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⁘Jungkook & Seokjin⁘ ↪ JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY 🎂 [09/01/2022]

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Let Me Be Yours {Kim Seokjin}

Words: 12k

  Summary: How did people just get into relationships? Friends getting married at such young ages, inviting you to weddings left, right and centre – it definitely left room for you to feel like shit about your own love life. After getting stood up, you decide to treat yourself – and it is during this coping-shopping spree that you come across a fellow lonely person like yourself, Kim Seokjin.

  Genre: angst – fluff

  Notes: masterlist – I am so sorry this got so long.

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    Being stood up was perhaps one of the worst feelings in the entire world.

   For teenagers.

     Teenagers never expect to get stood up. They haven’t experienced the same amount of time on earth, haven’t been able to do as much learning as their adult counterparts. Being stood up was seen as a show of your worth whenever you were a teenager; if somebody didn’t like you back, that was it for you. Life wouldn’t continue the same. Your entire meaning on this planet shifted until you felt like nothing more than a spec of dust on the end of somebody elses boot.

  Was it the same for adults?

  Yes. If not, worse.

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Handwritten Notes {Kim Seokjin}

  Words: 8k

  Summary: The mysterious notes being left in your locker had been appearing for a year now. You once thought that you had no interest in finding out who it was writing them, but as time passes, you grow more and more curious.

  Genre: fluff

  Warning: nothing

  Notes: masterlist – yeehaw

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    The letters started appearing some time the previous year.

   You weren’t entirely sure what they meant when you first started reading them, and whenever you told people this, they often called you oblivious. Because it was written in brilliant, black cursive what the letters meant – you just couldn’t quite believe they had been sent to you in the first place.

   The first time you had opened your locker to see the foreign blue card stuck in the vents, you had truly believed there had been some mistake. There was no way in hell anybody would be sending you secret cards of admiration – that kind of thing was only ever seen in the movies, and your life was far from movie-worthy.

   You had crumpled up the piece of paper, tossed it in the bin and hoped that the secret admirer would eventually realise their mistake and put their next note in the right locker.

   But it was every other week after that, and soon, it was clear that the person was making no mistake.

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the k-drama vibes I get from this photoshoot (cr.0613data)

Edge of Tomorrow

Pairings: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Scifi, Angst, Fluff/Romance 

Words: 5.6K

Description: Requested by @winspiritbeauty

“No matter the amount of rain that falls, what the unrelenting darkness erases, or how many times we are reverted back to the past, I’ll definitely save you.”

A/N: This is inspired by the movie of the same name, but it’s not the same story. Thank you for requesting!

A soft gaze that lingers for a pause in time and faintly parted lips that words always seem to get caught behind, he’s the one thing you hadn’t expected to find in the gloomy remains of a disintegrating world, a ray of sun that barely peeks through thick, opaque clouds, vulnerable and delicate, but full of the kind of hope you had believed was lost forever.

Kim Seokjin.

Your heart never fails to flutter at the sight of him, the way he stands tall and poised amongst a valiant group of humanities strongest soldiers. He possesses an expression that never falters, except on those rare but electrifying occasions his line of sight brushes past you, a trainee who had just been recruited into the squad he is assigned to command.

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A Thousand Centuries

Pairings: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate Au

Words: 5k

Description: A Seokjin soulmate au requested by  @marsmellowl85

A/N: My first Jin fic!!!! Mars, thank you for always supporting my writing so enthusiastically. I hope you like this one!

Have you ever wondered if you were unknowingly looking for someone?

You were told as a kid that your perfect partner is out there somewhere. That one day they’ll come and take you away like a Disney prince or the male lead of every romantic movie, and that they would always love you for who you are, unconditionally. But as you grew older, you realized that the world is not that perfect dream-like fantasy and fairytales are just therapeutic stories, no more, no less. And that the existence of a soulmate, that thing that you’ve heard about since you were young and the idea that people continue to take delight in fantasizing over, is nothing but a simplistic adolescent dream.

You didn’t think it would be something you’d ever believe in, and certainly not after you grew out of daydreaming about fictional stories and imaginary scenarios. After all, it was just an idealistic concept, something that isn’t meant to be seriously considered because it went against all logic.

But then you met him.

A man as beautiful as the flowers that bloom in the middle of spring, their colors scattered throughout endless fields and vibrant meadows, telling centuries worth of emotions and memories that are as visceral as the ones located in that inexplicable place within yourself.  

