same time.

When you looked in Beomgyu's eyes, he looked even more in awe than when you made him cum, almost as if he couldn't work out quite how it happened. He wiped your juices off his arm and hand with his previously discarded shirt, still slightly stunned, whilst waiting for you to calm down from your orgasm. Once he was one he placed a hand on your thigh, gently stroking up and down it.

"You okay?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded in response, looking up at him, and then glancing back down at his erect cock.

"I want more..." you said.

"L-like sex?"

You nodded again.

"But I don't have a condom?" he said, his tone more confused than stating.

"I know, but I trust you..." you replied. He smiled warmly.

"Okay, just as long as you're sure. We don't have to do this."

"I really want to, Gyu. I promise."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before lining up with your entrance.

"It's gonna hurt, okay? But I'll try to be gentle." he reassured.

As he slid into you, that euphoric feeling rushed back. You felt so warm, like your skin was burning from the inside out. Like a thousand little flames were rising in your tummy and Beomgyu was the wind fanning them, helping them spread across your body. You felt so full of him, like you could feel him inside your brain and under your skin - it felt like everything you ever wanted. And you couldn't get enough of it.

~

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was little rays of sunshine peeking through the opening of the pillow fort, and the first thing you heard was Beomgyu's breathing against your neck. He was snuggled into you, holding you tight with his head buried in the crook of your neck. His little breaths were tickling your skin, but you didn't mind. You found them so endearing.

"Hey, Gyu?" you whispered into his hair. "you awake?"

Instead of answering your question with a simple 'yes', he decided to raise his chin up and lick your ear.

"Eurgh," you whined, rolling away from him and wiping your ear with the sleeve of your - or Beomgyu's, rather - hoodie. "I literally hate you." you stated, having to raise your voice to be heard over his deep, groggy laughter.

"Thats not what you were saying last night." he mumbled, cowering in advance from the whack on the arm he already knew was coming to him. After you hit him, he just chuckled, and continued his running habit of hooking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his torso. Your face pressed against the warm skin of his chest, and squished between his skin and yours was his heart locket. The cold press of its metal felt soothing against your heated cheeks, and the comforting sensation of Beomgyu's arms around your waist along with the sound of his steady heartbeat were enough to lull you back into sleep.

You didn't feel out of place in the world when he had you like this ; your love.

Your Gyu.

~

My heart, it is happy. (Also 🥺🥺🥺 at I Wish You Would)

Hiii! So I love your "BTS ships as Taylor Swift songs" edits and I thought I knew a lot of Taylor Swift songs but apparently not, since I only knew a couple of the songs from the edits 😅

I really wanted to find some of the songs I didn't know since they sounded really good 😊 Do you by any chance have a list of the songs you used?

Thank you 💜

P. S. I'll manifesting Ddaeng to be on Proof until we know the track list 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞

hi friend! i actually lost my list i originally made hahah but i have them pretty much memorized atp, here you go!

The Yoongi queen has done it AGAIN.

Hold Me Tight

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Extremely fluffy fluff about Yoongi holding your hand

Word Count: ~500 (drabble)

A/N: I just want Yoongi to hold my hand okay so I wrote this because I am deep in my feels for him and needed a little something to make my heart warm. Plus, this man loves to hold hands like you have seen those GIFs right? Like come ON ❤️

Yoongi always wanted to hold your hand.

There was something so comforting about placing your smaller hand in his, intertwining your fingers snuggly together. He would put both of them in his pocket on a cold day while you walked Holly together or gently drum beats on your palm with his fingertips when he was brainstorming a new track for production.  

There were times when you were sitting next to him amongst his bandmates when you first were together, his arms crossed across his chest, thigh bumping against yours, refusing to hold your hand even though he was desperate to. Sometimes you would catch him, though, his fingers twitching, ready to grab yours when you reached across his body to grab something or were gesticulating with your hands. Lost in his thoughts, his first reaction would be that you wanted him to hold your hand. He would shyly smile when he was caught, your eyes twinkling with mischief at him for being so soft for affection and physical touch, even when he tried to pretend otherwise.

