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au; predebut band beomgyu + young performer yn !fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

00. see you there

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arriving to after school band practice, he overhears faint singing overshadowed by dancing that could be mistaken as stomping a few classrooms across the classroom him and his school bandmates practiced in. in terms to pique his curiosity, he wanders into unexplored school territory.

he stops, a shadow moving in a classroom, the desks stacked aside, instruments lying around, a microphone in the middle. but space in the middle lies the culprit of the noisy racket.

he sees a girl with headphones holding an ipod in her hands dancing, like taylor swift you belong with me music video style, as if world isn't watching.

he laughs softly. a second later, panics hoping she didnt hear, he didnt want this lulling feeling in his chest to take a rest yet.

hes seen you in his dreams probably, i mean, your smile, your expressions when singing what he was assuming honey, honey by abba,

the way you moved so freely had his heart skip a beat. his eyes were locked on you, until…“BEOMGYU-YAH!”

you jumped, shrieking!, fumbling your headphones onto the ground. quickly trying to pick yourself and composed having forgot that you were waiting for you bandmates.

beomgyu was terrified.

“THERE YOU ARE, AISH- DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG WE’VE BEEN WAITING? 10 MINUTES“

beomgyu has never felt more terrified and humiliated more in his life not deciding whether you catching him watching you or his bandmate catching him watch you. which ever one, he wasn’t ready to face either of you.

“excuse me..,” you interrupted the two.

at a loss of what to say because one, you didn’t know either of them were there, and two, you forgot what you were gonna ask.

“sorry, i got lost trying to find our band room again and hes just loud” beomgyu shamelessly taking the opportunity to save his ass from further humiliation.

“got lost? you’ve been here and go to this schoo-“

he elbows his friend in his rib side “AISH!1!?”

“oh” you say relieved knowing they didnt see you, “thats alright, … uhm”

you put your ipod into the hand with your headphones to scratch the back of your head in embarrassment of the conversations’ dead end.

“we’ll~ just get going” beomgyu shoves and pushes his friends back to the practice room as he unconsciously takes a double take to you only to catch himself a second later *what am i doing*

“you’re charming but what do you mean lost? pabo-ya? (are you dumb?)” his friend retorts.

looking back at you, he smiles sheepishly. leaving you a bit confused as he looked right back towards his destination. having sensed he was trying to ease the mood,

“good luck at the competition!” you yelled, while watching them head back.

he tripped noticably, he looks back again but with wide eyes and mouth agape.

you chuckle as your bandmates who finally arrived (through the other door) demands you back into the room to get started “ms/mr singer, we cant start without you!” as you were waving goodbye to your soon to be competitors.

“see you there!”

“AS IF YOU’RE THE ONES WHO WAITED FOR YOU ALL TO SHOW UP” you said in a yell-y laughy tone, having felt a bit giddy after seeing that boys surprised pikachu face.

he was still trying to process what just happened, how did you know about the competition when,

“wait, see you there?!”

A/N. hiii since im completely new here, my name is sue,,,, I FEEL SO AWKWARDJAHD, anyways helloo. since im new please tell me feedback on this whole shabang, its highly appreciated and WANTED!

thanks for reading my au 😭💗

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer yn

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling?

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

01. who was that?

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“this is what i wanna know” stomping her boot down onto the wooden piano stool.

“you dont even know who talks smack about you around the school, you werent paying attention to anyone around us when signing up for competition” minji interrogating you firm and straight to the point.

it was 4 days before the official competition you had signed up for a few weeks ago, giving you 3 weeks for your band to prepare. sounds pretty doable right? wrong

you for one were exhilarated by the idea of exploring by taking your time to take in the moments of thy path, baby steps! as you live by. although maybe it was the high of walking towards your dream.

fearing all that to come crashing down moments before you walk onto that stage, just as much as the so-called crash were weighing on your bandmates. and much to your dismay, sent you into a mini quiet panic attack from time to time.

“yes? i was also clinging onto souha as we were jaming out to the other bands auditions” you answered minji’s query, puzzled as to why she was asking this in the first place.

“so i wanna know for someone who doesn’t usually interact with anyone aside from few known friends in your class and the band; is cozying up to everybody’s pride and joy before practice, in the half lit hallways”

“i recognized their singers, they aren’t half bad. they have good taste in songs?” you said, packing your guitar up about to call it a day. but at the same time pulling out your notebook.

“what’s up with that nickname anyway, they can take that in the wrong way if students hear you. people misunderstand anything these days” you added, not having figured out much as to moments before when they had started the interrogation.

“we were just surprised is all y/n” souha sighs. “you catch your sweet vocalist cozying up that kid. who not only the girls, but boys + seemingly teachers fall smitten with”

souha lets it off her chest, sweeping off minji’s foot off the stool sitting down. her hand motioning the space beside her, for minji to sit.

pianist hyorin sneaks up behind you, “she’s okay, thats all that matters” squeezing you in a back hug. “good thing it was after school and not during. girls are vicious when it comes to their feelings. especially crushes”

“OH AND ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, their heads turn a complete 360 when he’s passing by, i swear. they’re half owl! ” aerin perks up from the back, organizing the wires behind the speakers.

you gave them all a look, ಠ_ಠ, you escaped from kyorin’s grasp as you went to help aerin pack the microphones away.

“it just so happened that; as i was blasting mamma mia’s soundtrack for the GAZILIONTH time in my headset, i was startled by sudden screaming. i thought it was you guys” you stated.

“screaming?” surprised, it was souha’s turn to look puzzled. alongside someone at the door.

“YAH-BANGU, THERE YOU ARE!- or something like that, i think” you mocked.

you hear chuckling from outside.

you all turn your heads to the hallways to find the other band occupying another classroom passing by, making their way out. the two boys from earlier included.

“ya, choi bangu” his bandmates teased him, emphasizing his name, or at least what you thought was his name. as he slouched over.

if not for your bad eyesight, you think you’d be able to tell if he was maybe avoiding eye contact with you.

minji burst out laughing, falling off the stool. while souha beside her snorts and looks down into catching kyorin from falling having failed to save minji.

“only y/n can say a persons name so wrong so confidently” aerin chuckles.

you stare for a second, you gasp as you cover your mouth with your hand “IS THAT NOT HIS NAME?”

A/N. im going by korean school years, 12-15 is middle school. 15-17 is high school. beomgyu and y/n are 15 in this au)

“man that was funny” jaeyun wipes the tears from his eyes.

“first someone finally catches the so called campus heartthrob after SO LONG. just for her to not only; know he is, but gets his name wrong” yeol jin exclaims, throwing an arm around beomgyu.

“YA- WE JUST ENTERED HIGH SCHOOL ANYWAY, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW LEE Y/N” beomgyu defended himself.

“beomgyu-oppa, we didn’t say y/n-unnie’s name though. and you just happened to know her name” jiuin turn and cocked her head to the boy caught guilty, as the 4 others snickered.

beomgyu recalled having fallen in a trance, you caught him. he thought it was the most free thing anyone could ever do, having been surrounded by those valuing reserved images, a reputation to hold everyone always so carefully watches each step as we were told. while there was nothing wrong with that, its just that-

a breather was what he needed, and a breath of fresh air you were, elizabeth shue from the opening scene of adventures of babysitting! it was so cool he thought.

anyways, as he watched your marvelling performance, of course he had noticed your name tag on your uniform you have yet change out of.

lee, y/n

imprinted, tattooed, and carved into his head.

“LETS JUST- go home! i challenge you all, loser buys everyone celebratory chicken after the competition” beomgyu says hoping to divert the topic.

“at that new restaurant that opened up by our english academy?” jaeyun looked up as he recalled. the first day as high school students. beomgyu had bursted into excitement at the bear mascot holding the Now Open sign, even taking a picture with it.

“YES! YUM! DELICIOUS! D E L I C I O U S” he spelt out in english as he scurried away, successfully ending the topic.

“hes avoiding the question though?” yeol jin along with everyone else looked a bit confused.

“YA! BEOM-YA! BEOMGYU! WAIT FOR US!” yeol jin said realizing as he grabbed jiuin’s hand and ran after beomgyu, everyone else followed.

“mom?” you dropped your keys by table and hung your jacket having just arrived home.

you see that theres a message on the answering machine. you sighed as you press play.

“welcome home! as always i told the delivery man to use the spare key by the flower pot outside to let himself in and to leave your favourite on the dinner table. eat up! you work very hard for some of your caliber, you know that right? some don’t even care”

we’ve met too many of those to care you thought to yourself as you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

you get up to turn off the answering machine from the side table, you’ve heard it all before anyway.

you were alone but that was nothing new, you’ve grown dependant on yourself. you were comfortable in your own presence, well at times anyways, like right now! you’ve learned what you really needed, what was needed of you. if you wanted to start a band with those who accidentally overheard you singing in the hallways, then so be it.

1:48 AM

your clock was glaring at you. you could hear it yelling, what child is up at these hours, go to sleep

you probably would wait until your mom gets home so you can quickly whisk your guitar and notebook away and act asleep. only to literally fall asleep afterwards.

you were recalling the events of your as you sat on your bed, 7:48 PM, suddenly you were writing and never stopped as this surge of adrenaline came rushing in.

you haven't stopped since, you didn’t wanna stop writing. you haven’t felt this before. you’ve never felt something so warm, you could grab it, you were living in a cherry red world, this feeling was all over the place. it hasn’t dawned on you yet why you were feeling this way

I see the look in your eye and I’m biting my tongue,

you’ll be the love of my life when i was young,

when the night is over.

don't call me up, im already under.

what was this? all you knew was that you didn’t want it to go away, not to stop yet, to hold on just a bit longer, forever if you could, just maybe.

the memory from earlier projected into perspective.

you said you would see him at the competition but it was his name you couldn’t quite figure out.

“who was that?”

A/N. YES THE SONG Y/N WAS WRITING WAS GRACIE ABRAMS’ 21 so ofcs this is me crediting her.

PLEASE BARE WITH ME! i love gracie sm!!! 😞

her music? CHEFS KISS

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

02. you shall be found guilty

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cling clang

the rattles of keys were what you woke up to,

“mom?” you questioned groggily, was it time to get ready already? trying to crawl out of dream land. oh how for it to be so easy. shake off the tiredness, we could get more things done.

“shh shh, sorry honey. i just got home now” she had just opened and peaked through the door to check on you. “did i wake you up?” you look over to your clock, 5:00 AM. you could swear it was taunting you or something.

“no its okay, welcome home” you said plastering a smile, you were glad that she was home.

“you didn’t stay up too late did you? i can drop you off if you don’t feel like commuting” she sat down on your bed as you sat up from under your covers.

“no i’m okay, why change my routine just because i don’t feel like it? thats how we get into bad habits right?” you smiled with your eyes closed.

her eyebrows furrow, “oh how lucky am i to have you, so strong-“ she smiles weakly as she tries to hug you, but you flinch back, raising your wrist as a reflex.

she frowns, “sorry sweetie, i forget that- uhm” she laughs awkwardly, “anyways, go back to sleep, ill drop you off in an hour, no arguing!” she says in a sing-song tone. bouncing up and off the bed, marching out of your room.

you heard your mom laughing in the living room while you waited for her, tapping your foot anxiously. if you didn’t leave now then you were gonna be late.

you can hear her talking, something about an event with an old friend? you weren’t sure, but you did know that she wanted you to tag along.

you were smart but not the smartest, you were okay with it in a way, but taking the risky path you were, having average grades wasn’t gonna cut it for you. you needed to be more than enough you thought, the more appeal the better!

impatient, screw it you said. you got up, walked passed your mom, and put on your shoes. getting your mom’s as well.

“we’re gonna be late, if you don’t hurry” you waved your red ribboned headband in the air trying to get her attention as you stood by the door.

she looked up confused, and then she at her watch. her eyes widened as she dropped the phone, practically jumping to the ceiling.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT, YEAH HON LETS GO, QUICK QUICK, RUN START THE CAR” AS SHE TOSSED YOU THE KEYS.

you scurried out to the car. you wouldn’t usually, but you appreciated her antics. it calmed your nerves from your former worries, brightening your mood in a way.

she was trying.

during the car ride your mom noticed how serious your gaze out the window was, concerned, of course she asked “do you wanna let it off your chest? you know you get your quality of observation from me, your looks anyway.”

you laugh a bit before confessing, “its nothing you need to worry about, just the competition” you breathed out heavily

you were distracted, not about the competition but about the song. it wasn’t like you, or it wasn’t a song you’d expected composed by lee y/n.

was something missing to the song? you were so focused though, couldn’t be. was it your focus that made it scary? all these possibilities running through your mind yet remembering what was floating in the air.

“are you gonna make it?” you held your breath asking.

“this saturday? of course. what time does it start?” she asked switching between you and the road.

“at 12PM, but try to get there earlier. i want to get photos” you said sighing out. a timid yay cheering in your head

“of course i’ll make-“ cut off from her phone buzzing in the coffee holder.

“y/n-ah, could you answer and hold it up to my ear?” she asked in a rush before the ringing ran out.

you grabbed it, sliding answer, and put it up to her ear.

“hello? lee yeong speaking” you spaced out while she answered, you were trying to think who it was calling so early. her composed turned into a ghast tone.

“at this very moment? i mean unless you want your employees to be paid, not paying hospital bills. she chuckled. she really had inappropriate comedic timing didn’t she.