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hopelessly devoted epilogue: new york bound

[ in which beomgyu is on his way to new york city.. and apparently so is everyone else ]

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Muse. (teaser)

The newly arrived painting captures your attention as the archivist of the local museum. But, as you investigate further, you discover a secret that no one was supposed to know. Panicking, you run from the scene in a daze, trying to hide what you have witnessed. Before you could even realize, you were stopped from your trance by a suspicious individual. To your horror, it was none other than the secret himself. the muse of the oil painting stood right before you, looking into your eyes with a gaze too human.

Genre . Suspense, fantasy, romance, fluff

pairing . Prince!beomgyu x museum worker!reader

wc . N/A

note . Erm… oops. I’ve been gone for a while now… tehe. Anyways I’m back with this wip. Idk when it will be released, probably at the start of September, hopefully !

As your hands trace the intricate, gold framing of the painting, your eyes cant help but wander back to his deep, honey hued ones. This one is different.

The brush strokes that combine together to make his eyelids, the thin lashes that look as if they were painted each individually, and the deep, oak colored hair that rest around the golden crown adorning the head. And his lips, so carefully painted the exact shade of the pink carnations that he held. His attire is something a tad too simple for a prince to wear — a plain ruffled tunic, fading to a light beige — a popular clothing choice from this time, you observe.

It’s hard to imagine someone to be this beautiful. But at the same time, this oil painting seems to be waiting for the moment to just come to life. The furrowing of your brows do not go unnoticed by Taehyun, as he observes your reaction from the doorway.

“It took some time for it to arrive here-“ a graceful smile paints his face. “… I’m glad you like it” he chuckles, his laugh echoing off the dim lighted walls at your speechless form.

It takes a good second for you to snap out of your awe struck trance, stuttering a flustered respond for your coworker, who only smiles as you do so. “L-like it…? Taehyun, I’m like- “ you sigh. “I… I can’t believe this.. “

with an airy laugh — that was more of a half gasp — you turn over your shoulder to look into his eyes. “This can’t be… is this… the original copy?”

your eyes widen as he slowly nods his head. Your teeth nip on your lower lip as you struggle to keep in your excitement, the hand that rested on the gold frame of the painting jitters and twitch as you tuck it back in your cardigan pocket, and the smile that etched onto your face, you knew that it wasn’t coming off anytime soon.

“Well, I’ll trust this relic to you then” he states, shooting you a farewell smile and shutting the wooden door behind him. As he leaves you in the room, the sun has completely set behind the horizon and leaves darkness scattered in the sky. the clock strikes 8.

With one last glance at the painting, taking in all of its beauty, you take a step back, letting out a small yelp nearly tripping over a pile of old books that was probably left by taehyun as well. Lovely. A sigh leaves your lips as you crouch to take pick them up, blowing away the dust as you walk towards your desk that sits facing the wall.

“All right, then. Let’s get you in the system…” you idly mutter to yourself as you turn on the computer, the soft sound of the whirring fills the room, reminding you of just how old this computer is. As you quickly punch in the pin, you take note of saving up for a new desktop, this old one takes too long to load, to your dismay.

You right click onto the program to record the the addition to the museum gallery. Most of the gallery consists of old relics from important time periods to relics and art from before technology existed. You have always found these works to be exceptionally beautiful, the timelessness of these objects made by the talented artists are not to be forgotten by those who truly appreciate art.

Same goes for this painting, you think as you enter the description and the room it shall be placed in. But as the cursor hovers over the ‘name’ section, you hum as you try to rack your brain for the name of this piece.

“Hm… What was your name again..?” You say, to no one in particular as you glance back at the painting that stood still in the middle of the room, the dim lighting shining off the gold frame. Your brow raises as you tilt your head. Did you move it to the center before? The memory doesn’t appear immediately, but you deduce that you probably did.

And with a shrug, you turn back to the glowing screen, letting out a theatrical sigh.

”You may address me as prince Choi, ”

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darling 🌷

hopelessly devoted epilogue: summer travels

[ in which the gang keep in touch through their travel plans despite being on opposite sides of the world ]

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Flower Boy

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Flower shop Jin x Barista f. reader

Word count: 1.5

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Summary: Jin didn't think working at the flower shop would put him in such a predicament.

Part of the BGW Drabble Marathon

Prompt: Language of Flowers

A/N: My first (official) Jin fic!