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300 notes, are you kidding me?! Thanks for reading this little fic about a chaotic Gryffindor Quidditch captain who loves a Hufflepuff with purple hair 🥹🥹🥹

Loser=Lover

Pairing: Gryffindor!Beomgyu x Hufflepuff!reader

Words: 2.9k

Warnings/rating: SFW, Hogwarts!AU, Friends/Annoyances to Lovers, Beomgyu is both chaotic and soft, breaking and entering occurs, reader is clumsy, Beomgyu is the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, brief appearance by Slytherin!Yeonjun, reader previously had a humongous crush on Ravenclaw!Taehyun (so that's fun), brief mention of Hufflepuff!Kai, I swear I also love Soobin but he didn't make his way into this fic (whoops)

Author's Note: This takes place in the same universe as my story Chameleon Boy, just several years later after the BTS crew has graduated. Loosely loosely based on Loser=Lover, in the sense that these two didn't get along but Beomgyu always wanted to impress her/liked her. Feedback is always welcome...enjoy!

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“Good game, Violet.” Gryffindor’s shaggy black haired Keeper bumps shoulders with you, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth.

Still euphoric over the unexpected win your team had pulled over Gryffindor, you turn, eyebrows knit in confusion.

He reaches behind you and gently tugs on your ponytail, making you realize...oh. He’s talking about your hair. Freshly dyed purple at the ends, just to change things up for your 6th year. Wait, why does he think it’s okay to tug on your hair?!

“What is this, grade school? Leave my hair alone! And my name’s not Violet,” you huff, swatting his hand away.

He shrugs, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I know. You’ve got a lot of bite for a Hufflepuff, you know? I thought you were supposed to be kind or something…”

“I am kind. To people who don’t pull my hair.”

“Oh, lighten up, Vi. You’re clearly the MVP of the game, go celebrate with your friends. I’ll see you in class.” He bumps shoulders with you again, saluting you as he walks off to join his Gryffindor teammates.

Choi Beomgyu. Star Keeper for Gryffindor, team captain. Potions mastermind (to the chagrin of Slytherin house, which you had to admit you enjoyed). Prankster extraordinaire, second only to the legendary Fred and George Weasley.

You knew each other through Quidditch, though not very well. Usually you’d be the one telling him good game, as Gryffindor blew through the competition on the way to the Quidditch Cup. You supposed it was nice that he came over and told you good game...it was a good game. You’d made several spectacular saves that had cleared the way for Kai, Hufflepuff’s Seeker, to catch the Snitch early in the game.

But that didn’t explain why he felt the need to give you a nickname and pull on your hair. He was cute, and could get away with a lot, but this was too much. If he tried to say something else in class, you’d give him a piece of your mind.

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“Your Pygmy Puff matches you...maybe I should call you Puff instead of Violet, huh? Since you’re in Hufflepuff too and all.” Beomgyu sidles up to you, peering over your shoulder at the purple creature cupped in your hands. You can feel your eye twitching as you turn to glare at him.

“Do not call me Puff,” you hiss under your breath, quiet enough so you won’t draw your professor’s attention.

“Violet it is, then!” His eyes sparkle with laughter, and he’s clearly working very hard to contain himself from bursting with glee.

You let out a loud hmph, and turn away from the boy next to you. This does nothing to deter him, as he simply follows you so you’re making eye contact again.

“What do you want, Beomgyu? Is there a specific reason you’ve chosen to torment me, or did you just randomly choose someone when you rolled out of bed this morning?” You nod towards his mop of hair that is messier than usual. He hurriedly runs his hands through his hair, which does nothing except make it worse. You can’t help but laugh, which makes his own grin grow wider.

