Just What I Needed To Read In The Middle Of One Of My Busiest Work Weeks Of The Year.
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fiancé!yeonjun x reader | comfort | 0.388k words | no tw

The rain pelts down mercilessly tonight.
Utter defeat weighs you down on the mattress as you crawl into the space between his arms and the blanket he had draped over his torso, ready to pull it up for you to nuzzle under as you safely melt into him. The kind man youâd grown accustomed to calling your fiancĂ© already has soft words of comfort prepared to greet you with, muttering small, and yet so meaningful reassurances.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Yeonjun presses a chaste kiss on your temple, waiting for your response, which eventually comes in the form of a tired no. Much too worn down, you donât have the will left in you to talk anymore for the rest of the night. He understands, wordlessly humming a small tune accompanying the sound of the storm brewing outside.
As you fiddle with the gold ring around his slim finger under the cover, you adjust your position to hide your face under his chin, breathing in his familiar scent. Hearing his almost inaudible chuckles brings a long awaited smile on your face, lips curling to express your content. An indescribable joy fills Yeonjunâs body when he feels the brush of your lips against his skin.
âYou did well today.â He smoothes his palm over your back in a steady rhythm, peaceful in contrast to the thunder booming. You are here in his arms, a hand pressed on your loverâs chest to feel the relaxed beats of his heart as you slowly drift into a well-deserved sleep, the worries and doubts fading away into the back of your mind when you hear him say those four words that mean more to you than anyone else other than him could imagine.
Once he notice how your breath has slowed down, he clasps his hand around yours, heart overflowing with adoration as he feels the cool touch of the metal on your ring finger, once again reminded how youâre right there, safe and sound in his tender holdâ hopefully, for the rest of your lives. You and him against the rest of the world, together until the very lovely end.
The rain pelts down mercilessly tonight, but once again you are at ease, here in your own little safe haven. Away from the worries and away from the doubts.

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Ugh, my BEOMGYU LOVING HEART đ„čđ„čđ„č




( 8:55PM ) looking at you makes choi beomgyu feel stupid.
itâs not your fault. really. though, beomgyu supposes it depends on his mood for the day. some days he likes to teasingly blame you for making him feel like this (itâs true, itâs just not really considered âblameâ), and some days he likes to keep quiet and simply stare at youâ
âat how pretty you are.
because you are so, so pretty that it makes beomgyu feel so, so stupid.
itâs baffling, really, how he gets obsessed over the smallest details of you. the smallest things about the person he is convinced he is in love with. you, sitting across him in an almost empty diner contrasting the bustling metropolitan city itâs located it. how you look while examining your fingernails, or drumming them against the tabletop as you wait for your meal to arrive. the curve of your neck when you stretch and pop your joints. the slip of your spine. the colour of your lips and the shape of your mouth as you yawn. the colour of your irises when the light outside the window hits it just right.
how wonderful, beomgyu thinks, how enchanting.
heâs so smitten with youâ with the way you pour too much creamer in your coffee by accident and wrinkle your nose when you taste the too-sweet drink. even in the way you look at him and catch him staring, and the wrinkle of your nose becomes strangely fond as you question him.
âwhy are you staring at me like that?â
because i love you, beomgyu thinks. all tangled heat and longing, there is nothing more that he would like to do than build a universe where the two of you never get out of bed, where you simply lay tangled in the bedsheets and each other and beomgyu can catch your laughter from the morning air and weave it into the songs that he loves to sing for you. i love you. he thinks he can say it, that heâs brave enough to admit it, but he takes too long and the moment passes and the next best thing he can do is to take the straw wrapper by his drink and ball it up to flick it at your face. he watches as your expression contorts into one of confusion and annoyance, and he grins as he says the closest thing to an i love you.
âyouâre a nerd.â
and, unsurprisingly, it works. there is no i love you, too, but thereâs that split moment of silence before the diner is filled with the sound of your laughter and all beomgyu can see is the smile that brightens your features and his life. you laugh, and beomgyu thinks to himself that he never wants to live a day without that laugh, without your smileâ without you.
he thinks that maybe, perhaps, if youâd let him, he would have all the time in the world to tell you the things he couldnât say this morning.

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THE MONSTER BESIDE ME (a TXT halloween writing collab) !!

â⊠not all monsters look like monsters. There are some that carry their monstrosity inside.â â Fredrik Backman

đ„š welcome to âthe monster beside meâ a halloween and fantasy-themed collab hosted by me, @/decembermoonskz (i wanna say a quick thank you to @petrichor-han for talking and brainstorming this idea with me! love you rain!)
theme !! from spoopy fluff to scary horror, let your mind run wild as you pick a supernatural AU and create a story that gets you in the spirit of the spooky season! >:)
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This Love

Pairing: Beomgyu x reader with a tiny bit of Taehyun x reader
Genre: Fluff, a little angst, Regency!AU
Tropes: Childhood friends to enemies to lovers, miscommunication, slight love triangle
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings: SFW, mentions of blood
Synopsis: Once upon a time, you were in love with Choi Beomgyu...but that was before you grew up, he left, he changed, and now you want nothing to do with him. So why is it that you can't seem to escape him, even when another man is courting you?
Author's Note: This is a part of A Season of Refreshments and Courtship collab! Other fics will be posted throughout the month, so be sure to check those out. This story was heavily inspired by This Love by Taylor Swift...obsessed!
âYou truly donât know how horrid you are, do you?â Your eyes narrow as you tilt your head upwards, looking at the man across from you directly in the eyes.
His eyes sparkle playfully as he steps closer, hand outstretched to take your own in his palm.
âPlease, enlighten meâŠnothing would make my heart more glad than for you to regale me with your opinions on my upstanding character.â
You let out a huff in response, gripping his hand tighter than necessary as you take light steps around his lanky figure.
âFirstly, you cannot hardly go more than a moment without mentioning your skill at fencing-an admirable skill in a normal person, but must you drone on and on at length? Secondly, you refuse to take your role as your fatherâs heir seriously.â At this, the gentleman across from you opens his mouth to refute your claim, but you barrel on.Â
âMost importantly, you are a rakeâŠdonât think I havenât heard about your exploits via Yeonjun,â you hiss, glancing over your shoulder at your older brother before bringing your gaze back to the man youâre dancing with.
