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❝ P(OWER)P(OINT) NITE! ❞ in which you and the members of enhypen present each of your respective powerpoints. over text.
【 YJW. LHS. PJS. SJY. PSH. KSN. NR. YOU. 】
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his diehard commitment to absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just as perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell, man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, and you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet what only came was a breath of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents one day when you came over to hang out, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And when you entered his room, he annoyed you to the brim until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop because he knew that if he loved it, then so would you. You hated how right he was. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
hi cae!! im @wildesreblogs (main so anon rip 🥹👍) is it okay if i could be added to the tag list of the beomgyu smau? the one with the twitter account password
tyvm!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
helloooo :D and yes of course i’ll add u!!
FUCK
Its illegal to look this beautiful 🙏❤️
(*giggling twirling hair while kicking feets* )
I WAS LITERALLY. FLABERGASTED I DIDJT HAVE WORDS AND ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY #livelovelaughyourplaceisempty
OH MY GOD GIRL STOP I’M BLUSHIINGGNSWB 😕😣💗 URE LITERALLY MY ULTIMATE PRIDE AND JOY MWAH ILYUU
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
two. your place is stuck
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
TAGLIST IS OPEN! @kooktattoos @openingssequence @ahnneyong @miyawwn @breadcatcreations @pokyloky @obeymeharemowner @luvsoobs @jeongintwt @cha0thicpisces @0x11s @thatgirlwithafatty @beatr2x @thisisnotjacinta @todorokiskitten @erisisblue @agisajinn @impureperhaps @forever-in-the-sky2 @ineedsomezzz @taekwondoes @catsyoon @woncheecks @wondersgyu @txtbrainrot @aestheticsluut @concatpng @yumilovesloona @wonyoungsvirus
WARNING! mentions of choking (but no one here is choking i promise.)
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「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
TAGLIST IS OPEN! @kooktattoos @openingssequence @ahnneyong @miyawwn @breadcatcreations @pokyloky @obeymeharemowner @luvsoobs @jeongintwt @cha0thicpisces @0x11s @thatgirlwithafatty @beatr2x @thisisnotjacinta @todorokiskitten @erisisblue @agisajinn @impureperhaps @forever-in-the-sky2 @ineedsomezzz @taekwondoes @catsyoon @woncheecks @wondersgyu @txtbrainrot @aestheticsluut @concatpng @yumilovesloona @wonyoungsvirus @henderyenthusiast
WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his diehard commitment to absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the button of the doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, as you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet only came a beat of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents when you came over to hang out one day, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And the moment you enter his room, he annoyed you until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop so that you could give it a listen yourself. You think that was the best mistake you've ever done. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
prologue of your place is empty. the last sentence. im screaming cryign sobbing im so heartbroken beyond words
NOOOO DON’T CRY WHAT 😭😭😭 IF U CRY I CRY.
wrong order
the new barista at the university cafe you frequent got your order wrong, but he has pretty privilege.
pairing... jake x reader
genre... fluff, coffee shop!au, implied college!au
word count... 0.7k words
notes... no tws, just an awkward barista!jake messing up your drink and getting away with his silly goofy antics b/c he's beautiful.
noa's thoughts... at the cute starbucks baristas on my campus, i'm free...
Since the start of the semester, it was a part of your daily routine to go into the cafe near your university’s art building every Thursday after your lecture. It was vintage, and filled with plants and vines that adorned the walls and ceilings; a refreshing view from the modernized buildings around the campus. From 1-3 pm, you sit at the corner table, studying with your back hunched over your tablet as you review your notes.
And today was just another Thursday. There were only three people seated at the cafe, all of them were girls seated near the bar where the baristas worked. It appeared to you that the barista was having a blast entertaining them, and they laughed obnoxiously at whatever joke he cracked. No wonder your order wasn’t ready yet.
“Y/N? Your chocolate frappe is ready!”
Speak of the devil.
Your back almost snapped from how fast you sat up straight in your seat. It felt like eons since you sat properly. As you stood up, you realized that something about that statement sounded… off. White chocolate latte, that’s what you wanted.
Sighing to yourself, you approached the counter with a forced smile on your face. “Hey, I don’t wanna sound like a Karen, but you kinda messed up my order,” you said, dragging your words out as you spoke, meeting his glance for a split second as you handed the cup back.
“Oh, really?” he asked with an innocent tilt of the head, a slight frown on his face. “I’m so sorry, it’s–”
“Bye Jake,” the girls at the bar giggled while leaving their seats.
“Enjoy!” It was only when you talked to the barista that you realized why the customers at the bar laughed the way they did. You could barely look at the guy. He was… charming, to say the least. The way his hair fell on his face, and the dashing grin on his lips, and dare you say, his hands were sculpted like those of the marble statues in museums. Jake, as they girls called him, seemed nice enough. “I’m so sorry… you wanted a latte, right? I should’ve— this is my first day—”
You chuckled while shaking your head. “Hey, it’s alright,” you assured him. He let out a sigh of relief, but with the way he avoided your eyes, you were sure that he still felt guilty. Jake took out another cup and started working on your drink. “It’s an honest mistake, I don’t mind. You seem attentive enough. I mean, you asked me how to spell my name twice.”
It was Jake’s turn to laugh, “I didn’t wanna be the kind of barista that got the names wrong,” he admitted bashfully, mixing the contents of your latte in the cup. “Now, I’m the kind of barista that got the order wrong, so I think that’s worse.”