Jin knows that every flower sends a message. Red roses are of course the classic romance flower, spring flowers more for congratulations, and darker flowers for mourning. The flower he would go to for each occasion changed with the seasons as well.

The flower business is a dichotomy. Half of the clients are celebrating, and the other half are mourning. Jin thinks it’s beautiful though, they way the world communicates through flowers, even if they don’t realize it.

He used to never understand why people liked flowers so much. Sure, he would send them to his mom or a girlfriend because it made them happy, but it wasn’t until this job that he could fully appreciate them.

He would have never pictured himself working in a flower shop. It’s all because he was a freshman in high school who needed to get a job or his parents would kick his ass. He was running thin on options, and it seemed like every other kid in town had the same idea. Every place he applied to either rejected him because they were full after only a few days of advertising, or put him on a waiting list. He was so desperate that he started going to places without even checking out the job description first. That’s how he ended up at the flower shop as a 14 year old without a clue about flowers.

Song and Roh accepted him right away, claiming they were happy to have a “youngin " around to help out.  What started as a summer job to earn money, turned into years of Jin slowly learning the business and gradually taking over the store as the older couple neared retirement. His parents weren’t too happy that he decided to forgo college, but were satiated when Song and Roh were without kids and promised their store to Jin to take over.

“Hi, welcome to Bloomin’ on up,’” Jin calls at the familiar chime of the door. Looking up from his flower cutting, a guy around his age approaches the counter. He doesn’t like to judge people by their looks, but there’s a profile of people who hadn’t a clue about flowers. And they usually always look like this guy.

Hands tucked in jean pockets, not looking around as if to insinuate that they aren’t interested in flowers at all.

“How can I help you?”

“Uh, I wanna get two bouquets.”

“Sure thing. Do you have any flowers in mind?”

“Can’t you just throw something together?”

Jin smiles, used to dealing with guys like him. “Of course. Do you mind me asking who it’s for?”

“Does it matter?

Jin’s jaw twitches. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to send my mom red roses for her birthday, or my girlfriend lilies as a declaration of love. Though, dark roses specially are used for mourning, but that’s a whole other conversation.”

The man stares at Jin funny. “Just give me something you would give a girlfriend. Or boyfriend in your case.”

The comment rolls right off of Jin’s shoulders, and he doesn’t bother correcting him. It’s a dick move to assume someone’s sexuality because of flowers, but Song has taught him to let it go.

“Delivery or pickup?”

“Delivery.”

He grabs the form, sliding it across the counter. “Right the address here, the name of the person, and your message on these.” He hands him the message cards as well.

“When will they be delivered?”

The bouquets were simple enough, he could squeeze it into his schedule. “Tomorrow.”

The man pays for the bouquets and leaves, and Jin gathers the forms he filled out, getting ready to turn them into the orders file. When he paper clips the message card to the forms, he can’t help but get a glimpse of the messages.

The one addressed to “Caitlyn” said something along the lines of, “Love you forever” and he signed it “your baby”.

It makes him snort a little because of how cheesey it is, but carries on with clipping the next one to the other form when he happens to get a glimpse of it as well. He has to do a double take to make sure he’s reading things right. There on the card addressed to “y/n'' says, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Jin knows what it’s like to be cheated on, and if someone had saved him even a few months of hurt he would be grateful to them. The kicker was, all his friends knew but decided not to tell him because ‘it was none of their business’.

The first address is a home address, and there’s no way he’s going there because he’s not a fucking creep. But the second is a place he knew well.

Because he’s distracted, he goes ahead and makes the bouquets. Three big spirit roses as the main piece, a few delphiniums to compliment, light blue lisianthus and white aster to pull it together.

He decides to forgo the usual method of using their delivery driver for one of the bouquets. The next day after work, he pulls up to the coffee shop/library he usually stops by at in the mornings.

It’s a quaint place, the smell of books and coffee mingling. There’s a few tables and chairs for lounging, and the other half is filled with old oak book shelves.

He carries the bouquet of flowers, catching attention on his way up to the register. “Delivery for Y/n,” he says to the older woman who he knows as the owner. Just you two work there.

She retrieves you from the back, and your eyes light up at the sight of the flowers in his hands. “For me?” you ask almost breathlessly.

He thinks it's a shame. You clearly haven’t been flowers very often.