âAh yes, yours truly, the most devious rake of the ton. That must be why your mother invited me to the opera with your family tomorrow night?â A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sees you try to hide your look of dismay. âSomething about trying to get you married off soonâŠseems Iâm one of the most eligible bachelors of the season. A far cry from a rake, Iâd say.â
Marrying Choi BeomgyuâŠwhat on earth was your mother thinking? Did she want you to be miserable for all of your days?
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âIs it true? Mother wants to marry me off?â Youâve cornered Yeonjun the next morning after breakfast.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact.
âSurely you canât be that surprised? You are of a marriageable age, sister.â
âYesâŠbut isnât your engagement enough to be getting on with? Why worry about me?â You pace across the room, and Yeonjun brings his gaze up to follow your movements.Â
âSheâs occupied somewhat with my engagement, but you know better than anyone that she wants to make sure youâre taken care of. Itâs different for a woman, you know that. Iâm expected to be the head of the household nowâŠshe just wants to make sure you have someone that can provide for you.â
â...I can provide for myself,â you seethe, collecting the plates and silverware from breakfast and bringing them to the sink.
Yeonjun sighs. âI know you can, but I also know that Mother wonât rest until she finds a suitable match for you.â
âA suitable match being Choi Beomgyu?â You glare at your brother, daring him to affirm your statement.Â
âW-what?!â He splutters incredulously as you let out a small laugh at his expression.
âAccording to Beomgyu himself, heâs been invited to attend the opera with us tonight. Because Mother thinks he may be a good match for me.â You roll your eyes in a most unladylike fashion, but at this juncture, who is around to care?
âJust because the two of you used to be childhood friends doesnât mean youâd be a good match now. I suppose I did catch the two of you kissing in the garden once when you were thirteen thoughâŠâ Yeonjun raises an eyebrow at you while letting out a laugh.
âWe were CHILDREN, I didnât know any better. I didnât think heâd turn out soâŠsoâŠimmature and ridiculous!â
âHe is rich, though. And handsome.âÂ
Itâs your turn to raise an eyebrow.
âWhat? Iâm just stating facts. The rich part is probably what Motherâs interested in though. That and the fact that our families have been friends for goodness knows how long. If you donât want to marry him, youâd better find someone else suitable to go in his placeâŠand fast.â
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Turns out that âsomeoneâ Yeonjun mentioned wasnât so hard to find.
âIâd like for all of you to meet Kang Taehyun, one of my best friends from our boarding school daysâŠheâs fresh from his Grand Tour of the continent!â Beomgyu waves his arm with a flourish, stepping to the side to reveal a handsome blond gentleman with sharp features and wide eyes standing behind him.
âThe pleasure is all mine, I can assure you.â Taehyun lowers his head in a bow to the group, which consists of your parents, Yeonjun, his fiancee Eliza, and yourself. His gaze lingers on you a beat longer than the others, which doesnât go unnoticed by either you or your mother. As you take your seats, Taehyun makes it a point to sit to your right, and Beomgyu sits on your left.Â
You sit in silence through act one of the opera, entranced by the talent of the performers on stage. As though a cue was given to the both of them, the two men to either side of you lean towards you.
âItâs rather boring, donât you think?â Beomgyu whispers rather loudly while sending you a smirk.
âTheyâre so talented, donât you think?â is Taehyunâs counter, smiling gently at you with sparkling eyes.
You smooth your skirts as you adjust in your chair to be facing more towards Taehyun, ignoring Beomgyuâs comment completely, which causes him to immediately begin sulking in his seat.
As you chat with the newcomer throughout the remainder of the performance, you discover that Taehyun just arrived from Rome, where he had been studying art.
âIâve returned with so many paintings, I simply couldnât bear to only have a few. Iâd love to show you them, if your ladyship would be interested, of course.â
You canât help the grin that makes its way across your face at his request.
âI would be delighted, Taehyun. In return, I can show you some of my work-I write in my spare time, and I hope to become a published author one day.âÂ
At this admission, Taehyunâs eyes grow wide and he eagerly nods in interest.
âSurely you canât be serious?â Beomgyu scoffs from behind you. You turn to look at him, and confusion clouds Taehyunâs face.
âSurely I canât be serious about what?â you counter, daring him to make a scene in public.
âYouâve just met the man, and youâre offering to show him your writing because he wants to show off the paintings he bought while he was in Italy? Doesnât seem quite a fair trade-off to me.âÂ
âJust because you lost interest in my writings years ago, doesnât mean no one else wants to read them, Beomgyu. Some of us want to actually make something of ourselves, and have an impact on the world. Donât you think there must be more to life than gambling, fencing, and breaking womenâs hearts?â
Hurt races across Beomgyuâs face for two seconds before he schools his face back into neutrality. Before he has the chance to reply, youâve turned back towards Taehyun.
âNow, what were we discussing?â
The gentleman in front of you shakes his head, taken aback by the exchange he had just witnessed. âJustâŠjust your writings. I must say, Miss Y/L/N, that was rather forward of you just now with Beomgyu. Are you always this forthcoming with your opinions?â
You raise an eyebrow, unsure of whether youâre being judged or not.
âYes, I tend to speak my mind more often than not. Why do you ask?â
Taehyun reaches for your gloved hand, bringing it to his lips and looking up at you.
âWomen with wit tend to make life more interesting, thatâs all.âÂ
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The next morning, you awake to your mother opening the curtains in your room, sunlight streaming onto your face.
âGet up, you have to get ready!â
âFor what?â you grumble, pulling the covers towards your head to block out the light. This does nothing to deter your mother, who simply pulls the covers completely off the bed, leaving you no choice but to get up.
âMorning calls, of course! Youâve already received flowers from Beomgyu today, which is very kind of him.â Your mom smiles warmly, which you canât help but roll your eyes at.