He was funny, you’ll give him that. It took him a while, but after trying really hard to recollect how to make a latte, he was finished with your drink. You smiled upon receiving the latte, and took a sip as soon as you could. “Mm!” you nodded your head eagerly, “This is the best version of the latte I got from here so far.”
His jaw dropped to the floor, and his eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. “Does that mean I made it wrong?!” he exclaimed, completely distraught. “How did I mess that up—”
“No— you made it better,” you sputtered, looking around to see if anyone would agree with you (you and Jake were the only ones in the cafe at the moment, thus you were unsuccessful in your attempt).
Jake avoided your eyes again as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Well, I probably shouldn’t have written that thing on your cup,” he muttered under his breath, something you managed to catch.
You held the cup up to your face, examining it until you came across a set of numbers.
His number.
You bursted out into a fit of giggles as you shared a look. “It takes a special kind of person to write their number after messing up someone’s drink,” you mused, a smile dancing on your lips. Jake rested his hands on his head, panic on his face. “It’s a good thing that you’re cute. Thanks for the latte…” you glanced down at his name tag. “...Jake.”
As soon as his shift ended, Jake’s line of vision immediately darted at the notification from an unknown number.
Hey! It’s Y/N. Is this Jake… or did you write your number wrong?
He let out a groan. You were never going to let this go.
me just realizing that this entire smau is about to be a slow burn by writing this chapter alone.
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his commitment for absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the button of the doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, as you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet only came a beat of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents when you came over to hang out one day, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And the moment you enter his room, he annoyed you until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop so that you could give it a listen yourself. You think that was the best mistake you've ever done. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 1.9K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his commitment for absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, your breath was racing to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and you felt like tears were just a perfect solution to water the flames down. But you didn’t let them. Not with Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A rapid creak of the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell man!”
Shocked, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, as you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar. His eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet only came a beat of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The male in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity at the hunch, laughter followed immediately. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He chuckles at the memory, having Beomgyu turn away and roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's introduced you to. After greeting his parents when you came over to hang out one day, you heard him blasting "The Only Exception" from the echoes of the corridors. The moment you enter his room, he annoyed you until you took a photo of the song on his laptop so you could listen to it yourself. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glower back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself?”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the answers you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your purse and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighed defeatedly as he guided you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turned back to you with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the motherly instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing once again, however with a little more pride this time. You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past while the 11-year-old boy tied his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was the moment when Jungsu grabbed his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.” The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air and getting back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself and stumbling onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, so it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that makes you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grip onto the knee that’s now scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again. “And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend. Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 1.9K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
TAGLIST IS OPEN! @kooktattoos @openingssequence @ahnneyong @miyawwn @breadcatcreations @pokyloky @obeymeharemowner @luvsoobs @jeongintwt @cha0thicpisces @0x11s @thatgirlwithafatty @beatr2x @thisisnotjacinta @todorokiskitten @erisisblue @agisajinn @impureperhaps @forever-in-the-sky2 @ineedsomezzz @taekwondoes @catsyoon @woncheecks @wondersgyu @txtbrainrot @aestheticsluut @concatpng @yumilovesloona @wonyoungsvirus @henderyenthusiast
WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his commitment for absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, your breath was racing to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and you felt like tears were just a perfect solution to water the flames down. But you didn’t let them. Not with Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A rapid creak of the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell man!”
Shocked, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, as you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar. His eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet only came a beat of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The male in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity at the hunch, laughter followed immediately. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He chuckles at the memory, having Beomgyu turn away and roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's introduced you to. After greeting his parents when you came over to hang out one day, you heard him blasting "The Only Exception" from the echoes of the corridors. The moment you enter his room, he annoyed you until you took a photo of the song on his laptop so you could listen to it yourself. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glower back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself?”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the answers you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your purse and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighed defeatedly as he guided you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turned back to you with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the motherly instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing once again, however with a little more pride this time. You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past while the 11-year-old boy tied his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was the moment when Jungsu grabbed his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.” The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air and getting back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself and stumbling onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, so it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that makes you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grip onto the knee that’s now scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again. “And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend. Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his diehard commitment to absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just as perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell, man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, and you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet what only came was a breath of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents one day when you came over to hang out, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And when you entered his room, he annoyed you to the brim until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop because he knew that if he loved it, then so would you. You hated how right he was. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
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【 YJW. LHS. PJS. SJY. PSH. KSN. NR. YOU. 】
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HAHA DWW, THANK U SM ^.^ !! i kinda just based my layout off of their webtoon titles i won’t lie LMAOOO
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OH ANDDDD if you have an official taglist or smth please add me!! I love your works so much like I stalk you page from time to time to see if there’s smth that I’ve missed (but since I didn’t had a lot of time lately I have some catching up to do—)
AWH TYSM! 🥹 and i don’t have one yet but i’ll remember to add u once i make one!! URE SUCH AN ANGEL OMG <33
Just saw your surprised reaction to someone asking to be your friend so here I am asking to be your friend aswell!! (Im not the same person as them tho I hope the did contact you after your reply!!)
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❝ P(OWER)P(OINT) NITE! ❞ in which you and the members of enhypen present each of your respective powerpoints. over text.
【 YJW. LHS. PJS. SJY. PSH. KSN. NR. YOU. 】