He sits the vase on the counter, but before you can reach and grab the card, he says, “Do you know a Caitlyn?”

His words cause your eager hands to pause in place. The smile drops from your face as you study the man in front of you. “Yes. why?”

“Maybe you should give her a call.” With that, he nods to both of you and leaves, feeling your eyes boring into his back until he disappears.

Seeing how happy you looked, and him being the one take that away was hard. But he knows it’s for the better. Maybe you know who Caitlyn is and you don’t care what her relationship is to the man. Or maybe he saves you from a greater hurt in the long run.

The week goes by as normal, only Jin keeps a look out now in case the guy decides to come back for revenge.

The door chimes and he calls his greeting from the back where he works on a funeral arrangement. The sound for assistance at the counter rings, and he quickly abandons his work. “What can I do to help…” his words die out as he takes in, “you.”

You offer him a friendly smile which eases his nerves. However, he’s still afraid of approaching you. He’s not sure what you’re gonna tell him. You could yell at him for ruining your relationship, or accuse you of lying, pulling you into their mess of drama. Maybe he should have thought it through more.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For telling me.”

He scratches the back of his neck bashfully, his ears tinting red. He may have been bold enough to tell you, but that’s where the confidence drew the line.

You continue despite his silence. “I called her and asked if she received any flowers. She said yes. We had a long chat and I figured out she was in fact his girlfriend of eight years who had no idea I existed either.”

He winces. He had wished it wasn’t that bad.

“So thank you, on behalf of us.”

“I know it was probably invasive of me-”

“No. Really, I’m glad you did it.”

You offer him a smile and he nods, feeling slightly better.

“You haven’t been coming by the shop lately.”

His head darts towards you to find you still smiling at him. “You recognize me?”

“How could I forget the cute guy who comes by every morning and orders a caramel macchiato?”

He ducks his head in embarrassment at his order and your words. Cute guy.

It’s not like he hasn’t noticed you before either. The way you treat every customer like they’re a friend, and the sound of your laugh from across the shop.

“I wasn’t sure how you would feel about me after what happened.”

You nod slowly. “Well, I think you should start coming back.”

He swears that smile at him almost kills him. That guy was an idiot for what he did to you.

“I am missing the coffee.”

You laugh, as if picking up on his tease. You start backing away, saying, “I’ll see you later, flower boy?”

He’s been called that before, but it never sounded as good as it did just then.

all these books (but i’m only checking you out)

pairing: seokjin x reader; college!au | fluff fluff fluff word count: 1.1k warning(s): none (apart from cheesy pickup lines)

Libraries were comforting; but not exactly comfortable. Or at least that was what you could gather from the past two hours of being cramped up in this secluded corner, craning your neck every two seconds for a good glimpse of the check-out counter.

“Can you please take your stalking elsewhere?” The annoying asshole next to you laments, and you roll your eyes, pretending to be offended for all of three seconds.

To set things straight, you weren’t stalking anybody, no, that’ll be way too harsh a word. It was as simple as it gets, really. You were just on your merry way to the library for a couple of books on that research paper due Friday, and had incidentally locked gazes with that cute librarian from across the room. A skip of your heart and here you were, two hours later, with a random book in hand and your essay nowhere near completion.

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if the word comfort was a person 🤍 cr. namuspromised

Actor Jin rise!

for @cordiallyfuturedwight 🌷🩷 !!! (cr. namuspromised).

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67. dress shopping

[ synopsis ] choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.

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68. prom

[ synopsis ] choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.

[ note ] i think this is the longest chapter i've written for this series omg its over 3k words aHH i hope you guys enjoy it <3

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When the prom venue was chosen and booked, Yunjin had a vision she couldn’t be talked out of. It was cliché, already been done. But, to Yunjin, there was nothing she couldn’t outdo and ameliorate—and a prom theme wasn’t any different. Kazuha would tell everyone it was a pain in the ass trying to meet Yunjin’s demands; but, now that it was all over and the fruit of their labor was finally able to be appreciated, she couldn’t deny it was all worth it.

