PHONING... 8-BIT STAR.

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8-BIT STAR.

“Can I get some more tickets?” “Can I get your number?”“What?” “What?”

One of your biggest accomplishments has been completely dominating all the leaderboards at your local arcade- until a new player suddenly wiped you from all of them. You're determined to find out who this mystery player is and your co-worker Soobin is more than happy to help you! Or at least, point you in the right direction.

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[🕹️] gamer!choi beomgyu / gamer! afab! reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , comedy , written

warnings : cursing

playlist.

Leaderboard.

001. WE’RE CLOSED.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ seasons.

Mundane moments with TXT that makes everything seem worth it.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ fluff , comfort

+ can be read as a sequal to carnival.

Somehow, it felt exposing when the curtains were drawn. Ruthlessly tossed to the side and the sunlight began to burn you through the glass pane.

All you had wanted to do was stay within your four walls, wrapped up in the blanket that fit around you so perfectly.

Watching videos on your phone with no energy to get out of bed and actually do something.

Worrying about work soon or upcoming plans you suddenly wanted to skip out on. Something you’d been excited about for months now felt daunting.

Acknowledging that you’re simply too much for other people, you busy yourself with controlling what you can and taking up less space.

They probably didn’t even want you there, anyways.

The simple routine of thinking until you got just sad— an infectious mold that, with time, spread to your heart, constricting it to numbness.

You seemed to lose track of the days when this happened.

“It’s time to live.”

It was Yeonjun.

“Aren’t I already?” Groaning, you pulled a pillow over your face with an aggravated sigh.

“Nope! You’re just alive.” You shrugged.

He couldn’t see.

With a familiar hand pulling you out of bed, the cold feeling of the hardwood floors almost instantly making you want to retreat.

Despite this, you allowed the hand to drag you out into the world and out of the comfort of your bed.

The feeling of the cold floorboards matched the feeling of the cold water he splashed you with, a teasing smile on his face.

There wasn’t much joy in it for you, rubbing the facial care products into your face haphazardly.

Yesterday’s energy was long gone.

Once dry, he made sure to help you with the sweetest step of your skincare routine.

Small kisses littered across your face, a hand squeezing yours tightly.

A small feeling of warmth seemed to chip away at the mold on your heart, almost as if it was being gently cleaned with his own hands.

“You have a pimple.”

“Thanks for pointing it out. It’s my third eye.” You sounded unamused and he smirked, poking at your cheek careful to not touch it.

“I wish I had a third eye.”

You didn’t reply to him, focusing back to the cool mint on your tongue.

Pouting, it was him who continued. “So then I can look at you three times as much.”

The toothbrush in your mouth helped hide the small smile you were fighting, a childish feeling of giddiness.

“…That was really lame.”

The running water washed away any excess product. Wiping his mouth with a grin, he placed a final kiss on your cheek.

He knew that words wouldn’t make everything better, they wouldn’t be able to show you yourself through his eyes.

At the very least, he’d do his best to provide you with small doses of his admiration.

There were moments like these where you seemed to be swept out of the daze, almost like you were being shocked back into commission.

Who knew that something so sweet could be hiding in something so painfully mundane?

Moments when your head in the clouds crashes down to reality with a rude and sudden drag.

Those moments weren’t always bad, though. At least they gave you something to lose.

The sound of the ocean as you closed your eyes, skin warm from the rays that you didn’t bother to hide from.

All of the suffocating thoughts made you much more preoccupied with hiding from other people.

You wondered if you’d look better if you looked how you did when you were younger. Even then, you didn’t do much.

If you’d worked harder, maybe you wouldn’t be so hyper focused on yourself. Maybe you’d be more fun for others to be around.

It was easy to find reasons to belittle yourself.

A can of something hissing next to you brought your attention away momentarily, eyes fluttering open at the sudden coldness.

Standing above you, endearingly as persistent as always.

Soobin didn't seem to care that his frame was blocking your only source of light.

“I don’t see the sun that often.” You complained.

“I don’t see you that often.” He countered.

Guilty, you didn’t answer.

It was your idea to go to the beach yet you were shying away from really doing anything, conscious of everything around you.

The both of you paused in the silence.

Some of the excess water seemed to shake onto you as he dropped down on the towel next to you carelessly.

He sipped his drink quite obnoxiously.

Closing your eyes again, all you could focus on was the feeling of him nearby.

Nothing else was better at keeping the thoughts away.

Wet hands wrapped around your waist, almost smothering you so suddenly.

You wanted to complain about the feeling of him practically sticking to you in the hot weather but you didn’t bother.

You knew he needed it.

As he gently rested his head on your collarbone, your breath caught for a moment.

Maybe you both needed it.

Insecurities wandered back into your moment for just a moment. Monotonous repetition of how you must have looked and how you must have felt.