“alright, alright. on my way! hang up y/n” she glanced over to you for a second.

you lowered your arm, hanging up the call.

“does your arm not hurt? you held it up for a bit” she asked curious.

“no, not really. probably because i carry around the instruments half of the day sometimes”

“so you’d say you have a thing for athleticism?” she inquired. your eyebrows furrowed, where was she even taking this?

“i guess? what does that have to do with-“

“could you run to school? it’s not to far, 2 blocks away. i owe you, im running late for this last minute schedule!”

she rambled on.

you were shocked by the request, you short circuited for a second. “uh- i mean” looking at the time on the car 7:53AM. school starts at 8:00AM.

you paused thinking about it for a second, i guess you could, but you would just have to run really fast.

“yeah sure, ill see you!” waiting for the car to stop at a red light. you quickly made up your mind, not wanting to drag this on longer, unbuckling your seat and rushing out the car door.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!

you nearly trip while fixing your bag, your tie becoming lose, your hair in shambles, your uniform jacket slipping off your shoulders, while trying to keep your guitar from falling off your shoulders. why were guitars so heavy you cursed

you were running so fast you could barely catch your breath, the were only a few students on their way to school and these were your schoolmates who you recognized coming into class late.

so to sum it up? if you didn’t run faster than you already were, you’re sure as hell gonna be late.

you looked down to your watch, if it was still there that is

7:57 AM

you could’ve sworn your watch looked extra smug today.

“jiu, where is she?” souha turned to jiuin worried

jiuin shrugged furrowing her eyebrows weary of you, it wasn’t like you to cut close to being late. it wasn’t like them to arrive before you.

8:02 AM

the doors creaked open, everyone turned to you. you were panting, hair all over the place, your red headband hanging off your shoulder, and clothing in mishaps. your heart was racing.

“oh my goodness, y/n!” souha stood up and ran to you, wide eyes worried about your current state. jiuin searched her bag for a hairbrush, rushing to come to your aid.

you were so tired, you put your hands on your knees coughing. “i-im heeerreee” you said out of breath.

still catching your breath, all you could think of was thank goodness, i made it.

“you’re a mess, what happened to you?!” souha hugged you tight and holding your shoulders frantically checking you. jiuin sneaking up behind souha to hug you as well quickly brushing your hair, and fixing your headband in place.

she exhaled “you’re late you realize that? we were beginning to worry” souha directing you to your seat while jiu fixed your tie. “and we had a reason! look at you. what on earth happened?”

jiu sat you down as she sat down herself in her seat beside you, hand in hand.

“i’m fine, long story-“

“and as interesting as it may be, hopefully it can wait till after class” you were cut-off by your teacher.

you mouthed later to jiuin and souha as class was starting.

[lunch time]

souha went to go find minji since apparently she owed her lunch, telling you to rest and she’ll come back. knowing how busy the halls would get and you’re not a fan of closed/little space.

you were beginning to feel antsy as people from another classrooms began to fill up the space, not knowing why your class in particular was so popular.

you walked out as you felt it was becoming to cramped in there, closing in on you. you weren’t hungry, so you just searched for kyorin and souha.

you passed a few students staring you down, you heard them holding back smug laughs.

“it must’ve felt so humiliating for her”

“she has natural face that makes your blood boil”

“why did she show up to class like that?”

“maybe she was trying out a new style”

“if you look at her she might just have the wrong idea of hipster. you know how people mistaken homeless clothing for hipster?”

“YOU’RE AWFUL!” they all laugh obnoxiously

“what was she thinking for her hair, just curious. tinker bell?”

“pixie cut”

“what was she thinking”

you turned the corner

you closed your eyes holding, clenching your jaw. ignore them your mind demanded. your expression grew more frustrated. this happened everyday, you’d think you’d learn to handle your deck of cards. but it only seemed to make you grow self conscious.

you knew better though than to let them get to you, you have to get better, its all you need. you sighed changing into a disappointed expression, side eyeing the window. while you rubbed your elbow.

way to into your head, you failed to notice the familiar few of the voices from yesterday approaching you.

“sk8ter boi wasn’t too bad during practice, plus we need an english song. why not do that for the competition?“ jaeyun said to munbin as beomgyu walked to the far side of both of them.

“that’s not bad!” munbin gasped, pointing a finger to jaeyun.

but it was then that jaeyun noticed you approaching, munbin was curious as to what jaeyun was staring at, spotting you as well. “oh sick, it’s her!” munbin whispered.

jaeyun winked to munbin as he looked over at beomgyu. since munbin was in the middle, he nudged beomgyu with his shoulder getting his attention. beomgyu glanced to munbin

“what’s up? i was listening i swear, sk8ter boi is-“

“look up” jaeyun said cutting beomgyu off

beomgyu then looked up confused as to why their tone was soft suddenly. he took notice of the familiar figure with headphones as his gaze softens

oh, that’s why. he thought to himself as you made your way down the hallway.

he wanted to say something but even as talkative as he usually is, his tongue was in a knot. he was excited to see you but the type of excited that made his stomach to hurdles.

you were staring at the window til you saw someone looking at you, making eye contact for a split second and looked back outside. not realizing it was him, you passed without any interaction.

he felt disappointed, although he doesn’t think he would’ve known what to say anyway. he then processed your dejected expression, a second after you passed them, affecting his own facial expression.

he looks up to munbin and jaeyun who were already looking at him with identical smug smirks. teasing him no doubt.

he jumped “why are you looking at me like that?” perplexed, he playfully punches munbin’s shoulder

munbin dramatically holds his shoulder “YAH WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME AS IF I’M THE ONLY WHO WAS STARING, IT WAS JAEYUN’S IDEA”

they both look to jaeyun as he proceeds to dramatically hold out his hand as he begins to sing that song from cinderella “so this is loooveee~”

“you better start running” beomgyu deadpanned

jaeyun broke a laugh and quickly ran ahead, beomgyu chased after him leaving munbin behind.

for this scene;

bolded text is y/n pov, slanted text is beomgyu pov

per usual, you were the first to arrive. you felt a bit too self anxious to dance so instead you decided to see what you had done of that song so far.

you decided to go over the chords on souha’s piano instead of guitar, you just needed a new feel of something.

you started.

some times i go blurry eyed

alone, he was making his way up the stairs up to the practice room, the other had gone to grab drinks and snacks.

small talk and you tell me that you’re on fire

he then heard the voice again, and it was more clear this time

lights on and it’s black and white

he looked into that dark room which held the same girl who laminated the room with this yellow-brown-pink hue.

i couldn’t stay forever

your voice sounded so hurt, it tugged at his heart. he was focused on you and your voice.

i get alone sometimes and i miss you again

he was in a dream, it was blurry atmosphere, your voice was ringing in his head.

i’ll be the love of your life inside your head

his bottom lip was dropped

when the night is over

when has real people ever sounded like that before he thought

don’t call me up, i’m already under

he had never heard the song before, but he was sure not make the same mistake letting it pass by. so sure to ask you

“what song is that?”

you looked up in surprise

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized

“no no, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you were watching” as you scratched

he motioned if he could enter the room. nodding your head, he smiled as he nodded his while timidly landing his first foot inside.

you looked to the side, portable piano in your lap. side eyeing him then turning your head to face him. he sat down in front you.

you were avoiding eye contact because you felt awkward til you decided to look at him and fight it off for now. it was the polite thing to do.

you both look back at each other at the same time, causing you both to quickly avert eyes again.

you didn’t know what to do

he let out a laugh, you face him as he was looking down then faces you.

“anyway, what song was it?” he asked looking down at the piano as were you.

“oh it was a song i made last night, it doesn’t have a name but-“ he cut you off

“you wrote it?” with wide eyes, his head moving slightly closer to the piano. he sounded shocked

“oh- yeah, me. i’m not a professional, i know, but i did try and i think i’ll get better if i continue to do so!” you were beginning to question if they turned off the air conditioning after school because you felt your ears heat up.

you looked him in awe of the piano. he must really like pianos you thought.

“are you crazy?” he chuckled as he looked up at you

“your talent and ability is so incredibly touching y/n!” he said in a smiling tone at you.

“ohhh, thanks” you smiled weakly back

he was so in awe of you, you couldn’t help but strengthen your smile. it was hard to hold back.

he looked away, he felt his ears start to burn up as well.

“by the way, i wanted to ask you something” he suddenly changed the topic.

“hm? what is it?” giving him permission to ask you

“what’s my name?” he faced you seriously

oh no

this won’t be good

“your name?” you asked while looking up to the ceiling.

“y/nnnniee, my name” he said trying to catch your eyes back onto him.

“uh, well you knooow” trying to catch a glimpse of his uniform only for him to cover it.

“no cheating!” he said “y/n my name?”

you were looking everywhere “oh uh you know, you’ve got one, i got one, everyones got a name.” you tried prolonging it.

“YOU’RE STALLING!” he said moving forward

“AM NOT!” you moved forward as well

“YOU DON’T KNOW IT!” he yelled

“I DO! IT’S BANGU!” you yelled back

he fell back breaking out in laughter. you were left in embarrassment, making a tight smile while as you watched him dying of laughter.

he got up wiping his tears, recovering from his giggle fit, he continued “it’s beomgyu y/n!” he said “choi beom gyu”

“oh shut up” you pushed his shoulder back as you laugh it off his head was down still chuckling

“you’re gonna choke from laughing, it’s very possible” you said in a pessimistic tone looking down at his hair

“then you shall be found guilty” he mocked

he had finished laughing, he smiled up at you, while you too found yourself smiling at him

you stayed like that for a bit, looking at each other. it was hard to break the eye contact.

that was until the lights turned on, you both looked to see minji and kyor looking at you two confused.

“what are you two doing in the dark?” minji asked as she approached her guitar.

“oh y/n was showing me a song she wrote” beomgyu replied for you

“in the dark? gazing into each others eyes?” minji teased you both overly emphasizing the way she spoke.

“WE WEREN’T GAZING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES!” you said defensively

“we sort of were though” beomgyu said

“YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” you yelled back to him

the three of them laughed at you.

“this is so embarrassing” you said as you buried your face in your palms

beomgyu was startled by a sudden vibration, his phone vibrated to what you assume was someone from his band.

yeol jin: were outside! could you help us, jiuin’s bag broke since it was heavy so we need extra pairs of hands.

beomgyu: oh sure, on my way!

he put his phone in his bag as he got up. “hey, my bandmates need help carrying snacks up, i’ve got to go” he said as he slunk his bag over his shoulders.

“oh okay, so you’re leaving?” you asked feeling a bit dejected

“yeah, but you guys should stop by if you’d like! knowing them they bought too much stuff anyway. we have big appetites” he said as he walked towards the door.

surprised you were, you said

“oh okay, sure. we’ll think about it-”

“we’ll be there” you were cut off by kyor who, rested her hands on your shoulders as she gave beomgyu a thumbs up

“alright, see you guys later. bye y/n” he waved as he turned and left out the door

“so did we interrupt your date?” minji’s teasing was never ending.

“WE WEREN’T ON A DATE!”

A/N. this was a filler chapter to connect the story lines im sorry, BUT IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE. PLEASE TRUST ME! 😭

thank you for making it this far!

bandmates! [masterlist]

au. pre-debut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

!summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /high school band au /first love /yn has issues with her parents /slow burn

status. ongoing (since dec 28)

chapters.

00. see you there!

01. who was that?

02. you shall be found guilty

03. slap my wrist

04. untitled (drafts)

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bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

!summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /high school band au /mentions of physical abuse

03. slap my wrist

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choibeomgyu: Are you all downstairs? choiyeoljin: Yeah but dont worry, we ran into a few of jiu's friend's and decided to help. choiyeoljin: Were on our way up! choibeomgyu: Oh okay, make sure you have the gummies! choiyeoljin: And no thank you? I'll eat them all myself choibeomgyu: NOOOOO WAIT PLEASE I'M SORRY! choibeomgyu: THANK YOU YEOL JIN YOU'RE THE BEST EVEN IF YOUR VOICE ISN'T AS GOOD AS MINE! choiyeoljin: IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER? choibeomgyu: Yes indeed, it was. choiyeoljin: Anyways, head to the classroom where the other band practices. choiyeoljin: You know, the one with the girl you like to stalk. choibeomgyu: I WASN'T STALKING HER!?

he exhales heavily.

a second later he hears yeoljin and the band making their way up the stairs.

deciding to meet them halfway, he jogs down.

"oh hey, there you are" jiu says as they find beomgyu making his way towards them.

"here let me carry those" as he grabs the bag from jiu's hand.

"oh thanks. by the way, this is souha and aeri"

they all exchange greetings, resuming their journey up the stairs

"so why the sudden change in location?" beomgyu turns his head

"well these two were kind enough to help us and their room was already set up, they suggested if it was alright to move venues!" yeoljin exclaimed excitedly to have more company

"the more the merrier!" aeri shouted as she lifted the drinks she was holding in the air and everyone laughs as they all have arrived.

you three were shocked to find more than one band members following behind souha and aeri.

"what's going on? what's the occasion?" you ask puzzled. minji interrupts you asking

"and who are THOSE for?" sharp tone and straight to the point

"for ME?" she reaches for one of the drinks in souhas' hand, only for her to lift it up out of reach.

"yep! and it was all my idea"

yeol jin barges in the middle with his hands on his hips.