âY/N, donât be so unbearable! Beomgyu has been nothing but nice to you for years, and you used to be such good friends when you were smallâŠwhat happened? His mother and I always imagined the two of you would be betrothed!â
âDonât remind me,â you groan, your motherâs smile faltering as she goes to leave. She is quick to replace it with a smug look as she turns back to you in the doorway.Â
âYouâve also received a lovely bouquet from Mr. Kang, if thatâs of any interest. Youâll need to be ready to receive both of them in the foyer in an hour, so make haste.â And with that, sheâs gone.
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An hour later, youâre nervously scuffing your foot against the floorboards awaiting the arrival of your two potential suitorsâŠthe thought alone makes you want to turn and run far, far away.
Choi Beomgyu, your childhood best friend. A long time ago, you would have jumped at the chance to marry him. He made you laugh, he was sweet, and he believed in all of your dreams, no matter how lofty they were. He was quick to see the best in situations, treated your family well, and yesâŠhe was handsome, and had frustratingly only gotten more so as heâd grown older.Â
But that was before everything changed. Heâd gone away to boarding school at fourteen, the only communication between the two of you letters. The letters eventually stopped after a couple of years. You supposed youâd just grown apart, a natural side effect of growing upâŠbut then you heard the rumors about his gambling. Womanizing. When he returned, any interactions with you seemed like he was only trying to get under your skin for the fun of it. He wasnât the Beomgyu you had been enamored by as a young girl, and it both angered you and made you feel like there was a small hole in your heart. It was unfair-you had remained the same, and heâd become a worse version of himself.
On the other hand, there was Kang Taehyun. Though wary of the fact that he was friends with Beomgyu, you could tell from your interactions at the opera that they were not the same type of person. Taehyun shared a lot of your interests, wasnât threatened by the fact that you had ambition or opinions, and seemed to even enjoy the fact that you were more than willing to put Beomgyu in his place when needed. He too was handsome, though in a different way than Beomgyu was. You were somewhat surprised that he had made his intentions clear this early on-was he someone that you could see yourself marrying? You had just about given up on the idea of a love match, believing that a marriage of convenience was the best you could hope for. And as far as convenience went, Taehyun didnât seem too bad of an optionâŠhe couldnât be any worse than Beomgyu, after all.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, and the entrance of both men in question. No sooner than the obligatory pleasantries had passed, Beomgyu was stepping forward, asking you to take a walk through the garden.Â
âActually, I would rather-â Your sentence is cut off by a quick nudge of your motherâs elbow to your ribs, as she gives you a look.
âIâd love to,â you manage to spit out without looking completely disgusted, threading your arm through his when he offers it.
As you walk into the bright sunlight, there is silence for a few moments until Beomgyu breaks it, speaking slightly too loud at first and then adjusting his tone.
âLovely weather weâre having.â
âYes, I suppose it is rather pleasant. Company withstanding, of course.â
âI cannot be that bad, Y/N. Iâve had many glowing reviews from other ladies who have spent afternoons in my company.â Beomgyu grins at you, and you remain stone faced. âWhat?â
âWhy, pray tell, do you think I want to hear about all the time you have spent with other eligible women? Isnât that the last subject you should be broaching with someone you seem hellbent on marrying whether she is interested or not?â Your voice is getting louder with each sentence, face flushing due to both your emotions and the heat of the day.
âI was only jesting, I didnât mean-â Beomgyu starts, eyes wide with shock.
âYou never do mean much, do you? Itâs rather bigheaded of you to think you can just come waltzing back into my life without so much a care in the world, assuming youâll be able to swoop in and marry me!â Youâre surprised to find tears swimming in your eyes, which you quickly brush away.
Beomgyu steps forward tentatively, reaching towards your hand, but you snatch it back out of his reach. He falters, rubbing the back of his neck and not quite able to look you in the eyes.
âOnce upon a time, you said you wanted to marry meâŠâ
âYes, Beomgyu, when we were kids and I didnât know any better. Before I knew what I wanted.â
He looks up, brown eyes searching yours, like he might find a secret youâve been keeping all these years. âAnd whatâs that?â
Just then, Taehyun strides up the path, calling out to you. You wipe the last tear away from your face, and school your features into a smile before you turn away from Beomgyu.
âTaehyun! How nice to see you again.â
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Like your walk with Beomgyu, your walk with Taehyun through the garden starts in silence, the two of you admiring the bright blooms that adorn each side of the path.
Taehyun eventually clears his throat and turns to you, bright eyed but seeming slightly timid.
âMiss Y/L/NâŠforgive me if this is too personal a question, but are you alright? It seemed like your conversation with Mr. Choi was getting rather heated, and I never like to see a lady upset.â
You let out a small sigh and gaze into Taehyunâs eyes, trying to decide whether to be honest. His earnestness sways you-you may be marrying him after all, so whatâs the harm in telling the truth?
âI amâŠalright. Itâs just, Beomgyu and I have a lot of history, weâve known each other since we were children. He knows all the ways to get under my skin, and chooses to use that to torment me endlesslyâŠyet now he believes that he should have the privilege of being my betrothed, when none of his actions or words seem to line up if thatâs the goal he has in mind.â
Taehyun is quiet as he ponders over what youâve said, guiding you towards the center of the garden.
âHe talks about you a lot, you know.â
You glance up, eyes wide in surprise and Taehyun chuckles.
âItâs true. When I first met Beomgyu at boarding school, he had a hard time making friends. And the friends he did make, he was always talking about you. Days when heâd receive letters from you, you couldnât dampen his mood no matter how hard you tried. He cares for you a great deal even now, even if heâs too bullheaded to show it properly.â
Taehyun pauses now and faces toward you. âThe question is, how do you feel about him?âÂ
Itâs only then that you notice where the two of you have stopped-the dead center of the garden, in front of the willow tree where Yeonjun had caught Beomgyu kissing you on the cheek all those years ago. You had been beyond embarrassed that your older brother had caught the two of you, but Beomgyu had only beamed while flushing a deep scarlet. âAre you planning on marrying my sister, hmm?â Yeonjun had laughed. You had run away before you could be embarrassed any further.
Youâre shaken back to the present by Taehyun repeating his question to you.