From the dark blue shaded ceiling drapes adorned with twinkling lights to the glossy black dance floor sparkling with silver specs and reflecting the lights above, it was like stepping into a celestial wonderland. Starry night seemed to be a staple theme for youth events, commemorating these moments as magical and full of whimsy. And Yunjin couldn’t stop herself from doing just that and more. The round tables were intricately positioned around the room, hugging the dance floor and creating a path. The tables were dressed in velvet covers, trimmed with silver beads, and in the center of every table were the handmade centerpieces Yunjin forced Kazuha to make with her. Cylindrical vases of varying heights, filled with water, small white flowers, and iridescent streamers, sat inside a square tray filled with crystal pebbles. On top of the water floats lit candles, adding to the calming ambiance. The room was filled with decor exemplifying the theme from white, black, and navy blue balloon displays, twinkling stars, white drapes along the walls, and a sparkling golden crescent moon. Lights everywhere, flickering and flashing. The star of the display, however, Yunjin would argue, was the four-tiered golden fountain in the center of the dance floor. Her favorite touch was the fountain that took her three months of convincing and revamping.

“Wow, it’s beautiful, Yunjin,” Soobin gapped, doing his best to talk over the music while admiring every inch of the room.

Yunjin grinned, watching as their classmates admired and relished in the venue, “I know right.”

“Any word from Chaewon yet?” Beomgyu interjected, hands fiddling with the sleeves of his white suit jacket.

“Not yet,” Yunjin sighed, tapping her phone just to see an empty notification screen.

She looked up at Beomgyu, watching how his eyes wandered the room and the way he chewed on his bottom lip. He wasn’t even this nervous during their performance week.

“Beomgyu,” Yunjin said, placing her hand on his shoulder, gaining his attention. “Everything is gonna work out just fine. We’ve got this.”

Beomgyu nodded hesitantly, taking a deep breath. Despite being so last-minute, his friends were more than willing to move heaven and earth to make this gesture possible. Especially Yunjin and Kazuha, who used their privileges as prom committee members to create as romantic of a scene as they possibly could. 

Just then, Yunjin’s phone flashed, alerting the three to a message from Chaewon.

‘Pulling up now. Get ready!’

Beomgyu felt his entire body turn cold. He looked between Yunjin and Soobin, heart threatening to jump out of his chest.

Soobin grabbed his arm, “It’s go-time!”

Leading Beomgyu through the crowd of students, Soobin made a beeline toward the DJ booth where Kazuha and Taehyun were waiting. As soon as the two noticed them rushing toward them, they began preparing the equipment.

YN grabbed a fistful of the skirt of her dress, nervously following Chaewon into the building. She could hear the faint thumping of the music down the corridor from the entrance, making her palms feel clammy and her breath uneasy. She didn’t want to be here originally. The embarrassment of Beomgyu rejecting her promposal was bad enough; but then, subsequently rejecting his relationship proposal after the gritty events following, it felt wrong being here.

Even when Chaewon was helping her do her hair and makeup, all she could think about was everything Yunjin said about prom. About it being the perfect ending to her and Beomgyu’s year. Instead, she’s going without Beomgyu, having already ended their story the night of their final performance. It wasn’t an easy decision, but it had been on her mind since the moment Beomgyu opened up to her. She would never do something as horrible as Jieun, but she knew that being thousands of miles away while building her career would make it nearly impossible to be a present part of his life. She just needed confirmation from NYU, and when she got it, it was the only option she felt was right.

Still, walking up to the beautifully decorated venue entrance, being met with the music growing louder and louder, all she could feel was regret and sadness, not an ounce of excitement. Chaewon locked their arms together as they walked through the string light entrance toward the sheer blue curtain, pushing through and falling in awe with the dance hall.

YN couldn’t stop looking around, taking in every bit of what felt like walking through the night sky, unaware that the music was going dim. She didn’t even notice Chaewon taking her down to the dance floor, too busy admiring the lit-up path edged with cloud-like bushels. It wasn’t until Chaewon let go of her did she realized where she was led. She looked around her, noticing the dance floor was cleared with everyone surrounding the floor while staring at her. YN looked back for Chaewon, who held up her hands and assured her all was okay. Confused, YN looked back at the floor, looking around for any hint of what was going on. She felt a wave of emotion and goosebumps over her arms and neck as a song suddenly began playing through the hall. A painfully familiar tune.

A spotlight shines over the fountain, gaining everyone’s attention, beaming over to a figure standing at the DJ booth. YN recognized him immediately and couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips.

Beomgyu stretched out his hand over his eyes, trying to block out the light so he could see her more clearly. In his other hand, he held a microphone. As soon as he saw her, he felt his nerves melt away and all he could focus on was her. He brought the microphone up to his lips, gaze never leaving her, and slowly made his way down the booth to the floor.