"oh was it?"

jiu inquires ramming a bottle of coke into yeoljin's stomach.

"AISH! WHAT IS WITH YOU ALL AND BEING VIOLENT"

he yelps in pain gripping the bottle of coke to his stomach with his back arched.

beomgyu sneaks up behind yeoljin with two drinks, handing one to souha.

“well let’s start eating before the drinks become warm” he says holding up a bottle of sprite.

“cheers!”

-

you were glad to see everyone was getting along swiftly, you were beginning to think of the excitement of a rival band, you were lost in your head sitting by aeri.

naturally, after some time you grew a bit thirsty from the snacks

"do we have enough drinks?" you asked

"well hana and i are okay with sharing this cola and kyor is drinking from her water bottle" jiu says sitting between kyor and hana.

we overestimated the amount of drinks beomgyu and his friends had bought, so he had to end up sharing.

“well everyone was suppose to drink 1, and i left one in the bag for y/n to get” yeol jin adds on.

you were confused, “but there wasn’t any drinks left when you told me to check” tilting your head. he could’ve sworn he left one in there.

“oh was that for y/n? i thought no one was drinking that one” beomgyu jumps in, a few heads turning to him.

munbin snickers hiding his head behind jaeyun’s

“shoot, y/n you can still take it if you want, i only drank once” beomgyu gestures his drink towards you. your eyes gleam in worried shock.

HIS DRINK? you inwardly scream hiding more of the shock behind your pretty exterior

“i-“ before you were be able to say anything aeri buds in suggesting, "then it’s settled? beomgyu can just share drinks with y/n" placing a hand on beomgyu’s shoulder.

minji chokes on her drink

“HELLO? I’M DRINKING THAT TOO?!” souha yells taking the drink away from minji.

“HOW CAN YOU NOT EXPECT ME TO REACT THAT WAY? THAT PRETTY BOY SHARING WITH OUR BABY? NO WAY, NOT HAPPENING” minji says placing her hands on her hips glaring at beomgyu.

“WAIT Y/N YOU CAN TAKE IT! I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO IN A BIT! BUT YOU DONT HAVE TO IF YOU DONT WANT TO!” he turns towards you, raising his hands in defense.

“Y/N YOU ARE NOT DRINKING FROM HIS MOUTH!”

“W-WHAT?”

beomgyu flinches, his face is beet red.

“SHE CAN DRINK FROM THE BOTTLE, WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT FROM MY MOUTH-“

“THAT’S THE SAME THING!!!”

“JEEZ I’M FINE WITHOUT DRINKING, BOTH OF YOU QUIT FIGHTING! I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE LATER ANYWAY” you scolded them for being so disruptive and LOUD.

minji hums in frustration crossing her arms. beomgyu on the other hand brings his legs to his chest, back aligning the wall. burying his face in his palms.

jiu brings a palm to her forehead sighing heavily while souha just laughs. rubbing - now both - minji and jiu’s shoulders

“man, i have feeling we should all hang out more” yeol jin chuckles

an hour or so after some board games, a tense piano contest between your two bands' respective pianist, and yeoljin telling stories about himself while a few of the girls dozed off on your shoulder.

your mom rings your phone saying she’ll be there in 5 minutes to pick you up. surprised since she rarely ever picks you up or drops off, of course you say you’ll be ready soon since she doesn’t wanna waste time. excusing yourself grabbing your bag from behind the speaks and your guitar. bidding everyone goodbye hoping to do something similar again since everyone seemed to have fun.

later in the car an old song that your mom has played way too many times for you to hate is playing and your jamming along to the radio. she turns down the volume a bit to rile backyour attention.

“so y/n?”

“yes mom?”

“i’m having a small get together with a few friends from my old neighborhood. later” she says glancing over to you

“the one you were talking about on the phone this morning?” you asked looking out the window

“oh so you heard?"

“well your laugh is hard to ignore, and you were using your phone voice”

“hush you” she says in a irritated tone

you giggle “so? what about it?”

“they want to meet the girl who looks like a boy in my facebook photos” she grins excitedly

you roll your eyes “uh, do i have choice?” you raise an eyebrow

“well no, since their shop is right over there” she states pointing with her index finger to the small corner shops, and what seems to be a music shop, ahead with a park and playground by it.

as she parked the car, you look down to unbuckle your seatbelt, leavcng you to notive that you're still dressed in your school uniform

“um, i’m still in my uniform, did you bring extra clothes?" you panic

“that’s fine, i heard her son also goes to your school. so it’ll be easier for him to recognize you” she says unbuckling her seat belt

“and i hear that hes very handsome y/n” she teases with a tone, poking your cheek

“yeah, yeah” you swat her finger away

stepping out of the car. you follow your mom to the picnic area. several heads turning your direction as you make your way down to the picnic tents

“YEONG! IS THAT YOU AND Y/N I SEE?!” a woman about the same age as your mom excitedly makes her way down to the both of you open arms.

“AHHH IT’S BEEN SO LONG, HOW’VE YOU’VE BEEN?” your mom runs ahead to her into a tight hug.

“GOOD! AND THAT MUST BE PRETTY Y/N” the lady lets go of your mom and runs up to you for a hug, almost suffocating you in the process. but you politely rub her back.

“the one and only!” your mom laughs as she watches the lady engulf you in a close hug

“i should hope so, im her only daughter” you tease smiling at your mom’s friend

“im assuming your both hungry? especially you y/n, you just came from school! come, come” she says pulling you and your mom along back to the picnic area where you see most people sitting in foldable chairs or the picnic table chatting about.

as your mom’s friend led you along the way to the food and drinks area, a couple of screams come running forward as your mom and other ladies run into a group hug jumping around in none sensical chatter.

your mom’s friend points in the direction of the food lined up on the table, guiding you along to grab some for yourself

“don’t mind them, they haven’t seen each other since your mom left for japan a years ago. but it’s so good to see you y/nie. you’re as pretty as you are in photographs!” thanking her, you watch her as she grabs a can of sprite and plate + utensils.

“just call me auntie min” you nod while she smiles from the back of the tables.

“my sons are sick of me telling them all about you two you know! you look exactly like your mom!” she says

“i hear they’re both as good looking as their mom!” your mom says making her way down to the both of you.

“pssh- well of course!” she rolls her eyes handing you and your mom a plate and drinks “hes very sweet and handsome my youngest! he goes to the same high school as you y/n” she says wrapping an arm around your mom

“come over to our home whenever yo'd like! ill make sure when he gets here, he’ll introduce himself”

“oh okay, sure” you nod shyly

a bit later after a few snacks and drinks, you excuse yourself as you were curious to see what that music shop had. auntie sue mentioned it was her music shop and gave you permission to grab one anything you’d like as a gift.

the moment you stepped in, you were awestruck by just how much instruments and dvds were lined up on the walls. the posters of the beatles to acdc or the smell of new equipment. your eyes landed on a very pretty guitar strap with red bow in the middle. very on brand of you if you ask any of the girls. every time you turned your eyes you found something even more incredible than the last.

“lee y/n..? is that you?”

wait is that-

you quickly turn to find the familiar voice, there to find a surprised beomgyu stopped at the door.

“…hey” you said. head turned towards him wide eyed, still have yet to face him.

“what are you doing here?” he said approaching you.

“my mom is reuniting with a high school friend, she asked me to tag along with her because she wanted to introduce me to her” you said watching him as he made his way next to you.

you both looked at each other for a second before you turn to face the instruments.

he fidgets a bit still processing you’re there

“so uhm… did you meet your mom’s friend?” he asked not knowing what to say

“i did, she was very nice. she also wanted me to meet her sweet and handsome son who goes apparently to the same high school as me” you said in a mocking tone.

he swayed on his heel to face you.

“oh? and how is he? handsome enough? sweet as they say? charming as ever?” he exclaimed as he brushed his hair back dramatically.

you bit back a smile “well i haven’t met anyone even close to that description, i’ll let you know if i do” you spin on your heel, back facing him”

“yeah yeah” he deadpanned as he sneaks up behind you tickling the sides of your waist, causing you to shift uncomfortably to the side.

“HEY NO STOP, GO AWAY. IM TICKLISH”

you hasten towards a pile of stacked, yet to be organized, albums escaping him.

“you willingly tell me this information, and now you’re expecting me to not do anything about it?” a playful grin growing on his face as he started inching towards you.

“hey! i thought you said you were sweet or somethi-“

you were saying until you unsuspectingly trip on a guitar, falling onto a pile of music books. the side of your wrist hits the guitar’s spine.

“Y/N!” he shouted out to you as he wasn’t able to reach out in time.

you tried to shift out the uncomfortable position not realizing there were other things your foot would hit. that was the case anyway, until another large pile of books landed on your shin.

“oh no the guitar!”— you hissed in pain, shifting as you felt the sharp tension run across your wrist “h-how is it?” worried as you tried to sit up, but failed stumbling back onto the pile of books after putting a bit of pressure on your wrist.

“the guitar is what you’re worried about right now?, not your nasty fall?” “shouldn’t i?!, it’s being sold!” you yelled, concern showering your facial features

“all i’m worried about is you” he said as tried to help but you flinch back.

“oh shoot, sorry” he apologized.

“can i have your permission y/n? i just want to help you up”

you look up to him, you knew you couldn’t have predicted what he was gonna do that. you still felt bad though.

“yeah, go ahead” he smiles softly as he pulls you up by your waist helping you sit. holding your wrist avoiding anymore pressure from being applied.

“thanks” as you look down not used to being touched.

“no problem, but you should really get some ice for that” he says as he gets up about to grab a first aid kit.

“beomgyu wait!” you look up to him, grabbing by his wrist to prevent him fron leaving. only for you to retrieve it as the sharp pain came back.

he goes back to you surprised “shoot, y/n! sorry sorry! i didn’t know. i’m sorry, what is it?” he asked kneeling down beside you.

“i’m fine beomgyu, really” as you look down to your wrist to find a red bruise on it.

your expression changed to a weary one as your eyes widen only realizing now how bad it looks. you panic

“oh nononono”

you quickly look up to face beomgyu with determined eyes and a serious expression.

“slap my wrist”

you say intently, catching him by surprise.

“what?! no! are you crazy?” taken aback as he did not expect that from you.

“come on please! maybe you can like knock it back to normal so i can play for the competition!”

you sigh out desperately, eyes wandering everywhere on the ground.

“this can’t be happening, everyone has been working and thinking about this for the past few weeks. i can’t ruin that for them, this opportunity. this is so selfish of me” you say as tears welled up in your eyes. shaking as you rub your arm.

beomgyu wants to reach out his hand to you, attempt to make you feel better, but he worries it would make you uncomfortable.

“sorry, ah geez i’m being the worst right now aren’t i?” he chuckles scratching his head.

you look up to him with a worried expression, he was the complete opposite of worst you say in your head.

why was he apologizing, he had no reason to. it’s not like he tripped you. until you saw the guilty expression on his face. you then lie your head on his arm, it was his turn to flinch as he was surprised by your unexpected movement.

honestly this was unlike you but you felt a sort of comfort from him you guess, and it was okay. right now, you thought that it was important to reassure him and for him to not misunderstand you.

he then shifts a bit more leaning to the side a bit so you can lie down on his shoulder more comfortably.

for a silent while, you quietly let tears fall from your eyes as the guilt overwhelms you not knowing what to do by what was currently on your plate.

“you’re allowed to take it easy y/n, not everything is your fault you know?” he says looking down to you in his soft voice.

you sniffle, silent for a moment longer.

“i probably am, but i can’t bring myself not to” you say still sounding nasal. he waits to see if you were gonna say anything else, before he wraps his arm around yours, caressing your shoulder.

“take a break here then with me then, just for a little while.” he says calmly as he looks over to first aid kit in the corner.

“but we do need ice before that bruise gets anymore serious, it’ll only hurt more. trust me” he helps you up hand in hand, guiding you to the back of the shop where a medium-sized couch was.

he helps you lie your legs down across the cushions as he goes to grab the first aid kit and water bottles.

“are we allowed to be here?” you asked a bit cautious

“don’t worry, my family owns this shop” he yells from the corner

“your mom is auntie min?” wide eyed moving your head forward

he laughs “well i thought we established that earlier but yeah” he says while running a cloth in cold water. he grabs a stool, reel it to sit in beside you while you’re sitting up across the small couch.

“hey um-“ he timidly gestures “can i?” pointing to your very red arm.

you stood there hesitant for a moment. clenching your hand, you switch between him and your leg unsure. but you settle for simply nodding at him.

he gently applies a cold ice pack making you wince back a bit in pain “sorry i know, it’s cold. it’ll feel better after a bit though” the usual sparkle in his eyes drop, he looks focused. rather serious

“no don’t apologize you’re doing this, you don’t even have to in the first place” you murmur. leaving him to breathe out and relax a bit.

after a few more seconds, he lets go seeing that the ice is steady, resting on your arm. he hands you a water bottle and ask “you’re from japan right?

“yeah, but im not entirely japanese, my mom is korean. my dad is—“

he looks up at you when you’ve suddenly gone quiet. studying your expression, he realize it has gone blank. your lips starting to quiver and your hand is back in a fist. hes quick to react putting an hand on your shoulder.