âWhen I was a foolish little girl, I entertained the notion of marrying Beomgyu when I was older. He changed when he went away to boarding school, and that is that. I am much more interested in pursuing other avenues to marriageâŠnamely you, if you will have me, that is.âÂ
You have the sense to at least look away from Taehyun as you say this, knowing it was potentially crossing the line, even for you who was used to saying whatever came to mind.Â
Taehyunâs laughter rings out across the garden, and when you look up, his eyes are sparkling with mirth. âWell, when you put it that way, how could I refuse? You surely do know how to keep a man on his toes. Shall I declare my intentions then?â
A light flush dusts your cheeks, pleased that he is interested in marriage and at the fact that this will free you from Beomgyuâs efforts once and for all.
âI will have my mother arrange a picnic, and we shall be the talk of the ton.â
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Your mother is only too eager to prepare an extravagant picnic once you tell her about Taehyunâs intentions to declare an engagement.
âI knew you two would be a good match! Heâs so kind, and he comes from a good family. Youâll be well taken care of!âÂ
You canât help but roll your eyes good-naturedly, but her excitement is contagious and you find yourself looking forward to the picnicâŠand dare you say it, your impending engagement. Taehyun is pleasant company, and maybe, just maybe-eventually you may grow to love him. That thought alone causes faint butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
The day of the picnic arrives, sunny and warm. You put on a brand new dress your mother had gifted you, a soft lavender, and once you step outside, you see that company has already started to arrive.Â
There are multiple tents set up with food and drink, croquet is set out on the lawn, and people are milling about chatting with each other. Movement in your periphery draws your attention, and as you turn, you see Beomgyu approaching you. You give a polite curtsy as he inclines his head toward you.Â
âYou lookâŠâ He seems at a loss for words.
â...yes?â
âYou look beautiful.â There is no trace of humor in his voice, and his eyes glow with warmth as he holds eye contact a beat more than is proper.
âShe always does, doesnât she?â Taehyun appears on your other side, offering you his arm which you gladly take. âCatch up with you later?â He offers to Beomgyu, leading you away to make the obligatory social rounds as one of the hostesses of the event.
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The picnic is a rousing success-that is, until thereâs a commotion over at one of the tents. You head that way, curious what is causing such a disturbance. You maneuver through the gathered crowd, only to see Beomgyu and Taehyun at the center.
âA fencing match, for old timeâs sake?âÂ
Of course Beomgyu is trying to cause chaos in the middle of what is supposed to be your engagement announcementâŠbecause why not?
âIf youâre willing to be embarrassed and lose in front of everyone, absolutely.â
Your head whips around to look at Taehyun, surprised to see him take the bait. Heâs smiling coolly, confident in his abilities. Meanwhile Beomgyu has a wild glint to his eyes-you know heâs competitive, but thereâs something else there you canât quite place.
The two men march away from the tent to an open space, and Yeonjun appears with two fencing sabres seemingly out of nowhere. Taehyun and Beomgyu each remove their jackets and take up the proper stance.
âEn garde!â Beomgyu shouts, and the impromptu match begins. It goes on for longer than you think, and surprisingly all the bragging Beomgyu had done about his fencing skills werenât just for show. Heâs keeping up with Taehyun, and occasionally getting a few jabs in.
Your mother gives a loud and obvious âtskâ, and as you turn to look at her, Beomgyuâs voice rings out across the yard, almost a growl and deeper than his normal baritone.
Your gaze flies to the source of the sound, and you can see Beomgyu clutching at his shoulder, a bright red blooming under the stark white of his shirt.
Taehyun steps forward, forehead scrunched in concern, reaching out to examine the wound, but before he can reach the man in front of him, youâve beaten him to it.
You donât recall how you got from the tent youâd been standing under to Beomgyu, and you donât particularly care. Up close, you can tell that heâs lost a decent amount of blood, and as you look up your eyes lock. Heâs clearly shocked that youâre standing in front of him, his breath tickling the stray hairs that have fallen across your forehead in the heat of the day.
âMiss Y/L/NâŠâ he murmurs. âIâll be fine, I just need to wash up.â
Without saying a word, you grab his hand not attached to his wounded shoulder, leading him up to the house while the crowd watches on, flabbergasted. As the two of you move away, whispers start flying.Â
You pay them no mind, marching Beomgyu through the front door and into the bathroom. You force him to sit, rolling up his sleeve just past his elbow. Though the shirt is loose-fitting, you canât get it to roll up any further.Â
âIâmâŠjustâŠtryingâŠto see!â you exclaim, watching the sleeve get caught on Beomgyuâs bicep yet again.
âHere, let me.â He gently pushes your hand out of the way, and using his uninjured arm, balls up the fabric and pulls harshlyâŠso harshly, thereâs a loud ripping noise as his left sleeve completely detaches from his shirt.Â
Youâre left gaping at his exposed arm for two reasons. One, the open wound on his shoulder is bleeding more freely now that there is no barrier stopping it. Two, even beneath all the blood thatâs started to cake, you can see defined muscles that were most certainly not there before Beomgyu went off to boarding school.
âAre you okay?â Beomgyuâs voice startles you back to the present, where you swiftly take a cloth, soak it with lukewarm water, and begin to gently clean on and around his wound. He grimaces as you have to use more pressure closer to the cut.
âAt least itâs relatively surface level, at least from what I can see. You should be okay if you donât use a wide range of motion, I think.â You stand back, admiring your handiwork after wrapping the wound in clean strips of cloth.
âThank you,â he murmurs, and as you glance up, he meets your gaze with an intense stare.Â
âIs there something wrong? Is it too tight? I can rewrap it-â
âWhat do you see in him?â
Youâre left agog at Beomgyuâs sudden question. âW-what?â
âWhat do you see in him?â He repeats, softer and almost shyly.
âWho?â You quirk an eyebrow, wondering if heâs really inquiring into your love life after his arm has been sliced open.
âTaehyun.â
He is.