Listening to your heart, Soobin memorized each beat as if he would suddenly become fluent in its’ language.

Suddenly, he spoke.

“Let’s go find jellyfish to give back to the sea.”

The logical part of you didn’t see any point to sending back what was already doomed.

Regardless, you didn’t have it in you to challenge his optimism.

Biting into the strawberry, the flavor seemed much more pronounced than it had ever before. Maybe it was because Beomgyu picked it specifically for you.

You couldn’t tell.

The juice trickled down your chin. The sickly messy feeling made you grimace.

As you reached up to wipe it, he already beat you with his sleeve. Impulsively, you knew since it was his favorite hoodie.

He didn’t seem to care about ruining something so precious for you.

Seeing your reaction, he laughed.

“You’re cute when you make that face.”

Frowning, you replied. “I feel sticky.”

“We should do this again.” His voice was hopeful and he ended it with a small laugh, holding out the basket to hand to you.

Looking down at the strawberries in the basket, you only hummed in response.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find it in you to reply.

Uncertainty lingering in your mind. Something you wanted just in front of you, even if you didn’t feel like you deserved it.

You wanted to respond, really.

But he didn’t need you to, he already knew that it wouldn’t happen again.

The warm glow he shared with you alongside half of his heart only seemed to gleam brighter.

The shameful feeling of hiding away from the world melted away when his hand brushed against yours.

“Maybe we can grow our own.”

Knowing how the two of you lived, he knew that it wouldn’t be possible for anything to grow.

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that but a part of him still wanted to try.

“We can.”

The sound of sticks and dirt crunching beneath you caused you to furrow your eyebrows, eyes focused on the amount of filth collected on your shoes.

Silence with Beomgyu, like your other friends, was usually comforting. He didn’t try to pry into you or tell you how to cope.

Instead he decided to stall for more time with you.

“Let’s go get some real food, yeah?”

“When are you going to start being honest about how you’re doing?”

It was such an easy question but you couldn’t seem to answer it.

Couldn’t look up to face him, the frustration in his voice already tugging at whatever strings were attached to your tear ducts.

Taehyun wasn’t mad. Even with reminding yourself of that, you felt angry at yourself.

Guilty, how terrible of a person were you to make someone like him worry?

Gritting teeth, your face remained stone cold. Eyes fixated on the table in front of you with your fists balled underneath.

Breathe. It’s not the end of the world.

There was a million things that you could say but nothing would ever perfectly describe how you were feeling.

Shame, embarrassment, the desperate yearning for more but the desire to run and hide at the same time.

How do you explain how miserable you are, even when you have everything you’d ever need?

Things weren’t horrible, they could be better but isn’t that the same for everyone?

Maybe it was the missed connections.

The urge to call someone who was no longer in your life or the desire to become a better version of yourself.

The sudden realization of the little girl that resided in your mother and the burned bridges that she left behind for you.

Maybe it was coming to the understanding that you are the spitting image of your father and all of his worst fears.

If you were better, could you be happy then?

Desperately wanting something that you know you’ll never have, forgetting to appreciate what you do have.

You were just sad— and you couldn’t understand why.

There was a crack in the china somewhere that couldn’t be found. Couldn’t be fixed.

It felt embarrassing to have a crack in you so obvious.

Taehyun often tried to remind you that damage is a show of what you’ve been through, the love and the hurt.

Everything you’d carried with you became a collage of every person and thing that you had ever loved.

You didn’t like wearing it on your sleeve.

“One day, maybe.” Although it came out jokingly, all you were met with was a sigh.

The air wouldn’t stay tense for long, though. He’d never allow that.

It was a sunny day, the outside feeling peculiar after an afternoon sunshower.

A hand clasped your shoulder and shook you gently.

It almost felt like you were shook back into reality, suddenly much more aware of your body in the present moment.

Your mind wandered back to a meaningless quote you’d found floating around some corner of the internet.

‘There is no connection without an open heart.’

That couldn’t always be true, you figured.

Without realizing, you’re pulled to your feet as he hums along to the theme song playing faintly from the television in the other room.

The sound of keys jingling brings you back to reality once more.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

His attempt to get you from the house and out for fresh air was less than subtle but you followed, sliding your shoes on.

Being active this way was something that he loved, you figured if he loved it so much it must be worth something.

Anything he loved was worth something, of course.

Maybe you believing in that so strongly was what made it difficult to believe him when he said that he loved you.

Already seeing the look of dread on your tired face, he laughed.

“If you get too tired, I’ll carry you back home.”

“We can’t be together every second of everyday.”

The tone of Kai’s voice was understanding, hand brushing some stray eyelash off of your cheek.

Suddenly feeling shy in his touch, you pull away.