“h-hey hey, what’s wrong?”

you’re quick to think that now isn’t exactly the best place to break down in tears. especially with someone you’ve only recently befriended, how do people go along with this? knowing the right words, the right feelings to convey.

you felt stupid

why would you bring that him in the first place, were you not thinking? its your fault. and now look what you’ve done to yourself.

you just stayed silent, you didn’t wanna look at him you as felt ashamed in a way. you felt like a sort of monster, a despicable being. you couldn’t stand it.

“you know you’re pretty different than what my mom told me” he suddenly perked up

“wh-“

“i pictured the daughter of my moms friend who happened to moving here when i first heard of you” he said in a low tone

“i was expecting just to meet her and have a new acquaintance, if she was willing to anyway. my mom described her as a bit timid and quiet

but all i’ve ever seen from you is your abilities to fight off that specific quietness. the quiet that suffocates people til it’s the only thing they breathe. and that’s daunting isn’t it?

but i just think someone like that, wouldn’t come in the form of you. that song, your voice. oh! your dance…”

“you saw that?!” you paled

“well… yeah, but i thought it was cute” he said pulling on the collar of his shirt. he closed his eyes biting back a laugh. showing a smile with the side of cat whiskers.

he really was just beautiful, wasn’t he?

but the life to his features wasn’t their great proportions. it was the life he put in them, his life. it glowed like how good dreams would

it felt different. it definitely was different. to you anyway. feeling flushed you breathed back a lump. but he never left your sight of vision, you couldn’t miss something.

“i guess… you’re somewhat sweet” you mumbled back

he turned his head to you as yours turned away, “if i have to admit it” shifting your eyes everywhere but in his direction

he gawks a bit confused, but a moment passes he chuckles, relieved that you appeared to have finally seemed to have let him in a bit more. he leans back a bit

“i'm glad”

A/N. idk about this episod,, also ik that beomgyus' mom isn't named min nor is it confirmed, but I put that just for the sake of the plot hehe <3

then teach me

synopsis. it was a small get-together, family friends, the usual. and like the many other ones before. you sat there, quiet but composed. you never noticed though how he wishes he could steal a glance from you. only to grow curiouser and curiouser.

pairings. rich!beomgyu x rich!yn (both are in their early teens)

includes. fluff, y/n is a bit bitter & sad, y/n plays piano though!

you moved here almost 3 months ago. yet you're still not used to the spacious-vintage-old-school-rooms, so you had trouble finding the kitchen for a while there until you tripped on the metal divider on the floor.

it was dark out. so as you always did, even in japan, you washed the left-out dishes of your mom's fancy painted glass china and spaced out for a while. opening the window wide letting the night breeze rush to your face.

the old crackling stereo was quietly playing in the background, a lovely song really. listening peacefully until a foreign voice startled you.

the old crackling stereo was quietly playing in the background, a lovely song really. listening peacefully until a foreign voice startled you.

"it still smells like paint chemicals in here" he crept by the entrance. you jumped, splashing yourself with a bit of water.

“oh gosh!, you scared me” you spun around, bringing the wooden bowl to your chest, and relaxing your shoulders a bit.

“oh sorry..! i wasn’t trying to, i just…“ he says quietly. stepping foot into the room, raising a palm in solace

“no no it's okay" you figured he was probably just lost. "just go down that hallway, then up the stairs-” you pointed towards the archway behind him

he turned back following your hand's trajectory only for him to turn back towards you waving his hands close to his chest “ah- nono, i know how to get back”

“oh then, are you hungry? there are snacks in the cupboard”

“i actually wanted to uh-“

“relax?” you kept interrupting him, as you darted your eyes towards the small dining table by the patio door.

“y/n-ah, let me finish!!” he exclaimed softly

you finally looked at him “right right, go ahead. sorry” you apologized

“i wanted to talk you about how you played piano earlier in front of everyone. it was amazing”

“oh, thank you…” you said turning back around. rinsing the soapy bowl in hand. your hands were getting pruny

he looked “it was very beautiful, you looked so immersed into the song and your voice is really beautiful and-“

he suddenly stopped as soon as he saw an unreadable expression, your eyes in a daze; looking down over your shoulder

“ah- sorry did that” about to reach out a hand, he retracts it. scratching his head feeling his chest tighten by his forwardness. “make you uncomfortable?” laughing in an attempt to soothe the atmosphere

you look up startled “nono of course not! i was just- i’m not used to hearing compliments about my... well anything”

“what do you mean? everyone talks so great about you! they'd say that you’re smart, very poised, adored, ”

he listed the things already heard before, but there was a gleam in his eyes as he stared at out the window. by chance, it made it seem like he actually meant it coming from him. you were puzzled.

he was staring somewhere in the room while you were staring at him. he looked almost shy to say these things but he was trying anyway, making an effort to assure me. you noticed something else when your eyes gazed down from his. he was smiling

he's as handsome as they say he is you thought to yourself

he then looked back up at you catching you by surprise. you were having a mini panic because you spacing out ogling at him. how do you explain that to someone you just met?

“not to mention you seem nice anyway” he chuckles

your posture stiffens up a bit “oh uhm- yeah. i guess, its just the way a person says it i guess? or whatever. thank you though, but I'm not that special as to what you think. or what im assuming you think anyway of me” you expressed

“i think your wrong” he laughs quietly

“excuse me?” your head jolts up, not looking at him still

“no wait, i mean- from what i think you see yourself as. youre more than what you believe” you looked to his reflection from the dark window seal where he was staring at you from.

you just gave him a subtle glare, unsure as to what he was planning or what he meant. but you didn't wanna let your guard down.

"that one time, the maids had gotten the dessert wrong and you baked for us instead, even after your mom asked if you were getting tired"

"ahh- well... those are just times when someone could use the help, anyone would do it really. I'm shocked you remember that much"

"i still think it's cool of you either way"

you paused for a moment not knowing what to say. until you said

“if anything, i’d wish to be more like you. you have a sense of freedom, you know how to look for things you love and pursue it on your own accord” you then looked down from his gaze turning off the faucet.

you then turned to faced him. hands gripped on the counter top behind you. “im tied to what makes me enough to whomever, not that i think i am anyway. i still have ways to go” you said looking down to apron covering your floral tea dress.

“you make me seem selfish y/n”

“i guess… no wait, you’re not- THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

he glanced down and chuckled

his laugh filling the room. taken aback you didn’t expect him to laugh out of nowhere. but it was a tantalizing, echoing in your ears.

“i’m kidding, i know what you mean” he met your gaze with a teasing smirk, your ears began to sear.

a bit lost and vulnerable. your eyes darted in so many directions as your mouth drooped a bit only for you to close it in embarrassment, pursing your dimples.

“this is gonna sound bitter, but i doubt i can handle as much. to keep both stable i mean” you dried some of utensils and walked over to the cupboards to lay them neatly away

“maybe for someone who’s good at it like you, this comes off as irresponsible and lazy. but i just wanna cling onto whatever steadiness i can feel, even if i might me deluding my self” you let out a laugh, “bitter no?”

you were so focused on what you were doing you didn’t realize until he turned on the faucet to wash his hands and grabbed the remaining utensils on the dish dryer to help you.

“it sounds like you resent me a bit for that” he said as he handed you a few forks he dried up.

you timidly took the forks thanking him.

you sighed and smiled bitterly "its something i dont understand, that’s all" you then turned around and away from him. taking the plates, drying them and opening the cupboards.

you couldn’t reach the high shelf, you then tried tippy toeing but that too failed.

“here” he said looming over you, finding his hand under yours.

you handed the plates to him and watched as he put them away without a problem. you both were almost the same height, not that much taller than you. it just so happened the extra 2-3 inches came in handy for him.

“thanks” spinning around to face him looking down at you, your eyes widened a bit by how close he was. he too was shocked but became lost as his eyes roamed your facial features. you were able to have a better look at him,

that was when the winds speed smacked against the window, startling you both.

you looked away awkwardly, as did he. pursing your lips you slipped right from under him. heading towards the sink again.

“i can teach you if you want” he said looking back at you

you fumble several of the ceramic tableware in your hands, taking in sharply that these plates not only cost a fortune but will shatter easily.

“p-pardon?” you turn back ungraciously

“wait no that sounds wrong, not like that!” hands waving up in defense

“i- what is then?” you ask

for a second he pauses but straightens his posture, fixes his hair, then walks up towards you reaching out a hand.

“choi beomgyu”

“i already know your name”

“just- i mean, y/l/n y/n.”

“hmm?”

“i’ll teach you everything there is to know on becoming someone like me”

he winked with a smile, staring intently at you.

“uh- no, word that better” you teased raising an eyebrow

“charming, self-assured, confident- you know what i mean!”

“do i?”

“just shake my hand y/n-ah”

you giggled, smiling down at the hand he held out as you took your hand in his.

“then teach me”

A/N. so my tumblr has been being SOOOOO rude and not showing up on hashtags, but it was recently fixed THANK GOD. so now i’m uploading this thing i wrote when i was feeling sad 🥲🥲

should i do part 2?

sneak peak of;

HE calls me !cupid?

!synopsis. you knew it well, in the mornings you made your way down to his classroom. his charming looks, clever wit, gentle nature and unbelievably high grades; was not easily found in this day in age and he was known throughout the entire school for it. similarly to you, famous for the true and easygoing personality, you had an uncanny ability to make anyone smile by your observant nature. &most notoriously famous for your honest crush on the campus heartthrob.

!pairings. student!beomgyu 📩 student!reader

to say a lot of people liked him was an understatement, anyone, whoever it was, surrounding him was amazed.

and that of course meant teenage girls, especially those attending the high school. and valentines day to most of them was a day beomgyu had seemed to be glistening in more ways than one. hence the many more chocolates, more than usual anyway.

and that of course meant teenage girls, especially those attending the high school. and valentines day to most of them was a day beomgyu had seemed to be glistening in more ways than one. hence the many more chocolates, more than usual anyway.

and how were you considering the tight competition?

valentines day? pfft, childs play

you knew the game, and you knew him even better.

already around 7:30AM (30 minutes before class) girls had been stopping by so early just to see if they would get a reaction out of him.

receiving many chocolates, so much so that some fell off his desk as it was a very crowded vicinity.

he wasn’t surprised by that, he expected it. he knew he would get that much,

but he was expecting chocolates from some 1 in particular.

&to what he didn't know was a surprising gift he did not expect.

the hallways were crowded so he wasn’t able to spot you when you had already arrived dressed as cupid per yearbook comity request.

you were surprised to find him standing by his classroom door, leaning on the frame.

he looked nervous you thought, was he waiting for someone?

who? hm i wonder

you were responsible for filming this year’s valentines activities for the yearbook and documenting everything for today's particular occasion & affairs, and technically you were on the task being as this was a matter of the heart.

and so you took out the camera.

and pressed record.

still looking around, his expression softens. a smile as soon as he focuses in on someone making their way down the hallway holding a camera, walking towards him.

-

“say cheese!” you said enthusiastically looking up at him

faced to face with him as he looked down at the camera. a smirk grew on his face while looking at you. in the most attractive way possible. a smile you’ve never seen before. your insides were stirring.

in awe of the sight, you felt yourself slowly lowering the camera. and there he was, dreamy as ever. he looked like he was staring at something he adored, it was insanely charming of him. a sweet drug. you knew it better than anyone else that the addiction was something you weren’t planning on quitting any time soon.

you snicker, shoulders bouncing up. leaving a glistening smile on your face. you were just happy to have a chance to see him today.

"well hello there, nice costume cupid, it suits you" he says as his laugh breaks out into a wide smitten smile. you felt a bit embarrassed

"thank you!" as you scrunch your nose up. gesturing playfully pretending to use the prop that was cupid's bow

his lips curl up as he breathes out a laugh.

"i'm gonna sound really narcissistic but i wanna ask-"

"happy valentines day, choi beomgyu"

you say finishing his question before he has the chance to say it.

he looked down at your gift in awe, it was more than chocolates. you held a pink sand pail, a white string tied to the handle, flowing off the sides.

he was most surprised to find it filled with variety types of gummies, his favourites, a CD, and a small bear plush sitting on top of them.

he can’t believe you remembered, his love for gummies, the sandbox story you let him ramble on about, that he loves air supply's music, and his favourite colours. plus his adoration for bears, although that detail wasn't hard to remember since everyone knew.

but he couldn't wrap his head around how much creativity it took to make such a gift with so many special meanings behind each detail.

unable to process what you were holding, still, his hand raised up to his face mouth dropped, retrieving his hand for a second but then back again. you laughed at his malfunctioned but cute reaction.

"...can I really-" he asked still in shock as he couldn't bring himself to-

"take it" you let out a laugh "I obviously made it for you" you said looking at him bright-eyed. his face began to heat up staring at you.

he finally takes it &his smile softens as his eyes stare smitten at the gift.

gosh were so relieved that he liked it, because you've been collecting those things for a while, you wanted it to be special. and how awarded you felt right now to see him more than like it.

"woah..." he says combing through the gifts, you chuckle at the sight. he looked like an overjoyed kid but it seems he didn't care about that right now, he was so happy.

spacing out, caught up in how truly glad you were, you were surprised to find him looking at you. "ah- yes? what is-" he suddenly walks towards you, engulfing you in a really intimate hug. "geez you spoil me too much you know?” his voice buzzes in your hair. it makes your insides turn. “thank you, I really love it” he says hugging you a bit tighter.

"i'm glad you like it!" you manage to peep out still surprised to find him hugging you so tightly. you would hug him back but your arms were caught folded up to your chest so tight.