âHeâs kind, and from a good family. Heâs intelligent, and doesnât think that Iâm silly for wanting to write stories for a living. Taehyun likes that I have opinions, itâsâŠrefreshing.â
Beomgyuâs eyes narrow slightly as it seems he is considering your words. Silence fills the small space, and as it continues, it feels like youâre starting to suffocate.Â
Just when you think you canât take it any longer, his response shatters the tension, but replaces it with something else.
âIâve always loved your stories. And hearing your opinions.â Your eyes go wide. âOur families have been friends for years. Iâm smart enough.â As he continues, Beomgyu stands and moves closer to you. âIâm not always the kindest person, but I would never mistreat you.â
Youâre inches apart now, but you wonât stand for Beomgyu and whatever heâs trying to pull to ruin your potential engagement to Taehyun. Not even if your heart feels like itâs beating so hard it might fall out of your chest. You glare up at the man in front of you.
âBeomgyu, are you jealous?â
He raises his hand to your shoulder, tracing along the lavender lace that sits on the seam of your dress. Just as you move to swat his hand away, he speaks and youâre left stunned.
âDoes Taehyun know that I left a permanent mark on you?â He slides the fabric an inch or two, leaving your collarbone exposed. Beomgyu then moves his fingers to gently ghost over an almost invisible scar that starts at your shoulder, his touch causing both the sensation of butterflies and a deep longing to fling yourself at him as he stops just as the scar dips towards your decolletage.Â
Heat burns its way through your body, landing on your cheeks. Beomgyu had given you that scar when you were children, a fencing match with sticks gone awry.
âHe doesnât,â you breathe, unable to form any other words as his hand lifts your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.
âIf youâll have me, he never will.â Beomgyuâs baritone wraps around you and it's as if you can feel his words seeping into your very bones.
Just then, the door flies open and there stands Taehyun.
âI just wanted to check onâŠoh.â His wide eyes take in the scene before him. Your dress pushed off your shoulder, Beomgyuâs hand under your chin, and your proximity to each other.
âTaehyun, itâs not what it looks like, I can explain!â You hastily push Beomgyuâs hand away, slipping your dress back fully onto your shoulder and moving towards the man in the doorframe.
âIâll just see myself out.â He simply backs away through the door, closing it behind him like he was never there. Strangely, he didnât seem angry. There was an odd look in his eyes that you couldnât quite place, though.
âBeomgyu, Iâm sorry, I have to go, I have to talk to him, Iâm sorry!â You fling the door open yourself, following quickly after the man you were supposed to marry.Â
Beomgyu is left behind, ripped shirt, pink cheeks, and looking for all the world like his heartâs been shattered into a million pieces.
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âTaehyunâŠTaehyun!â Youâre out of breath, losing steam as you pick up your skirts to run after the man who had just left.
How had he managed to get so far in such a short amount of time?
You exit the house, round the corner to the gardens, and run headlong into something hard and solid, almost losing your balance.
Before you can fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms steadies you and you look up into the startled eyes of Taehyun himself.
âMissâŠare you alright?â His wide eyes scan you for any sign of injury.
âIâm fine, thank you. I just needed to explain, what you saw back there isnât what you think it is, I-â
Taehyun holds out an arm to you calmly. âLetâs take a walk, shall we?â
Bewildered, you take his arm, not sure whatâs happening. He guides you into the garden, just as he had the day after you met. After a few moments of silence, you attempt to speak again.
âTaehyun, itâs not what you think.â
âAnd what exactly do you think that I think it is?â He raises an eyebrow at you, a hint of a smirk playing across his face.
âItâs just, wellâŠIâm sure you must think that I am sneaking around behind your back with Choi Beomgyu. Iâm not, I swear on it! I was just trying to help with his injury, and then he was just too close and, andâŠwe are not together, I would never risk my honor in that way! I am still very much interested in you as a potential match.â Your arms are flailing around as you explain, cheeks burning in humiliation.
Taehyun gently reaches for your arms, bringing them down to your sides. He looks down at you, warmth and kindness emanating from his gaze.
âI do not think you are two-timing me, Miss Y/N. And though I am interested in you as a potential match as well, I am afraid I no longer think it would be best for me to follow through on my proposal to you.â
Your eyes widen in horror as the two of you come to a stop, again in front of the willow tree from your youth.
âTaehyun, Iâm sorry! I-I,â you stammer, tears welling up in your eyes. You canât believe this is happening-in one moment, any hopes for your future have been swept away. All because you let your guard down in front of your childhood best friend.
âLet me explain,â Taehyun murmurs, swiping away an errant tear that has fought its way down your cheek. âIt has been beyond apparent to me that my old schoolmate is still deeply enamored with you, and has been since we were young. Time has done little to nothing to change that. Upon meeting you, I came to realize what he saw in you-youâre brilliant, driven, and wonât take no for an answer. Of course, you are also stunningly beautiful. I felt so incredibly lucky that you were interested in me rather than Beomgyu. However, as time has progressed, I got an inkling that there may have been some unresolved feelings on your end as well. You said there were not, and I believed you.â
âBut I donât-â you start to protest, Taehyun moving his finger in front of your lips.
âWhat I just saw proves my original inclination to be rightâŠyou do have feelings for Choi Beomgyu, whether you realize it or not. You may be deep in denial to yourself, Miss Y/N, but I know that the way you were looking at him was not the way you look at someone you detest. As much as it pains me to do so, I fear I must back out of this competitionâŠI refuse to be the reason that the two of you cannot be together.â
By this point, tears are fully streaming down your face. You want to refute what Taehyun is saying, tell him heâs wrongâŠthe problem is, youâre not sure he is.
âThis is where I must take my leave. I wish you and Beomgyu all the best, and I hope that you are able to at the very least reconcile your differences, if nothing more.â
Taehyun gives a short bow, striding stiffly toward the front gate. As he moves out of sight, thereâs a rustling movement behind you. You tense up, afraid that youâve made too much noise, drawing guests from the picnic towards the gardens. You let out a sigh of relief as you realize itâs just Eliza, Yeonjunâs fiance.Â
âY/N, you look awful! Are you okay?âÂ
As she draws closer, tears start rolling down your cheeks again.
âWhat? What is it? What happened?â Sheâs swimming in front of you, your vision blurred as she envelops you in a hug.