“I just don’t want you to forget me, that’s all.”

To say something so stupid in such a vulnerable state, you found yourself wondering how you even got here in the first place.

The smile that he flashed almost seemed nauseating.

The kind that would normally have someone’s head-spinning yet he gave it to someone like you so naturally, like second nature.

It didn’t feel like you deserved it, but it was still yours.

“Who could ever forget you?”

Noses rubbing together felt embarrassingly innocent before he chased after you to place a kiss to your lips.

For a fleeting moment you wondered if you really had impacted his life. If maybe you’d been the reason for his restless nights or anxious mornings as he had been for you.

Your mind shut down that hope fairly quickly.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away and directed your attention back to the orange in your hands as your nails desperately clawed at it.

Marked up and bruised, you couldn’t seem to get it open. The light, empty feeling of your stomach growling had you feeling uneasy. Dizzy.

Just as you were about to give up out of frustration, a hand gently pulls it from your grasp.

Looking up at him, his eyes stare carelessly out of the window.

When it’s handed back to you, a single slice is missing.

He gives you a small smile once again, taking a bite of the orange slice instinctively, teetering it between his lips.

“Wanna come with me today to do some chores?”

One day, you meet someone. And right off the bat this person may feel like home or that strange sense of security you’d been longing for. If you're lucky, you get to experience it a few times over.

And it is terrifying to feel it so wholeheartedly without knowing it. Unfamiliarity is maybe the scariest thing.

You’re going to want to run away, hide away back under the covers. Yet they won’t let you.

They will drag you out, kicking and screaming as they force their way into your heart and plant a seed. So carefully instilled inside you that you won’t even notice its’ presence until it’s in full bloom.

The light you’d been searching for in them will be reflected inside of you, spare parts gifted to you as a thank you for existing in their lives fusing together to create the fragile machine that you are.

This light will find you no matter where, washing away the fear and anger of the past as you learn to brush yourself off, to try again.

There will be days that make you want to go back to the comfort of your room where you’re still the same kid that you were before everything spiraled.

It’s this room that they’ll pull open the curtains and drag you out of bed, over and over.

Something you’ve waited for.

The things you believed as a kid that seemed so stupid suddenly seem to make a comeback. A hint of truth in everything.

Maybe you couldn’t hear the ocean in a sea shell but you could certainly memorize the faces of the constellations.

The crack in everything was simply to allow the light to pour in.

And with the shower of light, better days will follow.

Something to fight for.

The air against your skin feels frigid to the touch and your eyes are focused on the trees flashing by in quick succession.

The radios loud, almost ringing your ears as it reverberates with the mixed chatter and laughter.

Feeling an arm nudge you, your head lulls over to the side and you catch a glimpse of them waiting for your input with carefree smiles. Suddenly in that moment, you understand.

Wanting to preserve the moment for however long you could, it was a moment worth remembering.

It was hard to get to this point and you’re sure that you’ll want to give up again, but you won’t.

No matter how much you’d change through the years, at that moment in time, you were in a car with people who loved you.

And you loved them.

To have something to lose is the greatest and scariest privilege but you will hold that broken bird in your hands and do your best to be as fragile as possible with it.

For the broken birds, it gets better. Maybe for a day, maybe only for a moment.

Maybe for you, it gets better as well. Maybe just for a song or a meal shared.

The time will pass and it will get better.

That feeling you were always chasing since you were young— as long as you hope for that, there’s always something to hang onto.

The love that you want exists because you exist, you simply have to let yourself find it.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!

CHAPTER EIGHT: dumbass cupid.

Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.

CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor

SUNDAY , 1:27 PM [FEED]

(Beomgyu’s POV)

FEED.

home. ★ previous. ★ next.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!

CHAPTER THREE: Master Plan…

Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.

CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor

3:34 PM (Y/N’s POV)

home. ★ previous. ★ next.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ True Romance.

“Did I strike a cord with you?” “Ew. More like struct a nerve…”

When you’re asked to promote a club, it seems to be just another business opportunity and easy money. Somehow, you end up being swept into the world of the performing band when their lead vocalist takes a liking to you.

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[⭐️] yoon keeho / afab! reader [WIP]

genre fluff , comedy , written

warnings : cursing , consumption of alcohol

playlist.

TEASER.

+ Singles.

001. Easy bank.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ LOVE WAR!!

“We missed you!” “So the two of you decided to... break into my house?”

Being voted into your school’s contest, you’re partnered with class troublemaker Choi Beomgyu and your old childhood friend Choi Soobin. Making sure that the three of you can represent your class well enough is already difficult without the two flirting with you at every turn!

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[🌸] choi beomgyu + choi soobin / afab!reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , humor

warnings : cursing

playlist.

+ tracklist.

001. class rep’s picks.

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