"you're gonna end up suffocating her hyung" taehyun interrupts.

you both quickly jump apart.

later you find a note with red strings tied through a hole in the paper on your locker as you made it back from the photography meeting.

I promise someday you'll find somebody more than this.

confused as to who sent you this, you open your locker only to have papers spilling out. was I in such a rush this morning I left these unattended? you thought to yourself feeling a bit upset at your lack of carefulness.

you quickly pick up the papers only to find that they were sheets of stickers, there were so many you couldn't even count. you hover a hand over your mouth shocked as you weren't expecting to see all this. astronomy stickers, heart stickers, japanese &french food stickers, bunny stickers, music stickers, red fruit stickers, literature-themed stickers. but what caught your attention, was the abundant amount of bear stickers.

you smile sweetly at them realizing who left them for you

you hug the stickers briefly only to quickly retrieve them as you don't wanna ruin or wrinkle them.

and as you packed away the presents one by one, observing each one so very carefully, you had failed to notice the 2 pairs of eyes spying on you attentively.

"man you're down bad" yeonjun whispers behind beomgyu

"SHHH, and no. i'm simply returning the favour" beomgyu aggressively whispers as he swats away his older friend standing behind him, still watching you from behind the wall receive his gift. he quietly giggles, smiling stupidly.

yeonjun grimaces at his response and how he wishes he could take a photo without beomgyu noticing because of how stupid he looks.

but he finds his face slowly turning into a loving smile at the sight of his smitten younger friend, he's never seen beomgyu so lovesick over anyone.

relieved that he had finally found it. he thought to himself

take care of him y/n

you were right under my nose

pairings. choi!beomgyu 🧸 girl!reader

plot; A girl he met by a chance, an odd one. Beomgyu didn’t quite understand why he felt so oddly at ease by you, so very familiar in a stranger such as y/n. But as time passes, gaining more understanding of this individual Y/n, it’s that his heart fell first without realizing it. And so abruptly.

content. fluff, it’s angst and fluff

It plagued his mind, it didn’t make sense to him,

why no one really saw it,

how anyone could miss out on so much just sitting right in front of them. they wished for an angel, a sort of rarity feeling you find in perfect idols, a flawless feeling of ‘i was meant to find you’, the feeling of getting high on a perfect love, a turning heads kind of person.

And yet you were right there, so much more sitting right under their noses as you meant everything you said, the things you you say, the stories you tell, fears you overcome everyday. You only truly sought for what you thought was right, your laugh, your heart, the way your hand felt, or the way your smile met your eyes.

“Beomgyu look! it’s right there!!” you squealed. He watched as your hair shined in waves, your dress bounced as you ran off into the scene of petals. You spinned giggling, completely mesmerized by something of nature that happened everyday. The cherry blossoms petals falling from the trees was not anything near phenomenal, it was as pedestrian as watching a sunset. But it had nothing on the sun’s gleam or how nice the flowers bloomed when you were smack dab in the middle of it all.

It was the spell that made everything and anything remind him of moments he shared with you. The little things that reminded him of you. By a spell you casted, and a spell he was under, he was certain this was something he would give a limb or his left arm to relive for the first time once again.

“isn’t it pretty?!!” you yelled over to him from a distance.

His eyes focus in on you, you entirely, for what you were, this feeling, who he could be around you, what his world became,

“…extremely” he whispers under his breath.

He was in for it wasn’t he?

a/n. Recently, my mental health has really been on the brink of everything, and I’m really struggling to get by everyday. So please bare with my very random post schedule and inconsistency for now. At least for as long as I try to fix the wonkiness inside my head. I promise I’ll get better with posting and finish all the oneshots I promised.

- love, pixie <3

p.s. ily viennana

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august? — easy there, noona

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. ages are adjusted as characters are only in high school! possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

Middle School

Last year of High School (now)

MASTERLIST — Next Chapter

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august? — choi beomgyu

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

FEATURES. TXT; BEOMGYU, HUENINGKAI, YEONJUN/STRAYKIDS; HYUNJIN, IN/ LESSERAFIM; CHAEWON, POSSIBLY KAZUHA/ ITZY; CHAERYOUNG & RYUJIN/ ATEEZ; YEOSANG/ ENHYPEN; SUNGHOON, JUNGWON/ AESPA; NINGNING, KARINA/ TWICE; SANA, TZUYU, MINA/ SEVENTEEN; JEONGHAN, WONWOO, JOSHUA

PROFILES; tall people + yn / 2 baddies 2 baddies, 2 nerds 💀 / more gcs’ to come!

00. Prolog ue

01. can't wait for monday

02. i think that's his name

04. shut up! shut up!

05. i adore her!

06. shut your pie hole!

07. get well soon

08. no comment

09. victorious slaps bro

10. it’s good to have you back

11. it’s not like she’s the first girl you’ve rejected

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august? — 01. can't wait for Monday

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

WORD Count: 8.3k

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

[Thursday, March 2 2016]

When you first heard of the Band that was being thrown together and they were in need of members by a few other kids your age was from flyers being handed out by Chaeryoung, your heart fluttered at the thought of joining.

So that was exactly you did. And though you felt the need to puke at the idea of stumbling into that audition room and forgetting how to sing or messing up the lyrics was the last thing you wanted to happen, you were still here anyway!

“YLN Y/N” were the last words you heard before stepping in middle of the stage, introducing yourself, the position you were auditioning for, and then the beginning of the instrumental of If it is You by Jung Seung Hwan. In which was the music on the disc you gave the teachers to play on the speakers for your audition.

And of course, Wonyoung and Hyunjin cheering at the very back of the crowd of students with a big white plaster board paper saying “We Love You YL/N YOU, Y/N! FIGHTING! Before they were hushed by other students and teachers near them, that is.

The butterflies in your stomach that came with the Silence of the crowd and then the eruption of applause from the crowd was probably the feeling like everyone was watching you do the very thing that kindles in your heart so very deeply. And then have people enjoy it too, was probably the best feeling in the world.

That of course, falling before the feeling you felt when jumping and cheering up and down while hugging Wonyoung and Hyunjin after reading the audition’s listings and your name printed beside Main Vocalist.

Unrelated to your acceptance, another thing you took note was the person Hyunjin and Wonyoung were talking about over text after your audition had scored themselves a place on the listings as the Lead Guitarist.

[Monday, April 18th 2016]

Aside from requiring one teacher representative for your band, the band had all the freedom to practice where you all chose and play whatever songs as long as the representing teacher deems the song appropriate. With that in mind, til this day you still didn’t understand how we got the song sk8ter boi by avril lavigne in our practice list.

As for practice—which has only happened 5 times so far—has been held in either the classroom reserved for band activities or your keyboard player’s garage, Kang Yeosang.

Who was also close friends with the Guitarist whom you finally learned the name of! Choi Beomgyu. You did think he looked a bit intimidating at first, but you came to re-adjust your initial impression as he seemed like he had a good personality. It wasn't a bad thing of course, but for some reason that made you feel like you wanted to start digging a hole in the room.

Even during the first meeting officially as a band, you can tell he was popular, and not because of the girls or boys who would stop by and lingered during practice, but because of his energy he made in the room and conducted onto everyone else without even realizing they had been swayed. Guessing that’s why people like him so much you thought to yourself.

"Hey Y/N?," A voice, who belonged to Yeji, spoke up from behind as you were setting up your mic-stand. You hummed in acknowledgement.

"We're going to a coin karaoke later, you should come if you'd like." she said gesturing to Jeongin, who was dangling his arms off the drum set, and your other bandmates. Everyone previously setting up their instruments, but their attention now fixated on you.

You blinked a couple of times before you open your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You looked at Chaeryoung carrying her bass, who was wide-eyed and hoping an answer from you that went along the lines of yes. But beside her whom you didn't realize was also awaiting an answer from you. Choi Beomgyu.

Your fingers were picking your lips as you struggled to think of an explaination for your of going out whenever you pleased, but you ended up settling for the same explanation Hyunjin and Wonyoung heard when they invited you out for the first time.

"I don't go out a lot, my parents don't think it’s a good idea.” you fretted, failing to maintain eye-contact with Yeji or anyone, your focus is how you’re fiddling with your mic’s cord out of hesitation. “And even when I do, it’s only for a little bit when I'm with Hyunjin or—"

"You should bring Hyunjin then!" Yeji said before you could finish what you were saying.

You were shocked. It seemed as if she was trying to go out of her to make sure you would come along. but that isn’t it… right? She was being patient with you, but it’s the type of patience that makes you feel like they’re upset but trying to persevere anyway. You are too but the difference is that they’re taking initiative, while you only continue to shoot down any sort of opportunities. Not on purpose, your parents are really unpredictable, and it would be preferable for your sanity if they remained neutral by not testing the waters of their unpredictable insanity.

"Are you sure?" you asked weary.

"All of us always hang out after practice to eat food or sometimes even sleepovers, but you leave before we have the chance to invite you." she says, her voice carrying the weight of her regret. You look around to find everyone else wearing the same impression. Oh. Oh no

This is right about the time for someone who wasn't trying to avoid their invitation would say Oh no, that's not it at all! Except for you, that's exactly what you’ve been doing.

You focus on Yeji to see her expression doesn’t waver, you come to realize how much they all must want you to go along with them from the start. To grow closer as a band the six of you, and you’ve been rejecting it. You feel this dough of guilt in your stomach uncomfortably shift and turn.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t realize I—, I never realized it.” you begin stuttering because you never noticed. And in all honesty, you thought you were doing them a favour. A really bad plan you now realize, but good intentions to not burden them with whatever baggage you can’t seem to shake off around with you, and at all times. Wishing now you should’ve realized that avoiding people only delay a much more intense meeting for the future.

You don’t know why, and you’re usually able to control your breathing much better these days, except right now here with your bandmates. “I don’t mean to offend any of you purposely, I know I could’ve dealt with this so much better- if only I had known better I—”

“Hey no Y/N,” Yeosang who was previously standing by his keyboard, now making a beeline over to you, standing in the middle. “It’s all good, come on, breathe with me.” he says, his eyes looking softly into yoursas his hands gesture the act of inhaling and exhaling, helping you catch your breath.

This was so embarrassing, was there a reason as to why you always start to hyperventilate when in the middle of a mistake. A wrongful doing. Especially in front of people? Your bored Dad and clueless Mom. Both are very lenient towards their own flaws and imperfections, but harsh judges when it comes to others who lack any form of physical and mental flaws and imperfection. Especially towards their imperfect daughter. You

You’re aware this isn’t good a habit of yours, to always freak out in places where your imperfections are in a much more vulnerable light, than when you’re alone working on them. But when you’re in the state of searching for some kind of relief, panic and the thoughts running through your mind are the first thing you turn to anyway.

But what brought you out of that state was when you felt Yeosang’s hand on your back, gently caressing it up and down. Looking up to face him, you take note how calmly and patiently he is, letting you take your time. You give him a tight lipped smile and small bow of thanks, in which he understands. He gives you a thumbs-up and nods before walking back to his position behind his piano, leaving behind a something burning in your chest.

“We do think it’s a bummer you were always leaving, but you really shouldn’t worry too much,” Jeongin says suddenly.

“We’re all new, sort of, but building trust and stuff like that isn’t going to happen right away.” speaks out to you, he gestures for the space between you two.

"And we’re fixing it now, we just don't want this—"

"the gap to grow. I know, I know" you finished for him, guiltily staring down at the floor. Jeongin stares at you from at his drumset a moment longer, weary yet hoping that something had done to improve your mood somehow. That was before he had realized the small pout over your lips. He couldn’t hold back a light chuckle that his chest heaved out of him.

"Yeah, you got it.” he affirmed you of your previous statement. Chuckling to himself, he is looking down at his hands that are readjusting his grip on his drumsticks, a smirk hidden from your view.

Yeji clears her throat just then, "All of us are in this band together, and we’re all having fun getting to know one another. And y’know, we still have our vocalist left. I hope it helps to know that we really don’t mean any harm."

"No, of course not! I know that…" you breathed out.

"And that's not why I-" making an effort to form the right words into a sentence, "I-I'll just have to call my Mom and let her know." You gave in, unprecedentedly lifting pounds of weight off ofyour chest and on a new one.

Yeji's face lit up in a smile while the boys looked rather shocked from your answer, especially Jeongin for some reason, and Chaeryoung who put their bass down on its stand just to run up to you, and hug you. Which surprised you, but you hugged her back anyway.

You found it comforting as you failed to notice the shy-chary smile making its way onto your face or the fact that the guitarist has had his eyes fixated on you the whole time.

[Friday, April 30 2016 / 7:47PM]

For the past week, you’ve gone to a Noraebang, and an ice cream parlour. To which Hyunjin, as well as Wonyoung refused to attend because they both believe this is your opportunity to branch out individually. You did argue the fact that Hyunjin and Yeji are cousins and it wouldn’t really make a difference since they all know each other prior, but they insisted that they only show up to pick up and drop you off to your home to prevent your Mom from worrying.

You still don’t understand how Hyunjin managed to convince your Mom to let you hang out much later than usual, and especially this sleepover at Chaeryoung's place to which your Mom had allowed you to sit in on because of her surprising familiarity with Beomgyu’s parents. But that might also have to do with the fact that she wants you to grow closer with Mrs. Choi’s son. Whom she learned was going to a Band sleepover over the phone with his mother.