âB-Beomgyu did.â His name alone makes you break down into full on sobs, muffled into Elizaâs shoulder.
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As you wipe your tears away, Eliza leads you over to a bench to sit down.
âNow, tell me what happened.âÂ
You steady yourself with a deep breath before launching into what feels like your entire life story. All the way back to childhood, long summer days spent running around the grounds with Beomgyu-fencing with sticks, climbing trees, and spying on your older brother, which makes Eliza giggle.
Boarding school, and writing letters back and forth to each other until suddenly you werenât. Rumors of womanizing and gambling. How you had retreated into yourself, feeling utterly betrayed by your best friend. Youâd begun to seriously focus on writing when all the while your mother had wanted you to focus on finding a proper marriage match.
Which leads you all the way up until now, Beomgyu being back. Assuming he could be one of your suitors. Taehyun. What had transpired in the bathroom, and your conversation with Taehyun.
âIn conclusion, I have no marriage options, mother is going to be angry at me until the day I die, and Beomgyu is still beyond frustrating to me,â you huff, blowing loose hairs out of your eyes.
âI hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your mother has arranged a ball for this upcoming weekend in celebration of you and Taehyunâs impending proposal. Once Beomgyu got injured today, she figured it would be best to reschedule an event for that purpose.âÂ
You groan.
âRegardless, sheâll find out one way or another that the proposal isnât going to happen. My question for you is-this business about Beomgyuâs injury and your conversation with TaehyunâŠis it true?â
You begin to pick at your fingernails as you think about Elizaâs question, eventually looking at her. âDoes Beomgyu have feelings for me? I think he may have when we were younger, but as of right now, I have no-â
âThatâs not what Iâm asking, itâs plain as day that man has feelings for you, and Iâve barely interacted with him. What Iâm asking is, how do you feel about him?â Eliza raises an eyebrow expectantly as your mouth drops open in surprise. âClose your mouth, youâll attract flies.â
You let out a strangled laugh, and instead of answering her question, you reply with another.
âHow did you know you loved Yeonjun?â
Eliza takes the question in stride, pondering for a few moments before she answers.
âI knew I loved your brother when the idea of being in a relationship with any other man held no interest for me. Yeonjun made it very clear from the beginning that he was only interested in meâŠhe was always sending flowers and small trinkets, asking to accompany me on outings, writing letters that were surprisingly heartfelt for how I know him to be now.â You giggle, imagining your older brother being sentimental. âIt took me longer to sort out my feelings, his attention was honestly overwhelming at times. But when I laid in bed at night, I would always think about when I would see him again before I fell asleep. Thatâs when I knew I loved YeonjunâŠand I cannot be more pleased to be marrying him.â Her cheeks turn pink as she finishes.
âDoes he ever make you mad?â you counter.Â
âOf course! Every man can be frustrating, and every person for that matter. No one can agree with everyone all the time. But even when he angers me, I always want to make things right. I couldnât stand it if we were at odds for too long.â
Eliza tilts her head curiously at you. âWhy are you asking me all this?â
You think back to everything youâve told her. Childhood crushes, teenage heartbreak. All the time spent, secrets shared. The injury running across your collarbone. Letters, so many lettersâŠall of which had been shoved under your floorboard for safekeeping. Though you hadnât looked at them in ages, you couldnât quite bring yourself to throw them out either. Taehyunâs words echo through your mindâŠ
âI know that the way you were looking at him was not the way you look at someone you detest.â
You look at Eliza, a rueful smile on your face.
âMy feelings for Beomgyu areâŠcomplicated. I wish it was like the way you are with my brother, but he infuriates me to no end sometimes. If he cares for me, he needs to tell me so, otherwise we will be stuck in this endless loop of confusion and heartache for all eternity.â
And with that, you march back towards the house, leaving Eliza bewildered in your wake.
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Elizaâs words prove true-your mother has busied herself with preparations for a ball, to be thrown in your honor. Every time you see her making plans, putting decorations up, anything, you know you should talk to her and tell her that you no longer have any marriage prospects, that youâve made a mess of everything.
You come close one day, as she sweeps past you, gobs of flowy fabric in her hands. You call out to her, but as she turns to face you, she seems so happy that you swallow your words before they can even leave your mouth.
And that leads you to nowâŠthe night of the ball. Your stomach is roiling, and you almost feel lightheaded as you make your way towards the throng of people milling about. Theyâre here for you, for Taehyun. Your eyes dart around for the man in question, finding him chatting across the room with Yeonjun. You see your brother nod in your direction, and Taehyun turns, making eye contact with you. You both freeze for a moment. He then gives you a curt nod, and goes back to his conversation. Yeonjun raises an eyebrow to you in question, but you give a slight shake of your head in return.
âPenny for your thoughts?â A deep baritone whispers in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You turn, and it feels as if your breathing has been even more constricted than it already was by your undergarments. Youâre met with Beomgyuâs brown eyes staring into your own, and as you skitter backwards in shock, his arms come up to hold you steady.Â
âAre you alright? I apologize if I startled you.â
Your breath still seems to be caught in your throat, but you manage to nod meekly in response.
âHere, let me get you a drink.â
Beomgyu walks a few paces with you, grabbing a glass off a passing tray and handing it gently to you. You take a sip, the crisp bubbles seeming to open your throat again.
âHowâs your arm?â you ask, eyes wide with concern. He shouldnât be here at a ball when heâs injured, you think to yourself.
âAlmost good as new, thanks to youâŠI had a doctor examine it as well, just in case, and he said he couldnât have done a better job patching it up himself.â Beomgyu grins at you, twisting his arm at odd angles just to show you he can.
You smile in return, but he notices that it doesnât quite meet your eyes.
âIs there something bothering you, darling?âÂ
Your heart skips a beat at his term of endearment, and your stomach goes queasy at the idea of telling him about everything thatâs happened with Taehyun. You start wringing your hands together, unable to fully look Beomgyu in the eye.Â
He reaches forward, untangling your hands with his own, running his thumbs gently over the backs of your hands which have started to turn red with irritation.