“Can’t I just spend time with my favorite Hufflepuff Keeper? C’mon, don’t be mean, Violet…”

You scoff. “We barely know each other, Choi. Quidditch is the only time we ever interact.” He rolls his eyes at your statement.

“I know that, that’s why I said you’re my favorite Hufflepuff Keeper, not my favorite Hufflepuff. You’ve got to work to earn that title.” He winks obnoxiously at you.

“Don’t get too cocky, you’re no Kill ‘Em Kim,” you reply, referencing Gryffindor’s captain that graduated two years prior.

“You think you’re so smart, but guess what? I know that too, Vi…I've got my own charms, I don’t need to copy Seokjin.”

“And what are those? Your hyena laugh and your need to piss off every Slytherin with your pranks?”

“So I am charming to you, then. Good to know,” Beomgyu cackles (like a hyena, as you pointed out). “Speaking of those pranks you mentioned, it’s been a while...wanna help me with my next one? Come with me to Hogsmeade and we’ll go to Zonko’s. I’ll show you just how smart I really am.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you so interested in hanging out with me?”

“I’m interested, because you’re interesting, get with the program. You dyed your hair, you must have known it would draw attention to you. So here I am, drawn in by the siren call of your purple strands. Don’t leave me to crash on the rocks, Violet...I’m just asking to go to Hogsmeade.”

There’s several beats of silence as you stare at Beomgyu. He doesn’t get uncomfortable, doesn’t look away. He just holds eye contact with you as if you’ve known each other for years.

“...fine.”

He whoops with delight, drawing an irritated stare from your professor. Beomgyu at least has the sense to duck his head at this, suddenly very interested in the Pygmy Puff in your hands, pink dusting his cheeks.

You can’t help the smile that fights its way onto your face at his reaction, and he catches it, looking awfully pleased with himself.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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A few days later, you’re trudging up the path to Hogsmeade with Beomgyu by your side. The two of you are trailing behind your best friend Evelyn and her nemesis-turned-possible-love-interest, Yeonjun.

“Five galleons on them dating by Christmas,” Beomgyu suddenly whispers in your ear, the sensation sending visible shivers down your spine. “Are you okay? Here, take this, I didn’t think it would be that cold today.” You suddenly are enveloped by a gold and maroon striped cardigan, the boy walking alongside you giving you a lopsided grin as he sees you relax into its warmth.

“...thanks,” you mutter quickly, too embarrassed to tell him you’re not shivering from the cold. You look ahead to see Yeonjun elbowing your friend in the side while laughing aloud. “I think you’re right about those two...she always acts like he annoys her, but I think she secretly enjoys the attention,” you gently poke fun at your friend.

“Junnie’s a good guy. Annoying sometimes, but he can’t help it, he’s a Slytherin.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“How do you know Yeonjun? This is my first time meeting him in person, even though she talks about him all the time.”

Beomgyu leans in conspiratorially. “Well, funny you should ask, Violet...Yeonjun was the victim of my very first Hogwarts prank. It wasn’t as good as the ones I do now, but I did manage to turn his eyebrows pink.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Your first prank was on a Slytherin who’s older than you?”

“What can I say, I live life dangerously.” His eyes sparkle with laughter as his hand brushes yours as you walk side by side. Before you can reply, he’s grabbed your hand and is dragging you forward, breaking into a run as Hogsmeade comes into view.

“See ya later, losers!” He cackles as the two of you sprint past Yeonjun and Evelyn, heading straight for the entrance of Zonko’s.

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An hour later, the two of you emerge from Zonko’s surprisingly empty-handed. You had convinced Beomgyu that pranking the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team was, in fact, a bad idea. He had whined at you continuously for being ‘too serious’ and ‘mean’, but you had stood your ground, promising to buy him a Butterbeer for his troubles.

“You just don’t want me pranking Taehyun...don’t think I don’t notice the way you look at him.” Beomgyu glares at you, bottom lip jutting into a pout.