What a coink-ki-dink!

But regardless of that, you're not sure if it's because she doesn't wanna seem unfriendly in front of someone who isn't family, because she really didn't mind, or because she really liked Mrs. Choi that much. Whatever it was, she made you promise not to mention it to your Dad whatsoever and act like you weren't even out at all.

To hide it from him.

But because this was a sleepover, my Mom said that she'll reason with him and to just have fun. An odd feeling of security filled up my insides just then, and it felt nice. But something in my gut told me things weren’t finished just yet

And just like that, you found yourself here. In Chaeryoung's living-room. Everyone had gone to unpack some more and change into their Pajama, while you on the other hand who had arrived first, surprised Chaeryoung when she opened the door to a you, all excited in your Sleeping Attire all ready and eager for the night to begin.

You all started by going through her father’s collection of CDs and movies, eating the food her Mom had prepared and playing hide and seek around her house, to which you won every single time. Once everyone decided they were tired, that left you here, waiting for them. And them who is taking an oddly long amount of time. You can hear the giggling from Chaeryoung's room and then the boys being rowdy in the guest room.

For some reason, this was all a bit... weird.

You felt uneasy from this pang in yourself you couldn't shake nor understand, an overwhelming weight on your chest, one you felt was dizzying that led you to where you found yourself next; your back on the carpet, lying down facing the ceiling above you with your eyes closed. Your mind wandering over how you've gotten yourself here whilst you stared into nothing.

To think you were only in the position from no-friends to Hyunjin & Wonyoung, and now it's those two wackos to the group of your big group of bandmates. It felt strange.

In the past people got mad at you for the tiniest remarks, all taken out of context, but you didn't understand why it was alright when they too made painful jokes. Painful jokes that you learned to take light-heartedly. You didn't understand why they couldn’t hold the same consideration and respect for you and what was so different and wrong about you.

But regardless, you took it in and apologized.

But this? It was new, all of it. And you couldn't tell whether or not that you’re here is because they felt obligated to invite you for your position in the band or because they really did want you to be here, with them.

Another issue was how you don’t know how you feel about all this either. It wasn't too long ago - before Hyunjin and Wonyoung - you had never imagined yourself to begin accepting other people in your life. You had gotten used to the quiet, how no one wanted you around, or how you learned that you just needed to do better while it was better to keep everyone at an arms length. To prevent hurting someone again. To keep them from the frustration of dealing with you. But if you were to be entirely honest, it was another way of protecting yourself from losing more parts of yourself you've lost and were taken from people who ridiculed you along the way.

It was then you were so deep in thought, drowning out all and every background noise in the house, you failed to notice the boy who sat down beside your tense figure.

“Y/N? You alright?” he asked peering over you.

You slowly lift your eyelids as you realize how tired you are and how comfortable it was lying down. You look up and over to your right side to find him looking down at you curiously. You don’t know if it’s because you don’t know him well or because you’re tired but one can say there’s hints of weariness in his eyes as well.

But that’s when it hits you that he found you lying down on the carpet, with your eyes closed, maybe if this was someone else this would be okay, but it’s still embarrassing since this isn’t your house to act so familiar in.

You sat up immediately brushing off your wrinkly clothes and combing your already perfect hair. “Sorry, I was just thinking about some things.” you confessed, turning around to face him.

“Nothing to apologize for, it’s been a long day right?” he smiled at you. To which you look away from him and over shoulder then the carpet instead. “Yeah, that’s it.” you breathed out.

“So… what’s up then?” he then continues, catching you off guard and scooting closer to you. Removing your focus from your hands and now onto him; currently sitting back straight in front of you, all bright eyed and curious as ever.

You suddenly feel self-conscious of your hunched back. In which you end up fixing and clearing your throat. Still avoiding his gaze.

And before silence could begin to fill the atmosphere, you spoke up again in attempt to push away his attempt at a formal conversation with you. “It’s really nothing interesting anyway, probably shallow and immature too. Y’know, not worth hearing?”

"Maybe, if that's what you think it is. But do you really think whatever it was immature and shallow?—"

Just then a voice spoke up from the hallway, interrupting Beomgyu “Hey guys, were at the fire pit in the backyard, you coming?” Yeosang suddenly appeared.

“Be there in a minute.” Beomgyu says getting up. He lends you a hand, a hand you feel would be too rude to reject, you hesitantly, yet surely, take. Pulling you up to your feet, him tilting his head forward slightly giving you a look of concern, you giving him a tight lipped smile of reassurance and both of you letting go before you both knew it.

“Right... See you outside then.” he waves you both off before he makes his exit. His slippers making the tapping sound against Chaeryoung’s wooden floors. You’re not sure why but you found it endearing. Home-like.

You see Beomgyu begin to walk in the direction Yeosang had walked down until he stopped suddenly and turned on his heels to fave you. With an unsure look, he locks eyes with you. “So… not that it’s not be any of my business, but are you sure you’re okay?” He asks cautiously.

You're taken by surprise “I uh— just… don’t mind me. Seriously, all good here.” you reassure of his question.

That was until you see him from the corner of your eye nodding his head as he turns back around and starts leaving.

“Wait Beomgyu!” You embarrassingly call out to him, scolding yourself in your head for not making up your mind sooner. He stops and turns back around to face you. Looking up from your, you find his eyes to be focused on you.

“Why- um…” You fidget in place awkwardly, your eyes fixed on the patterns on the carpet in front of you instead of on the boy you're actually talking to.

You don't know why you feel embarrassed in front of him nor are you usually this bold and come time you do find some kind of confidence in yourself to be so, you’re usually an awkward mess.

Taking a deep breath, you form the confusion in your head into a sentence. “Why are you being so nice… to me?”

Beomgyu just blinks, sort of in a way that he seemed like he was expecting something else to come out of your mouth. What was he expecting?

He shifts uncomfortably. There's this look on his face as if the next thing he's about to say carries the substance of a bomb. “I guess you can call me a fan of yours” He confesses diffidently.

Your eyes shot wide as soon as the words left his mouth. Slowly trailing your eyes back onto Beomgyu, you're met with the sight of a sheepish smile, dimple lines in under his eye, a boy averting your gaze as he scratches the back of his neck, and a pink hue decorating his cheeks.

You just stood there facing him slightly, similar to him a few moments ago. You didn't know what words you were expecting to come out of his mouth, but it certainly wasn't that.

"What do you mean?"

He lifted his head a bit higher as he let a soft chuckle escape from his lips. "The gymnasium during the auditions looking for a vocalist, I was at the Vocalist auditions supporting a friend who was auditioning. You went before him." he says as if he's carefully navigating through his memory. Or as if it's the possibility that he remember that day very well, like he doesn't want to forget a single thing.

He locks eyes with you. Not much signs of nervousness were found on his face, just an endearing gaze. "I didn't know our school had someone with your voice, to say everyone was amazed is an understatement. You were so cool, I never knew someone my age could sing like that." he says, his eyes looking at yours with complete sincerity. You couldn't believe it.

“You're... being serious?" Your voice staggered.

"Do you really think I'm the type of person to throw around just for the sake of being nice?" he stipples back a light hearted quiet chuckle, but it was sound enough to resonate through the silent atmosphere. Looking at him, you realized what people meant when they talked of Beomgyu's cat whisker dimples.

Oh shoot- "No... that's not what I meant" your voice trailing off as you tried to think of reason to oppose his allegation towards you, “Although yeah, sort of..." but you couldn't think of any.

"I don't know…” I don’t know you that well.

“I’m not good at becoming close with wanting the same for myself either.” You continue after an awkward silence that had been dragged on uncomfortably long. Too long.

“Don’t you want people to know about your voice though? To get close with you because of your talent?” he asked, you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“Well I did join the club, so yes” you stated curtly.

“But I don’t think anyone would gain anything more by getting close to me. Closer than classmates anyway. I’m not all that interesting.” You continued on saying, even laughing a little at the irony of how sad it sounds, you suddenly worry if this is oversharing or a bit to… bitter for him?

Then again, he was the one who asked.

You didn’t notice though how quiet he stayed or how he looked at you with such fore-loneliness in his pupils.

“How… how about us though?” he asks expectantly.

Your eyes meet his curious stare waiting patiently for your answer. “Well I’m still thankful I’m in the band, being with you guys is really fun for me. I hope it’s true when I say that you guys seem to like it too”

“Of course we’re having fun Y/N, Can’t you tell?” he asks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

But that’s the thing with you and your obliviousness, you can’t.

“Not really, no.” you bluntly admit.

“Some people I guess…” your mouth stops moving and it's like for a moment your words are floating in the air. Until you grasp onto them again. “…they say somethings and never stay true to it.”

“It’s become confusing for me, so I never end up believing in things at a first glance. White lies are more easier for people to say than the truth I guess.” you confess, to some other people you probably sound used to all this and unbothered at this point. But Beomgyu picks up on the subtle bitterness and hurt in your voice that sees the small confidence you’re barely clinging onto.

You also didn't know why you suddenly became so honest with Beomgyu, he didn't do anything of a big gesture to make it so. It was more like the small details about him made you let down your guard slowly and subconsciously. Like the only thing that you knew about him right off the bat is that he's always genuine.

A safe and true feeling, clear as day. There wasn't anything off about him that makes you feel suspicious for ulterior motives, he's honest and he doesn't brag about it either.

"You're not here not only because you're our vocalist Y/N, we all really like you. You might not realize it but everyone in and outside of the band think you're awesome for more than your angelic voice. You’re someone we want to have around" he says, his voice full of tenderness and consolation. "Even me, I really like you too."

You feel your heart twinge in your chest at that statement for some reason. You remember how confused when you first asked the question that began to break the ice, and how bafflingly clear and unclear things feel now.

You're looking at him, your eyebrows knitted and your mouth slightly open, unable to say anything. Whilst he’s looking at you with so much sincerity. The next thing you knew, tears were running down your cheeks. But you just sort of stand there, in some form of disbelief unmoving.

His eyes grow big, “Wait- Y/N?! Are you crying!?” he reaches out to you only to hold back, flustered. Not knowing what to do. Yet him saying that prompts you to finally snaps out of your faze and now using your hands and arms to wipe your tears away, but they only keep falling, making a mess of your features.

That was when he ran up to you, trying to figure out what to do, temporarily settling for resting his hands on your arms that are covering your sobbing face. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” still searching for your face.

“What it was- whatever it was! I promise I won’t ever say it again. Whatever you sat it is, ever will you hear me say it!“

“Please what was it that I said- what did I say?” his voice soft yet precarious. Trying his best to comfort you, but he still can’t help but panic.

That was until you stippled a laugh as you uncovered your face from your palms, your eyes still red and hoarseness was mixed in with your laughs. But for some reason you were laughing, for some reason he couldn't figure out.

“No- It wasn’t something you said. It’s just—” you laughed still staggering to make a complete sentence from how ridiculous this whole situation is.

“I don’t know, it’s really weird feeling this…”

You were saying until Beomgyu takes his hoodie’s sleeves and pulls on it, reaching up to your face to wipe your tears. You look up to watch the way his eyes focus wiping the wet from your eyes.

“Weird feeling you were saying?” he says, now moving on to wipe the tears off your other cheek.

“I guess... It's all new?” You say still sniffling, looking over to a space on the wall behind his shoulders. "I don't know" you exasperate, your arms flailing slightly by your sides. You’re just really no good with eye-contact.

While patiently waiting for an answer from you, he realizes from your long pause that he probably isn't gonna earn an explanation for this, so he resorts to this instead.

He takes another step forward, and to what you were not expecting at all, wraps his arms around your shoulders, but still keeping a small space in between you two, a more accurate description was that his arms were hovering close over your body. Patting your arm respectfully.

"You know, you're more cooler than you realize Y/N. You should know that, it'll help you understand you and other people better." he says reassuring his statement from earlier. You feel the way his cheeks move from the side of your head as he continues to pat your cheek.

You — on the other hand — don't move a muscle. All you really hope for right now and the only thing on your mind is that he doesn't hear the way your heart is basically rampaging in your chest. He let's go eventually and moves away slowly from you. Your eyes flicker up to his, already staring into yours. You avert your eyes almost immediately.

"Thanks for... that." you say slowly as heat begins to rise to your ears. "And your words of affirmation. Things makes sense with you I guess." You say, your voice trailing off in a tone as if you're trying to calculate a perplexing issue.

If this were earlier you would most likely feel so very flustered by Beomgyu and his blunt sweetness, but now — for some reason — him being this sweet makes you feel embarrassed in a way that makes you feel more comfortable acting annoyed and mean to him. Rather than reciprocate his — you guess — sweet actions.

His eyes grow wide from your statement. But you don't really realize what you said or the other ways it could be interpreted, still trying to word things out in your head. Your mind still hazy and fresh from your breakdown a few moments ago.

He stares down to you, a frustrated expression on your face, your eyes were focused on something else rather than him. You were feeling slightly embarrassed from how right he technically was about your wrong impression of him and embarrassed with how patient and nice he was being with you and/or how he didn’t seem to find you as weird as you originally thought he would.

Him on the other hand had a soft quizzical expression was on his face. He still didn’t understand if you were upset or not, if you had a reason to be, if you were feeling okay again, or what was happening inside that head of yours. As he was searching for an answer on your face, he spotted a pout upon your lips.

And without realizing it, a soft smile was sprouting onto his lips. He found it cute.