âYou can tell me anything, always.â You donât think youâve ever seen him look this earnest in all the years youâve known him, no trace of humor in his eyes.
Just as you start to reply, you hear a loud cough behind you. Beomgyu immediately releases your hands from his grasp, but itâs too late.
Your mother saw everything.
âY/N, what is this? Shouldnât you be dancing with Taehyun?â She looks between the two of you, clearly disappointed.
The brightness in Beomgyuâs eyes dulls a little as she speaks, and itâs almost as if you can see him withdrawing into himself.
âMother, Iâve been trying to find a way to tell you this for days nowâŠthere will be no proposal.â
At this, her eyes go wide and Beomgyuâs eyebrows raise almost to his hairline.
âWhy in the world not? What have you done to ruin things this time?â Your motherâs mouth is a thin line, anger written all over her face.
âIâm sure she can explain-â Beomgyu starts, trying to defend you.
âYou are not a part of this conversation, Mr. Choi, so I suggest you see yourself out.â Though heâs taller, he shrinks under your motherâs vicious gaze.
âNo need, Iâm going to see myself out.â You glare at your mother, storming out of the ball so you can be anywhere but here.Â
How dare she assume that it was your fault that things were called off? I mean, it sort of was, what with Taehyun arguing that not only did Beomgyu have feelings for you, but that it seemed you had feelings as well.
Your racing thoughts have brought you to the library which sits just off the main foyer. You pace the aisles, dust catching in the dim candlelight around the room. Eventually you slide down a bookcase to sit on the floor, head hung in your hands.
As you sit, breathing as deeply as you can manage in a corset, you hear the door creak open. You sit up straighter, bracing yourself to tell off some couple thatâs snuck away from the party.
âY/N, are you in here?â Youâre surprised to see Beomgyu peeking around the corner of a bookshelf, breathing a sigh of relief once he sees you.
â...hi,â you manage weakly. He comes closer, choosing to slide down the bookcase to sit beside you.
âHey.â
The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, though it feels comfortable, not stifling.
âSoâŠTaehyun was going to propose?â Beomgyu murmurs softly, though it feels as if the question takes up the whole room.
You look over at him and nod.
âWhat changed?â You canât help but notice the twinge of sadness that seems to make his voice shake.
âTaehyun said that he couldnât propose anymore. He didnât want to ruin things.â Youâve begun wringing your hands again, and Beomgyu reaches to stop it by resting his hand on top of yours.
âRuin what?â
You raise your gaze to meet his warm brown one. âHe said you loved meâŠthat you never stopped loving me.â Your voice is wobbly, and your stomach feels like it may drop completely out of your body.
Beomgyu lets out a short burst of laughter, which has you glaring at him in return.
âWhy are you laughing?!â you huff.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŠI just thought I had made it abundantly clear how I felt about you, thatâs all.â
You stare at him, his expression unreadable.
âHowâŠhow do you feel about me?â
His hand wraps around your own, bringing it to his lips. Where his lips brush your skin feels like fire has erupted both upon the point of contact and within your heart.
âTaehyunâs right, I do love you. Always have, no matter how hard I tried not to.â He chuckles at your astonished face. âSurely you canât be that surprised, dearest.â The candlelight is now reflecting in his eyes as he looks over at you, the sweetness in his gaze matching their chocolate color.
How have you been so blind all this time?
A sudden clattering noise steals your attention away from Beomgyu, and you look over to see the sheepish face of your brother placing books back onto a shelf that heâd knocked over.
As he tucks the final one away, he looks up and his embarrassment morphs into astonishment.
âWhat are you twoâŠwhat theâŠdid I-?â Yeonjun splutters, not even able to finish a complete thought.
âWe were just talking, thatâs all.â Beomgyu speaks up for the two of you.
Yeonjunâs eyes scan over the both of you, lingering on the fact that Beomgyuâs hand covers your own. Beomgyu makes no effort to retract his hand, his chin jutting out in defiance, as if heâs daring your brother to say anything else.
Yeonjun doesnât take the bait, simply rolling his eyes and offering his hand out to you so you can stand. As you adjust your skirts, you look up to find him staring at you curiously.
âYouâre expected out there, you knowâŠmother will come looking for you if you donât show up soon.â You move to follow him out the door, and almost crash into Yeonjun as he turns to face Beomgyu again. âAnd you-you wait a few minutes before leaving. Donât want people getting the wrong idea.â With that he looks back at you, eyebrow raised, before striding out the door.
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You hurry down the hall after your brother, slightly out of breath by the time you catch up to him. The two of you walk in silence for a moment before he turns to look at you.
âAre you going to tell me what just happened, or do I have to put the pieces together myself?â
You round on your brother, incensed.
âWhy do you need to know? Just so you can tell me to stay away from him like you have our entire lives?â
His steely gaze softens as he takes in your ire. âI just want to know, Iâm your brother and I want to make sure youâre taken care of.â You narrow your eyes. âThose things I said about Beomgyu beforeâŠwerenât exactlyâŠtrue.â Yeonjun looks ashamed and canât quite meet your gaze.
âAnd what does that mean?â
âWhat I said about him being a womanizer isnât true.â
âBut why would you make up such a thing?â
âI saw how heartbroken you were once Beomgyu stopped writing you,â he starts.
âI was not-â you interrupt, but he continues talking.
âI know you keep his old letters under your floorboard to this day, sister, as much as youâve tried to hide it. I saw how heartbroken you were, and I wanted to help. So I made those things up so you wouldnât care for him any longer. I wanted you to have a proper chance at love, at happiness. It seems youâve taken that into your own hands,â he smiles ruefully.
â...he said he loved me,â you breathe incredulously.
âDid you also believe he didnât love you when he kissed you at thirteen?â
You shove Yeonjunâs arm in protest, and he just laughs.
âEliza was right, you are blind.â
Youâre approaching the crowd again, and you start to retort, but your brother starts drifting away from you.
âWhatâs that? I think I hear my fiancee calling me..â
You huff in indignation, doing your best to melt back into the crowd.Â
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Your mother pretends as if nothing has happened once you make your reappearance. Yeonjun, on the other hand, keeps catching your eye across the room, motioning towards you and trying his best to wink, though it looks like rapid blinking. You canât help but giggle at how silly he looks.