You match his glare even while you feel the heat emanating from your cheeks. “I had a crush on Taehyun when I was like, 14!” you sputter.

“You didn’t even go with him to the Yule Ball that year, can’t have been that significant,” he shrugs.

The heat on your cheeks is now spreading through the rest of your body. “If you must know, I didn’t go with anyone to the Yule Ball because no one asked me.”

Beomgyu’s glare softens as he glances over at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I would’ve asked you if I’d known you back then.”

“No, you wouldn’t have. We were both on our respective Quidditch teams by then, and you knew me. You went with that French girl, the 6th year? Beauxbatons champion?” you scoff.

“But I didn’t really know you...I just kind of knew of you. We hadn’t had a class together or anything…” he trails off quietly.

You can’t stop the snort of derision that comes flying out of your mouth. “Gyu, stop. I don’t need your pity, or anything else...now that you know me, would you really ask me to anything like the Yule Ball?”

“...yes?” Beomgyu’s eyes widen as he raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me why.”

“You’re cool, good at Quidditch, smart, way smarter than me. Funny. And you’re pretty, obviously.” He ticks off each adjective on his fingers, no trace of humor on his face.

You narrow your eyes, and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“What?! I’m just telling the truth!” he exclaims.

“...you are, aren’t you? You just...say what you think, all the time.” You stare in disbelief at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah? Why would I not? Sure, some people think I’m stupid, or brash, or whatever else. But the people who are important know me for who I really am. People like you.” Beomgyu elbows you playfully before locking hands with you, dragging you to the opposite end of Hogsmeade.

You’d deny it to anyone who asked, but you can’t help your stomach doing a flip as he intertwines his fingers with yours, a grin working its way onto your face.

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Your grin leaves your face as you stumble into Beomgyu, who has suddenly stopped in front of a large, derelict house. The air feels stale around you, and the hustle and bustle of the village has been left behind.

“W-what is this place?” you squeak out.

“The Shrieking Shack...it’s supposed to be haunted. Voldemort used it as headquarters during The Battle of Hogwarts, and it’s where Severus Snape was killed,” Beomgyu breathes reverently.

Your hand is on Beomgyu’s arm in a vice grip, your knuckles turning white. “So why are we here?”

“We’re going inside, I wanna see what it’s like. It’s gotta be so cool!” The shaggy haired boy beside you looks genuinely excited, no trace of nerves. He walks toward a boarded up window, you following closely behind. He starts poking around the edges of the window, pulling gently at the boards at first, then with more force. Suddenly, there’s a large crack as one of the boards splinters in half, leaving a small opening behind.

“After you, Violet,” Beomgyu smiles at you, his hands cupped together to give you a boost up to crawl through. You swallow thickly before stepping into his grip, grabbing onto the opening and squeezing your way through, tumbling onto a dusty landing. You cough as the dust settles around you, Beomgyu calling up to you to make sure you’re okay.

“I’m fine...it’s just dusty!” you call back, scrambling to your feet. All of a sudden, there’s a loud noise from outside...as you try to peer out of the opening you just came through, you find yourself nose to nose with Beomgyu, whose head is hanging through the hole in the window.

“I took a running start, jumped and climbed up,” he huffs, his breath fanning out over your face from how close he is. You back away hastily, but stay close enough to offer him your hand to help him through the hole that’s too small for his lanky body. He shoves his hand into yours, and you pull while he attempts to leverage his long legs to his advantage. It feels like you’re playing tug of war with each other for a few minutes, until you’re falling backwards onto the floor in a mess of limbs.

Beomgyu’s long hair is falling into your eyes, he’s elbowing you in the side and your legs are awkwardly tangled together. As he pulls himself up onto his elbows, you find yourself gazing up into his eyes. The two of you freeze momentarily, not speaking and just staring at each other. Suddenly, he unfreezes himself, only to land a quick kiss on your cheek. He then offers you his hand as he scrambles off the floor, which you take, only to crash into his chest as he pulls you up. He grabs your arms to steady you, catching your gaze once again. Have his eyes always been this pretty?

