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OTHER THAN THAT PLEASEEEEE HMU

I'm in love with gyu guys

BF TEXTS — CHOI BEOMGYU

synopsis . cutie loser bf beomgyu for you!

범규 : bf! beomgyu x fmr 🫧 — fluff, crack ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, beomgyu a big baby, death threats as jokes, idk 𓍼 note — I love beomgyu┆(bookshelf)

Hey guys, I really needed to share this masterpiece Hyeongjun edit. Also, I'm working on my first fic rn :)

Not a new villain, but new to tumblr

Ctto for the fire edit

Ty for finding me and reaching out! Excited for your Jooyeon FF!

Could I get a cute O.de drabble where you tell him how proud you are of him working out?? 🥰🥰

OMG YESSS THIS IS SO CUTE!

You're my first ask and ily, andI've been working diligently on that joo ff 🤭

I hope you like it!!

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He'd be all sweaty and get home just to have you jump into his arms, and he LOVES it. Every time he gets home from anywhere, the first thing he gets is a good tackle hug.

"I'm all sweaty babe," he'd laugh. Both of you know by now that it doesn't bother you and you're mainly focused on him being home with you again. After the long hug, you take a step back and admire him from top to bottom.

"Before you say it, yes, I love what I see." You run your arms down his muscular and toned arms and he smiles at you.

"How'd you know id say that?" He laughs.

"You say it anytime I check you out," you look into his eyes, your gazes are locked with love and admiration for each other. You swear you can feel your souls intertwined with one another's.

"I'm proud of you, ya know?" This, despite all of your other flirty comments, makes him blush and look away. His face is flushed red, and he smiles wide and bright.

"You are?" He asks, looking for confirmation.

"Very, your discipline is so admirable." You continue to praise him and his heart flutters. He can tolerate flirting, but what you're giving him now is so validating and makes him feel so secure.

"Go get ready. We're going out for dinner." He playfully instructs you and you listen. He smiles the entire time he picks out his clothes and goes to get in the shower to prepare for your spontaneous date.

THIS WAS SO CUTE I LOVED IT. IM LITERALLY GONNA MAKE A READING LIST WITH A SPECIAL SECTION FOR HYEONGJUN

STAND OUT!

── .✦ pairing; ♭form!junhan x gn!reader

── .✦ summary; your dear friend hyeongjun regrets his recent styling choice.

── .✦ word count; ~0.8k

── .✦ tags; fluff, comfort, childhood friends, mutual pining, mild background angst

── .✦ a/n; takes place within the xh lore universe (i haven’t got a total grasp on it tho so i am adding my own stuff lol) and set in the “real” world. so ig it's not actually ♭form!junhan since he's not in ♭form here but it looks better than xh lore!junhan and that's why i'm leaving it like that :)

"It's bad."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. Lemme see."

Hyeongjun, his face half-buried in your favorite pillow, simply shakes his head. His beanie is pulled comically low over his eyes and past his ears and it's really an unbearably endearing sight, this beanpole of a boy swimming in a moss-green sweater and curled around a worn notebook thrown haphazardly onto your childhood bed, but you know it is not the time to tease. (Even if you want to do so very, very badly.)

"I'm going to dye it back."

"Noooo," you protest, hands draping over his beanie to tug at it gently. Hyeongjun doubles down on his own grip in response, and you complain, "We spent so long deciding on a color! Why do you want to change it again?"

There's a pause. You let go, and Hyeongjun sighs, muffled by soft cotton fabric. "... It stands out too much."

"That's why you wanted to dye it in the first place."

Hyeongjun just lets out something between a grumble and a whine, and you fall backwards to lie down next to him, crossing your arms.

Your dear friend confuses you sometimes.

You like to think that, in general, you understand Han Hyeongjun quite well. He is not one to be changed much by time, sort of like a pine tree—a little taller and stronger with each year, maybe, but with the same soft needles, the same quiet steadfastness, the same comforting smell. Understanding him is not due to his simplicity because people aren't simple, let alone Hyeongjun, but rather due to walking the intricate lines of his personality time and time again.

But in moments like these, you are reminded that the closest of friends still hold their mysteries.

Your gaze drifts over to the quiet lump beside you.

"It's because this isn't ♭form, isn't it?"

He stiffens.

"Nobody knows who you are on this side. If your looks stand out just a little bit, it's no big deal."

"It's different," Hyeongjun says.

"How?"

"Standing out a little bit here feels worse than standing out a lot there."

Something about the way he words it hurts. Not a lot, just a twinge, but you can't help the way it colors your tone when you reply, "It's just me right now, Hyeongjun-ah."

Don't leave for so long that reality makes me a stranger.

You hear him swallow. His lips part while yours press together tightly, and he slowly shifts, lifting his beanie until it's just above his eyes again. They meet yours and he breathes.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"It kind of felt like it, though." You pick at your nails, raising your hand up to your face to look at them. White polish to Hyeongjun's black. "The real world isn't all bad, you know. It's the one where we became friends."

"Yeah," he admits quietly.

A flake of paint makes its way underneath your fingernail. You scrape it out, conscious of the way your companion continues to stare at you.

Hyeongjun utters your name. When you glance over at him, blinking lazily, he peels off the beanie to let his hair fluff out.

You regard it.

"It's really pretty. It's like hot apple cider."

A flush makes its way to Hyeongjun's cheeks, complementing the reddish-brown strands that kiss them. "Ah, you think so?"

"Mhmm." His face turns redder, and to your embarrassment, it starts a familiar flutter in your gut. You casually turn your head to face the opposite direction. "B-But if you really don't want it, of course you can do what you want. It's your hair."

"I'll keep it."

You're surprised by the swiftness of his answer. "Really?"

"If you think it's good, then it's not bad." There's a sound of ruffling pages as Hyeongjun thumbs at the corner of his notebook. "You'll be the one seeing it the most other than my parents, anyway. I won't stand out to you."

Your response flies out before you can stop it. "You've always stood out to me, Hyeongjun-ah."

The silence that follows seems to stretch out into eternity, despite being only one or two seconds at most. You can feel his eyes widen, then blink, his fingers going still.

You sandwich your head between the ends of your pillow.

In the sudden darkness, a hand lightly taps your shoulder.

"You stand out to me, too."

Han Hyeongjun confuses you sometimes. He worries about dyed hair but doesn't think twice about dressing how he wants, speaks softly but turns his guitar volume to the max, likes his space but touches you in a way that reaches down into the pit of your soul. He is complex because people are complex, and he's a good person in both realities, despite what he fears.

You love him for that. You'll tell him so, one day.