As promised, Beomgyu had waited several minutes before rejoining the festivities, but just as he moves to join you, you are surprised by Taehyun appearing at your side.
âWould you care to dance?â
âI donât have much of a choice, do I?â you offer, which makes him smile as you take his outstretched hand.
You settle into a comfortable waltz, making small talk while turning about the ballroom. As the second half of the dance begins, you notice Beomgyu standing in the corner of the room, an unreadable expression on his face as he follows you and Taehyun with his eyes.
As Taehyun turns you through the dance, he notices him as well, sending a small smirk your way.
âHe canât keep his eyes off you, can he?â Your gaze jerks back to the man in front of you at his statement. âShould I expect a wedding invitation anytime soon?â
The air leaves your lungs at his question.
âWhat?â you choke out, âNo, thatâs not, weâre not-â
Taehyunâs brow scrunches in confusion. âDid he not tell you he loved you?â
âHe did, but-â
âAnd did you not tell him you loved him in return?â he interrupts.
âIt all happened so quickly, and I still thought he was a rake, but Yeonjun explained, and I-â
âY/N, stop. As I said before, Beomgyu has loved you his whole life, heâs never looked at another woman the way he looks at you. Sure, he talks about fencing a little too much, but if thatâs the most bothersome thing about him, surely you can find it in your heart to forgive.â
Heâs smiling as he states his case, but you canât find it in you to smile back. Yeonjun had lied to you about Beomgyu being a womanizer, and here Taehyun was corroborating his story. Your childhood best friend had been in love with you his whole life, and you are just now realizing that you might be able to actually be together.Â
The music is dying down, and everything clicks into placeâŠyou need to find Beomgyu. Your eyes scan the room, but the one person youâre looking for is missing.Â
âTaehyun, I have to go, I have to find him!â you exclaim, hurrying away as you hear a faint farewell behind you.
You move as quickly as possible through the crowd, still unable to find the man youâre looking for. Suddenly, you have an idea.
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The night air is slightly chilly, a welcome reprieve from dancing as you make your way through the garden, the path illuminated by lantern light.
Itâs as if your feet have a mind of their own, carrying you around a corner where you see broad shoulders in the shadow of the large willow tree.
He turns at the sound of your footsteps, a small smile that doesnât quite meet his eyes forming.
âIâve been looking for you,â you say weakly.
âI thought you were busy dancing with Taehyun.â
âI was, and thatâs why I need to talk to you,â you state matter-of-factly.
âWhy, so you can tell me it was all a big mistake and you do want to marry him after all?â
As you draw closer to him, you can see his shoulders droop as his smile starts to disappear.
âBeomgyu-âÂ
You reach towards him and he turns away before your hand meets his cheek.
âTell me you donât love me.â His voice is dull and lifeless. âTell me you want to marry him.â
âAs usual, you have no idea what I want.âÂ
His face turns back to yours, confused.Â
âJust say what you want, then!âÂ
His voice carries through the garden, and you canât help but smile in response.
Beomgyuâs brow raises in confusion.
âI need to know once and for all, what are your feelings towards me? I want nothing more than to stay by your side always, but if you want me to leave, I will never bother you again.â You can hear the desperation in his voice as he draws closer, seemingly without realizing.
âThatâs the thingâŠI think I want you to bother me for the rest of my life.â
You watch as the realization of what you said dawns on him, his eyes lighting up and a true smile breaking across his face. He starts to respond, but before he can say anything your lips are meeting his. His initial shock fades quickly, and he brings one hand to your waist and the other gently cradles the back of your neck.
Youâre not sure how long the kiss lasts, but you could feel as if you could stay forever in his embrace, in this moment. It just feelsâŠright.
As the two of you separate, Beomgyu leans his forehead against yours, a wide smile on his face. You look into his eyes and laugh.
âYou know, I do love you, but you are going to have to do something about how much you brag about fencing.â
His response is to dive in for another kiss, until you hear someone clearing their throat. You spring apart, only to see Yeonjun holding back laughter on the far side of the clearing.
âCan we at least expect a proposal this time around?â
You glare at your brother, but Beomgyu only laughs, drawing you close.
âIf sheâll have me.â
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THE BEST DAY ; KANG TAEHYUN · 1.3k words


summary âžÂ kang taehyun is your best friend, and you wouldnât trade him for anything in the world, and he feels the same way about you. pairing âž kang taehyun x gn!reader genre âž best friends!au; pure fluff and nothing else other characters âž mentions of the other txt members warnings âž food mentions, mentions of stress, some light ghibli movie spoilers song rec âž best friend : nct dream, thursdayâs child has far to go : txt a/n âžÂ this is belated but this fic is dedicated to @speckled-sunshineââ !! happy birthday and youâre one of the bestest friends in the whole world, ty for being my friend. itâs fitting that the first txt fic i post would be for you, ty for helping get me to fall for these five amazing guys and now we scream and keyboard smash about them all the time. ily lots! <33 iâve never written taehyun, but i hope i was able to capture him well hehe!! this was very fun to write, itâs been just a tad since i wrote fluff and nothing else haha (also credit to acj_edits on yt for the taehyun clip in the gif. it was too cute)

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You were currently walking off campus to head home after a long day when you felt the presence behind before you saw it.
â_____!â you heard as your best friend Kang Taehyun bolted past you to come around and stand in front of you. A big smile on his face that was insanely infectious.Â
âWell, hello speedy feet,â you teased, âwhatâs got you so excited?âÂ
âYouâre kidding right?â he asked incredulously; brows furrowed.Â
You hadnât answered him and his eyes widened in exaggerated shock. â_____! Itâs your birthday tomorrow!âÂ
Oh. Right, you hadnât even thought about it. You didnât hate your birthday or anything, but with summer classes, and all the cramming youâve been doing, it slipped your mind by accident.Â
âOh,â you said.Â
âWhat do you mean âohâ?â Taehyun gawked, and you two started walking together. âItâs one of the best days of the year and youâre telling me you forgot?âÂ
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