A laugh makes its way past your lips, which leads Beomgyu to let out his signature cackle as well. “Let’s explore!” he exclaims, barreling off towards the staircase to the second floor. You follow closely behind, staircase creaking under your combined weight. The two of you peer through each doorway, nothing particular of note to see. Lots of dusty furniture, boarded up windows with streams of sunlight fighting their way through, and a general eerie vibe throughout the house. Deciding there’s nothing of note, Beomgyu begins to descend the stairs with you trailing behind. Just as you’re about to reach the bottom, your foot falls through a step, the rotted wood giving out underneath you. You windmill your arms, trying to keep your balance but to no avail. You fall headlong into Beomgyu’s waiting arms in what feels like slow motion. He had turned when the step broke, and prepared himself for the inevitable disaster that was to follow.

You look up at him, his arms tucked underneath yours, hoisting you back onto your feet. “You’re really falling for me today, aren’t you, Vi?” he smirks, helping you dust yourself off.

“You wish,” you snap, embarrassed in more than one way.

“Maybe I do.” He shrugs, giving you a smirk before heading towards the front door. “But right now, I think you owe me a Butterbeer?”

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You stride over to your table, two mugs of frothy Butterbeer in tow. You slide one over to Beomgyu, who’s sitting across from you. He raises the glass towards you and then takes a large gulp. As he places it down on the table again, he’s left with a mustache made of foam.

You laugh at how goofy he looks, shaking your head at him. He raises an eyebrow questioningly at you, and in reply you lean over the table, swiping your thumb slowly over his upper lip, removing the offending foam. His eyes go wide, looking more shocked the longer your hand stays touching his face. As you go to sit back down, he catches your hand in his and holds it across the table. It’s your turn for your eyes to go wide.

“What are you doing?” you murmur.

Expecting a brash, confident answer, you’re shocked when the boy across from you matches your tone-quiet, unsure, and nervous.

“...I just wanted to hold your hand.” Beomgyu looks up at you shyly through his shaggy hair, a small smile gracing his features. You give his hand a small squeeze in reply, lifting your Butterbeer to your mouth to hide the smile threatening to take over your whole face.

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The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon hand in hand, exploring the shops in Hogsmeade. You make sure to steer clear of the Shrieking Shack, and any of the other old, possibly haunted buildings in town.

As the sun starts setting, you begin the journey back to Hogwarts, one hand filled with bags of candy from Honeydukes, the other intertwined with Beomgyu’s. Just as the castle is coming into view, you suddenly trip over a tree root in the path, losing your balance. Your bags go flying to the ground, your grip on Beomgyu lost as you flail helplessly, trying to keep yourself upright-but to no avail. The ground is swiftly approaching, and just as you squeeze your eyes shut...you stop.

You carefully open your eyes, and see the path several inches from your face. Turning your head, you see that Beomgyu has also dropped his bags, and both his arms are wrapped around your midsection, keeping you from hitting the ground. He gently squeezes you as he pulls you upright, concern etched across his face.

“Violet, are you okay?” He looks you over, checking for any injuries.

You can’t help the grin this time, and there’s no Butterbeer to hide behind. Before you can think too hard about it, you push upwards on your tiptoes and land a quick kiss on Beomgyu’s lips. You can feel your cheeks flaming, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care too much.

“Just falling for you, Gyu. That’s all.”

Your reply paired with the kiss leaves a dopey smile on the boy in front of you’s face. He recovers after a few minutes of shock, leaning in close to you and surprising you with another kiss. This one’s a little longer, his mouth molding to yours and applying insistent pressure that leaves you slightly lightheaded. As Beomgyu leans back, he gives you a smirk matched with one of his signature cackling laughs.

“I knew it.”

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