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

YN stood frozen, hands clenching to the fabric of her dress, watching as Beomgyu made his way toward her. The spotlight followed every step he took, making it impossible to look away from him. The light contrast made it hard for Beomgyu to read the expression on YN’s face, but he only hoped she was still smiling as he stepped closer and closer.

I’m not the first to know

There’s just no getting over you

It was such a spur-of-the-moment idea to sing to YN at prom. His friends still don’t know what happened after he met with Mr. Kim, but whatever it was, had to be a big deal. Beomgyu described it as “the sign of all signs” and his second chance. It was the last push he needed to consider Yeonjun’s plan of making the most of the time they had left. And, he knew he had to do something big to show YN how deeply he felt. What better way was that than through music?

You know I’m just a fool who’s willing

To sit around and wait for you

Beomgyu stopped a few steps in front of YN, reaching his hand out for her to take. YN could see his hand trembling, making her chest heave. She reached out slowly, letting him take her hand and gently pull her toward the center of the floor.

But, baby, can’t you see

There’s nothing else for me to do?

I’m hopelessly devoted to you

A smile crept its way to Beomgyu’s face, his confidence gaining as he noticed the faint blush painted across YN’s cheeks, as he was finally able to see her face clearly. He couldn’t help but focus on her eyes, the way they stared up at him in adoration. He swore his knees would buckle any moment if he didn’t look away, but he just couldn’t. He took a chance to twirl her around once before bringing her in and swaying together as the spotlight dimmed and they were bathed under the soft twinkling of the string lights around them.

But now there’s nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

He took YN’s hand and held it up to his chest, squeezing gently. YN could feel how hard his heart was pounding through the palm of her hand. She looked back up at him, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed as he continued to sing. For a moment, she forgot people were watching them. It felt like it was just her and Beomgyu at this moment in time.

I’m out of my head

Hopelessly devoted to you

YN carefully released her hand from Beomgyu’s grip and reached up to cup his face. He followed her movements, gaze falling back to hers as soon as he felt the warmth of her palm on his cheek. He turned into putty whenever he felt her soft fingers trace along the base of his ear, along his jaw. Her touch was so tender and comforting. He wished they could stay this way forever.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“I’m hopelessly devoted… to you,” Beomgyu sighed the last note, hands reaching up to cup YN’s cheeks to carefully wipe away her tears. 

The music faded, leaving them in silence. People hesitated to cheer Beomgyu’s performance, not wanting to spoil the moment unfolding before them. When Taehyun made an announcement about this ordeal before YN’s arrival, they were reluctant to oblige, but as they watched the way Beomgyu poured his heart out into every lyric, they wanted nothing more than bare witness. It wasn’t like Beomgyu to have this much passion for anything or anyone, but ever since taking part in the musical, it was like he became a different person. Happier. Full of life. Desire for the future.

“What was all this for? When did you plan this? What?” YN began to blabber, looking around at everyone and spotting her friends gathered by the DJ booth with smiles on their faces.

Beomgyu pulled her attention back to him, smiling. “I know you said you said you wanted to just be friends. But, YN, I don’t think I can do that.”

“You can’t?”

Beomgyu shook his head. “It took me too long to realize the feelings I have for you aren’t just infatuation. YN, I’m in love with you.”

YN’s eyes widened. She never expected to hear that word from him. It was a scary word to hear at their age, but for some reason, it felt more liberating than scary. It felt right.

“Kiss her!” Someone yelled, pushing the rest of the crowd to begin chanting.

Beomgyu looked at YN, raising his eyebrows as if asking if it was okay. But, before he could even open his mouth to ask, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down, catching him off guard. Their lips crashed together, leaving Beomgyu bewildered for a moment before melting into her touch as their classmates cheered on. His hands found their place at her hips, where the hem of her bodice met the skirt of her floor-length dress. This was a feeling he could never get used to.

The DJ restarted his set, encouraging everyone to get back on the floor. Beomgyu pulled away, grinning from ear to ear, grabbing YN’s hand and pulling her away from the floor and toward the entrance to the corridors. There was barely anyone there, allowing them to catch a breath and enjoy each other’s company for a bit longer.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” YN said, gripping Beomgyu’s hands as she attempted to relax the adrenaline she felt.