He chuckles quietly as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, as he readjusts his standing posture, his hands in his pyjama pockets.

“Y/N” he calls out to you.

You look up to him, your lips still pursed. Your eyes wide as if you were expecting and/or waiting for an answer from him.

"Let's go?" he asked, his head leans towards the hallway.

You inhaled quietly, as you contemplated for an answer. But without a second thought, you decided on which one your heart was pushing on.

"Yeah...” you said. “Let's go."

[Saturday, May 1 2016 / 10:39PM]

Ever since the sleepover at Chaeryoung’s house, sitting by the fire-pit in the backyard while you all sang campfire songs, walking back inside with half of you drawsy in blankets from how cold it is outside and how late it is, and waking up the next morning with everybody chatting and laughing until leaving time, the air between you and your bandmates became less intense.

And if anything, you could even consider them to be your friends.

The next day after the sleepover being Saturday, after you all went hone and did your own respective activities, to which you honestly had no preference, there was a bittersweet taste lingering. You liked being alone, but even if it was just for an hour outside with everybody at the campfire, you felt something inside you shift during those moments.

For the first time you felt what it was like to be a teenager, this youthful and free energy that revolved around everyone at the campfire. Like time had no say in how long you all were gonna sit there laughing and singing the night away. And this tightness in your chest whenever you looked over to him laughing his heart out, how the fire’s orange light danced over his features.

Getting back home around lunch time, falling backwards onto your bed, you lie there staring at the ceiling taking in so many emotions swirling in, out and all around you. Everything you looked at became more vibrant and you didn’t know why.

It all felt surreal in a way, you always looked to other people your age with their friends and laughing at jokes you could never seem to understand, their energy and mood displaying emotion you never thought would be available to you, aside from the comfort Wonyoung and Hyunjin offered you.

You were so used to being shunned by others, it was your reflex to push others away and keep them at a distance before they — or anyone — had a chance to have an upper hand over you. Before they leave you. Anything that was to be done to keep you from experiencing again that revolting feeling of begging.

And yet something so warm and gentle had made its way into your life so easily it felt too good to be true, was this the feeling that fantasy books and songs would describe to be youth? Was this what it meant to have or be youthful? If it was, then you weren’t exactly complaining, it feels… nice.

All these feelings you had never thought were real, your first time experiencing all of it. You didn’t know what the tightness in your chest meant, why Monday this time around just held more colour or why time felt like it was going by so slowly till Monday. All you knew was that it didn't seem so bad to see them again on Monday. Not so bad whatsoever.

You were in your room the whole day resting. Although you had fun, the adrenaline began to ware down and the moment your body was engulfed in the comfort of your small mattress you nearly passed out. And unfortunately, even as tired as you came to realize, you still needed to fix your things from out of your luggage and back into their places around the house.

And unpacking from the small luggage you brought from Chaer’s until you heard someone open and close the front door. You look over to the wrapped up containers of food in a small blanket from Beomgyu’s Mom. To which she gave to you when she came to pick up Beomgyu from Chaeryoung’s house. You decide that maybe after work, something nice to see for your Mom would be cooked food ready to be warmed up and eaten.

Going out of your room, you head for the kitchen to begin unpacking the food from the blanket and to greet your Mom who would usually be getting home this late.

“Mom? Is that you, Beomgyu’s parents wanted me to gi-“

Just then, a savage Slap! was thrown to the back of your head, so strong, your body was thrown, the gift that was once in your now tumbled on the floor, head crashing first, then body slammed against the cream painted paper wall.

You, as well as your entire body, we're so deep in shock, you couldn’t feel the bruise on your bleeding lip or the blooding beginning to ooze from your arm because of how hard your body slammed so hard against a nail sticking out the wall, just how numb it was lying here on the floor. It was then the ringing in your ear began to dial down and you could hear his shouts again. The ringing maybe wasn’t so scary you thought.

“Where do you think you’ve been.” a voice you really wished you didn’t have to hear that much anymore echoed through your ringing ear as your head and body throbbed from the impact of your fall.

“Just out Dad…” you said carefully as you slowly tried to get onto your feet “I thought it was okay sinc—”

Just then, another slap was thrown across your face causing your body to slam against the wall again.

“And what? Because you think you’re all that? You think you deserve that? The stress from work is enough you know, and yet here you are. Why can’t you do this one thing I ask of you Y/N?!” he screams to you, his body moving as if he’s gonna hit you, but is really taunting you. Of course though, you end up flinching at each and every one of his movements.

“Look at you, you look like you’ve been whoring around.” he said as his eyes scanned your whole body.

“Running around with friends all day…” he scoffs. “Do you think you deserve these people? Do they know the kind of person you are in this home? You’re changing and it’s all because of that useless club we let you join.” he spat, his tone is condescending and cold. The fact he had brought up the club suddenly leaves discomforting chills running down your body. The feelings that came with the time you spent there and the discomfort of your current situation weren't two things you wished to ever meet.

But you couldn't do anything about that now.

He knew the exact things to break your spirit bit by bit and with the way your hands and facial features screamed discouraged and the way he looks at you with satisfaction, he was getting what he wanted.

"You have the nerve to look scared right now” he says as looks down at you, both physically and mentally.

“The hell do you have to be scared for?! If anyone should be scared right now it’s me. You think you got anxiety like all the other kids these days? But darling, you’re making me anxious!” he conceited.

Why don’t I tell you one thing honey, as your father of course” he says looking down at your shaking body on the floor while he begins to take steps towards you. You begin to inch slowly to the wall uncomfortably, absolutely horrified from him doing anything more.

“It’s never gonna happen for you, you know why? Nobody wants you.” He laughs. He then starts to take small steps towards you, still a bit far. “Imagine if I can’t imagine anything more from a bitch like you, no one wants you dear y/n. Not even me.—"

“Both of you please—" your Mom interrupts your dad as she walks in the front door. "—enough, I told her she can go. You don’t need to speak to my daughter like that."

“Your daughter?!” Your Dad rolls his eyes and scoffs “It’s because of you she has no respect!” he yells at her.

“Honey calm down, you don’t want the neighbours hearing do you?” She says calm and collectedly as she's taking off her coat and placing her bag on the floor as if none of this is even happening right now.

“Do you think I care about them? They’re as crazy as your damn daughter here.”

Your mom sighs in frustration taking her glasses from off her face and pinches her nose bridge in frustration. “They’re gonna think you’re crazy too if you keep yelling Honey! Is it so hard to calm down?!” she interjects, breaking her nonchalant act from a few moments ago.

“Both of you please—" You say reaching out a hand from the floor.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” your dad yells very loudly, taking one of the containers of food from the floor, aim to your Mom. He misses fortunately as glass container shatters as the food spills over the furnace.

All could think was how you badly wished you should’ve stayed in your room instead. How badly you wish you can turn back time. How badly you wish he hadn’t came home just yet. How badly terrified you are right now.

Just then you heard a spark, a light of a flame from the furnace. A flame blooming into a strong fire from where the food had splashed over.

Your Dad who was caught off guard by the fire began to yell over to your mom to do something as he walked over to her. But your head turns more over to the sparking began of small flame particles began sprinkling from the furnace. Your mom was still standing close to the furnace.

Your hands trembling as you reach out for your mom, “Mom, Move! You’re gonn—”

An explosion, it threw you hard against the kitchen sink cupboards as you were going in and out of consciousness. The whole place was lit ablaze, your apartment completely ruined. You don’t know how long you had been lying down there, but it was long enough for the place to catch fire. You tried to get up to try to look for your parents but you couldn’t see either of them. Your whole body was in pain but by some miracle you could still move slightly.

The next thing was that a power force of water began to spray from the window and you took that as a cue to run over to the door and try and get yourself out of here.

You make an escape for the door, almost getting there you forget about the floor separating the kitchen space and living room, the wood built slightly higher then the other. Because of that, you trip over the ledge just in front of the house door. And at the same time, the ceiling begins to cave in.

Your limbs to begin to feel weak again just lying there on floor, you didn’t know what was gonna happen to you but all you were thinking about was the many dreams you dreamt for yourself. Another thing you were thinking about was whether or not you were deserve to lie here or to deserve to breathe another day. How bad would it all be with you still here or thinking back to what your Dad was saying a few moments ago, the peace it may just bring everyone if you were to maybe be gone.

But before your mind could draw any more of these devastating possibilities, a man, who you can safely assume is a help, judging by his beige outfit similar to the Korean firefighter’s uniform.

A few moments pass after the man had carried you out of what used to be your apartment, you sitting down on one of the ambulance beds as doctors begin to perform check ins to see if you’re breathing alright, if you feel lightheaded or if your throat feels dry. Oddly enough, physically you feel fine. Mentally however is completely different story.

Because anyone could tell by your face how much distraught and terror you were going through at this moment, as the fire was only one of the issues you were battling in your head.

After being interviewed by one officer, there were a few who were interviewing your neighbours, the crowd of your neighbours you can see gossiping about all this, and the police officer who has been beside you for the past 40 minutes or so since after being treated for your injuries.

That was when you noticed one of the same police officers — who had interviewed you about what had caused the fire pulled the officer — was standing beside you, aside and whispered something to his ear as they both glanced over to you cautiously while speaking.

Both respectfully bowing to each other before parting, the officer leaves in another direction as the officer who had been accompanying you this whole time makes a nervous beeline back to you. The way he’s walking towards you, you can tell by the way he’s striding over to you that he has something to ask. You taking this opportunity to mentally prepare yourself to do anything of that.

“Miss?” He ask gently finally having made his way to you.

“Yes..?” You answer curtly, turning your head in his direction staring down at his shoes. You, not even bothering to say anything or even look at him directly in the eye.

"Do you happen to be familiar a Mrs. Choi-" the officer ask ask.

"YL/N Y/N!" just then a voice called out to you, a voice you didn't believe at first were to be real until you twisted your head to your side, not caring for whiplash, to the precious figure walking out from the parking lot.

The next thing you knew you were running from the ambulance and the emergency bed you were sitting on, letting the blanket, meant to keep you warm and steady, fly off your shoulders. You didn't know the last time you felt so dangerously relieved to see someone, but if this makes this the first, you felt as if this might as well be the last. The feelings that clouded your rationality and the aftermath of the shock, everything now felt hazy were numb.

The moment your body crashed into his, you wrapped your arms tight around him, his hands immediately flew up to hold you tight against him, securing you close. An overwhelming wave of relief coursed throughout your body.

You were in fight or flight mode up until now. Usually you would start wracking your head for something- anything so that things could start making sense somehow. But as things became to boil over to a point that became to big for you grasp, suddenly there was nothing around you to- at least, maybe- cling close as you began to lose your sense of rationality and sit. A numb touch with reality for a little while.

Although you couldn't stop shaking, things weren't in the air any longer. You don't know why you ran towards him when you did, why your ears immediately picked up his voice like it was a siren call, or why you didn't want to let go of him anytime soon.

You thought a few moments ago that It was unrealistic. To be wishing and waiting for some sort of thing, a magical or some soothing thing, to shield or secure you from anymore harm. To keep you safe with them. You just had no idea a wish like that would come true. Or that it would come true in the form of him.

You both stayed like that as luckily no one came to bother you — officers and paramedics who you had just spoken to you about everything and evaluated you and the start of the explosion — as everyone stayed respectful of your current state from the many events that took place right before your eyes.

The air was cold, the next thing you know were a few police officers requesting the attention of both you and Beomgyu, leading Beomgyu to let go of you, but still keeping an arm over your shoulders. The man led you and Beomgyu over to his parents who were standing by their car. He was talking to all of you, mostly Beomgyu’s parents on how Mrs. Choi was the first emergency contact for my Mom, for some odd reason, but we still had the option to also contact my Grandfather since technically, he is my only living relative now.

You didn’t say much, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

You recall a few officers talking with Beomgyu’s parents and them just nodding along but at the point your attention was lost in the blank space in your head of what now?

At some point, you didn’t realize that Beomgyu has hadn't let go of your other elbow the entire time until he removed his hand, leaving you to take notice of the lost of warmth.

You looked at him from the corner of yours eyes, only to find him shrugging off his sweater and eventually discreetly getting you to turn your body slightly and wrapping the clothing around your shoulders. Placing his arm back around your shoulder, bringing you back his warmth again until the officers bid his respects and goodbye’s and his parents were now helping you inside their car.

You don’t remember anything from the time you spent in Beomgyu’s parents car aside from the fact that you had passed out on his shoulder, your energy completely drained.

His brother opened the door for all four of you. You and Beomgyu behind his parents who quickly whisked away his brother to which your guessing is to explain the jist of tonights events, as Beomgyu led you to their kitchen.

You were using his room for the night was what you knew next as you were given, you were assuming, his mother’s shirt and Beomgyu’s shorts as you remember him wearing it the other day for practice.

Beomgyu and his Mom stayed in Beomgyu’s room with you as you were seated, halfway-tucked in his bed, trying to ease your nerves the best way they could. Another thing that you’re really no good at is the act of ignoring the elephant in the room and focusing on other distracting things. You can tell they were trying their best, bring up how she and your Mom go far back to high school or the things she remembers about your Grandpa. His small store, and his kindness to his neighbours and the close proximity it is to here. That story went on until they realized you had been staring at a spot on Beomgyu's blanket for abnormally amount of time, your attention was wandering else where. So instead, they bid you to sleep well , or at least hopefully. They then slowly and quietly turned the lights off and shut the bedroom door.