“I had to do something big to tell you how I feel,” Beomgyu confessed. “Besides, I had to do something special, too, for that thoughtful promposal you gave me.”

YN slapped her hands over her face, embarrassment overtaking the rush. “I can’t believe you reminded me of that!”

Beomgyu laughed, attempting to pull her hands away, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I wanted to experience this night with you,” he sighed, giving up and pulling her against his chest instead. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I never saw myself going to prom, but when you asked me, all I could think about was how pretty you were gonna look.”

“Until you rejected me,” YN muttered.

Beomgyu squeezed her tight, a grimace falling over his face. “I deserve to be shamed for that. I know. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, like a dumbass.”

YN picked her head up from her hands, looking up at Beomgyu as he looked down at her. She could see the regret he felt about that moment written all over his face. 

“Just like me when I said we should just be friends, huh?” She asked softly.

“Depends,” Beomgyu sighed. “Would it make a difference if I told you that I might be joining you in New York come spring?”

YN’s eyes widened, her mouth falling agape. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t get her voice out. All she could do was stare at him in bewilderment and squeeze his arms from shock. Beomgyu found it amusing. It was similar to the way he reacted when Mr. Kim told him. He could recall that moment like it just happened. Sitting in the chair facing Mr. Kim’s desk like he always was throughout the year, only instead of being scolded for his missing assignments or poor attendance record, he was waiting to hear the reflection on his performance in the spring musical. Mr. Kim praised him for his outstanding performance and display of great showmanship, a drastic change from the usual threats of detention for being a smartass in class.

“When did this happen?! What are you talking about?!” YN finally said, managing to break through her initial shock.

Beomgyu laughed, “Mr. Kim called me into his office to discuss my final grade and sprung it on me out of nowhere!”

“What did he say? What happened? I need to know it all!”

“He just made me read an email from NYU. They invited me to apply for the music program for the spring semester! I guess they liked me?” Beomgyu shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

Beomgyu was satisfied knowing he passed his final assignment ensuring his seat at graduation, but when he got up to leave, Mr. Kim urged him to sit back down. They had gone over everything they needed to, what more could there be to discuss? The grin on Mr. Kim’s face was borderline unsettling as he turned his computer screen for Beomgyu to see. With his eyebrows furrowed, Beomgyu steadily leaned forward to get a clearer view and began reading the open email tab adorned with a familiar purple emblem at the top.

Dear Mr. Kim, We wanted to thank you again for hosting us as we conducted a final review for fall semester applicants. Your drama department is brimming with talent and it was a delightful treat to be able to see the passion among your students. Everyone at NYU is more than enthusiastic about the prospects you are producing. One of your students in particular grabbed our attention especially. After discussing with the rest of the board, we are honored to extend an invitation to Choi Beomgyu to apply for the upcoming spring semester at NYU Tisch for our music program. Beomgyu demonstrated an elite level of music and vocal performance that moved our recruiters. Let us know if you or Beomgyu have any questions. We look forward to hearing from him.

“What did your parents say?” YN asked.

“They don’t know yet,” Beomgyu sighed. “No one knows actually. You’re the first person I told.”

“When are you going to tell them? Are you even applying?”

“Oh, I’m applying,” Beomgyu assured. “I never thought I could get an offer to pursue music. I don’t want to pass this up!”

No matter what Beomgyu did or said, his parents were adamant about having him take over the family market when he was old enough. All those summers spent working alongside his father in the market instead of practicing the chords his grandfather taught him on guitar. Those times they told him to keep his music down and stop “screaming” all the time. He knew it would be hard to tell them about the NYU offer. And, it would be nearly impossible to get their blessing to apply. But, this felt like a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make something of his old dream. Even without their support, he knew he had friends who would have his back and give him that push.

“I’m so happy for you,” YN said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. She was overcome with joy and excitement at the thought of Beomgyu not only pursuing his dream but pursuing it alongside her in New York.

Beomgyu felt his own tears finally fall as he wrapped his arms around YN, finding peace in knowing it wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t have to say goodbye this summer. He wouldn’t have to “make the most” out of every moment until she left for New York. For weeks, all he could dwell on was the idea of never being able to see her once she left. But now, the tension and worries were gone. He could enjoy their time together while they had it because their time apart could be numbered. They would be able to meet again one day in the new year when spring returns to gift them more precious memories like the spring they met.

[ note ] cheers cheers happy happy we scream and cry together aHHhHhh

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