The difficult thing was about tonight you couldn't even see yourself falling asleep tonight, maybe even a while. As it was finally quiet in the room, so was the scatteredness of the night. Everything rested in stillness, it was discomforting.

You didn't know what you were suppose to being feeling right now, because you couldn't feel anything. It was all numb. You were safe from your parents you guess, but where was this all going now? You were at rock bottom yeah but there felt like there is something more to understand than this bottomless pit.

Like there was something to jump out at you any moment. But yet, all you can bring yourself to do right now is just sit alone in this foreign dark room. In this house full of people who you have no idea spend their everyday. Definetly far from the way your family does anyway. Or did.

You just sat there alone. Another sudden realization hit you as a tear fell from the thought of it. Your body jolting slightly forward from the heaviness of - barely half of the situation - came over you.

Monday never came.

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a/n: im so sorry this took longer than it was suppose to, i've been struggling with a lot recently and that took a major toll on my mental stability and my ability to focus on the right things. but I think now I'm okay and it's smooth sailing and posting from here.

august? — 02. i think that's his name

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

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august? — Shut up! SHUT UP!

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

FEATURES. TXT; BEOMGYU, HUENINGKAI, YEONJUN/STRAYKIDS; HYUNJIN, IN/ LESSERAFIM; CHAEWON, POSSIBLY KAZUHA/ ITZY; CHAERYOUNG & RYUJIN/ ATEEZ; YEOSANG/ ENHYPEN; SUNGHOON, JUNGWON/ AESPA; NINGNING, KARINA/ TWICE; SANA, TZUYU, MINA/ SEVENTEEN; JEONGHAN, WONWOO, JOSHUA

No one could get a reach of you and they had pretty good idea why. What had happened at your apartment — let alone your parents no where to be found — was too much for you to even leave bed. Too confusing.

But once you did finally find enough will in yourself to leave the room your grandfather had set up for you, you had no idea the havoc awaiting the moment you stepped back into school.

At first you were relieved to had finally gotten over your nerves although you still wished you didn’t have to be here. You didn’t wanna talk to anyone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to muster up that kind of energy to begin conversing about how your life is basically a catastrophic mess. You wouldn’t even know where to start.

And for some reason, even the fact that you have now been adopted by your grandfather, lost your parents and your home doesn’t seem as much as a unfortunate adjustment for the other students as they seem to enjoy using you as a subject of gossip and tall-tales.

The first pieces of gossip were that your parents started the fire and are in hiding to avoid the consequences. And well… so does the police and everyone else who was there that night as the only person they found in the building was you.

You weren’t talking to anyone about this, about how you were feeling in the midst of all this. You felt too ashamed to. You felt too disgusting to try. Hyunjin and Wonyoung were trying to get you to talk but the most they could do is walk up to you in the hallways before you start sprinting away.

Yeji and Chaeryoung also trying to get a hold of you through text messages and dropping letters every few days in your locker just so they can get the message out to you that they were worried. That wasn’t surprising to you though as you had gotten close in band. In which you already handed a form stating that you want to be pulled out of the club. What was surprising was that Choi Beomgyu was also trying to reach out to you.

Sending in a letter alongside Chaeryoung and Yeji or how you notice he would linger around your classroom more often than usual. He even sent a few text checking up on how you were. Your ears would for some reason pick up on his if he was in fact outside your classroom or if maybe you two happened to be passing by each other in the hallways. Your eyes would uncomfortably lock together as you couldn’t seem to fight the urge not to look for his anyway.

Of course, you would be the first to cut both the tension and eye-contact, and avert your attention else where.

But not even a week later, you weren’t sure when or how it started when a couple of girls — along with a few boys — began following you between and after classes and around the school, bugging you. Pulling pranks and basically bullying you. Why? You had no idea, but it was happening anyway. You recognized them as some of the girls who would whisper and snicker any time you would pass by them in hallways or if they were smoking in the corner of the bathroom. Burning holes into your back as they stared you down for simply using the bathroom at the same time you were.

The bullying arose around the time even worse gossip had been going around, all about you, ones that spouted far from the truth. Ones that you started the fire to get rid of your parents, another saying you were doing all this for the attention, or that you’ve gone insane. And, eh? well…

As mean as the pranks were; being pushed down the last flight of stairs, sticking notes on your bag and locker, filling up your desk with garbage. You didn’t bother confronting them, you wouldn’t even know what to say if you did anyway. You didn't consider these pranks outrageous either since they were pretty common pranks people would pull in movies or in those dramas you would watch with Wonyoung and Hyunjin (if you're ever over at their houses). A simple “Stop harassing me”? As if that would be enough to scare them off.

You thought it would've dive down in a week or two, or so you thought it would anyway.

It had been 3 weeks since you moved in with your grandpa and all your stuff that still had been in tact had been moved from your old apartment to your grandfather's home. You had somewhat made up with Wonyoung and Hyunjin (somewhat being when they came up to you in the halls after school asking if you were okay you, your current state couldn't have been more obvious with a "I'm fine" and an awkward bow goodbye. Obviously, you weren't fine.)

It was while you were using the bathroom to get away from all the eyes and whispers on you from the classrooms and hallways, made you realized how badly you were now percieved by everyone at school because of how horrible or how pitiful people painted you out to be. It was because you thought ignoring all of these would've helped you as you weren't adding fuel to the fires, but that might've made things worst from your lack of reaction to the point where you were bascially shoved or snickered at, anytime people had a chance.

Even the people who were concerned about you were tied up in the babel of rumours. Hyunjin and Wonyoung, the band (when people wanted to guilt-trip you and point fingers at you for leaving so suddenly + the "Why-join-if-you're-not-going-to-apply-yourself crap), and/or anyone who had shown the slightest form of concern for you.

And to your surprise, someone you didn't expect or realize to also be counted in the list of people concerned seemed to have included Choi Beomgyu. Well no, you did know he was trying to reach out but you originally thought it was because of his parents, an out of courtesy sort of thing. But according to the whispers, although he would hide it, people had caught onto him flinching or getting unusually stiff whenever your name would be brought up anywhere around him. He had apparently defended you against the rumours and not only had been asking Chaer and Yeji, but Hyunjin about you as well.

But him being Choi Beomgyu means that; because you were a girl he was showing some form of care for, gives more a reason for people to dislike you and gossip more. And unfortunately, that also means it's very unlikely this would pass without some form of action from those he is adored by. Half the population of girls at your school.

You felt some girls staring at you as you ran into one of the stalls in the girl's bathroom but you were too overwhelmed to give them a second thought. The real weight of the rumours about you made you feel to disgusted of yourself to even be seen by someone, anyone. Even yourself. Clutching your hands in your hair, the pain didn't phase you, you just wished it would be enough for this lump of shame on your chest to wash away. It was too much for you to chew.

Eventually though, you still being in school meant that you also couldn't stay there forever knowing you had to get back into your class. But walking out of the stall you didn't expect the calamity of girls huddling around the walls. Panic started to spill into your bloodline as you recognized the girls who were guarding the door. You didn't realize the face you were making until a few of them in the corner began snickering about the terrified look on your face. That leading to the eruption of laughter in the bathroom. The kind of laughter that you hear in Horror movies.

You do like horror movies, but you can say now that you finally understand what Hyunjin was talking about when he said it was discomforting to an eye-gouging level. "I can't believe she would do that to her own parents" one of the girls you recognized as Hana speak up. The way she carried herself was uncomfortably wrong to you, it was like she took pride in making others feel down of themselves. You found yourself slightly leaning back out of reflex.

"It's as if she has no conscience, imagine carrying around the guilt the way she does. Unbelievable" another girl who was standing unsettlingly close to you was now making her way over to you in a strut. "She even has Choi Beomgyu's attention, how the fuck was she able to do that." Hana scoffed, as she also made a beeline over to you along with this other girl.

The two of them began touching your hair, your shoulders, dragging their fingers over your arms. You inhaled sharply as you flinched slightly earning a chuckle from the two girls. You looked around for some sort of help, but the rest of the girls who were standing there just watched with amusement on their faces.

Your hair was being pushed back from behind your ear, Stupid Slut Hana had leaned into your ear to whisper to you. As the other girl had a portion of your hair in a fist, pulled on it painfully as your body slammed hard to the bathroom wall. In the timespan of a couple of weeks, this was the second time your arm in this sort of pain after being slammed against a wall. Right about now, the pain made you wish that there wouldn't be a third time.

You had made an effort to crawl away, but — as if they couldn't get any crueler — two girls pulled you up to your feet and locked your arms in theirs as they held you in place.

Your eyes frantically searched for someone as your heart was racing in panic, the adrenaline however in your body wasn't enough for you to break out from the hold the two girls held you in. The next thing you knew was the dim light in the bathroom was reflecting off a pair of scissors Hana was toying with in her hands as she approached you.

"NO! STOP!" You cried out as you gave every ounce of strength in your body, aggressively yanking your arms, tears beginning to fill the brim of your eyes, to break free from their hold. "STOP PLEASE!" You yelled out as Hana glanced around in a panic and then hurriedly made her way over to you.

"Shut up, SHUT UP!" She hissed, her voice barely more than a breath, yet a sharp razor, cutting through the bathroom's echo. It was obvious that she was nervous that people from outside might hear and you would've yelled some more if she didn't have those shiny scissors in her hands. She grabs your face with one hand, her nails dug into the soft flesh of your skin, her fingers like vices closing around your cheeks. "Ya' Better be fucking quiet before I get pissed."

It was a hostile whisper that left no room for negotiation, it wasn't just her voice, but her expression that screamed in a desperate plea. All you can do is stare at her in both fear and anger screaming in your eyes. She smirks as she lets go of your face with a bit of force, throwing your head to the side.

Your chest heaves up and down as tears begin streaming down your face. You can't do anything but stand there. Another part of you cursed yourself for missing a few meals in the past week. Maybe if you hadn't, you would maybe have a bit more strength to shake these girls off of you. But you couldn't.

There was part of you that thought that you did in fact deserve this. But there was also another, a voice who was mad at these girls for choosing to do this when they had never even had a conversation with them. Why were they so cruel? And so spiteful towards you? that because of silly rumours they decided this was the best course of action. Part of you also felt bad for questioning whether or not you had any right to feel angry right now.

This part of you blamed yourself, for everything. Right now you wished you had done better. For your friends, your parents, your grandfather, your bandmates, maybe things would be different if you had the courage to fix things between you and everyone and not have stayed quiet after the fire.

You were more angry at yourself than at these girls right now.

You thought that it was best to let things calm down without saying anything and look where that got you, all you could think of was what you could've done that could've prevented yourself from being held up in the bathroom with 6-7 girls about to hurt you. Why couldn't you have done better, why did they think - even with all the rumours floating around school - you deserved to suffer more. What had you done now, something so terribly wrong that it led you to this position now.

Taking in these emotions all at once, your body took over your senses for a moment. You couldn't hold back from exhaling in devastation as tears streamed down your face. You look up to Hana was still standing in front of you in a delighted manner. Her eyes grow wide from your obvious sudden change in demeanour. Her grin took a sinister edge as it grew, there was no shame in her eyes.

"I'm not a monster, Y/N" She says with a chuckle. Taking a good portion of your hair as she holds the scissors. Your lips want to move, to fight some more, but you can't bring yourself to.

You watched Hana as she crept up to you slowly and circled around you, a shameless grin on her face. “But you started this honey” she said, her shaky breath fanning against your ear sending a shiver to trickle through your skin.

“I don’t know how you did, but let’s hope this gets the message to him” Hana hissed, her eyes boring into yours with obvious repressed rage and jealousy as your eyes glistened with tears, your brows furrowed.

You watched her from the corner of your eyes as she took a good small portion of your hair into her fist and lifted the scissors up to it, as a sharp snipping slice echoed through the bathroom.

You swallowed back a sob as you shut your eyelids tight, allowing more hot tears to stream down your face. You felt the hold of the two girls begin to tremble, but only to tighten their grip on your arms.

It was when Hana was about to cut another portion of your when Chaeryoung, Wonyoung, and Yeji came storming through the doors. Their faces painted with obvious worry and anger.

You don’t know if your memory is serving you well enough but you do remember the other girls in the bathroom, whom were Hana’s friends, lunging towards Wonyoung and your two bandmates, only for them to be harshly beaten by the surprising strength and agility of the three of them.

They then took you from the grasp of Hana’s two friends, your hand’s trembling in Yeji’s, as Wonyoung and Chaer led you four out of that forsaken bathroom and outside, into the crowded hallway.

The stares of your schoolmates, the attention, and the curiosity that all circled around you made you feel like you were shrinking. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, as if it was physically painful thing. The hallway was a maze of emotions—concern, gossip, and the remnants of what happened in the bathroom.

You were lead into a classroom where a few familiar faces were left worried sick as the girls went to retrieve you. The moment you stepped in with Yeji’s hands still holding you close, Hyunjin then surges forward as he runs up to you and engulfs you in a relieved embrace, in which you reciprocate. One hand on the back of your head and the other encircling your shoulders, holding you so tight you can physically feel how worried he must’ve been.

You spot Jeongin and Yeosang from the corner of your eye whose worried expressions were washed clean, leaving only relief in their eyes as they watched Hyunjin hold you safe in his arms. As well as a certain guitarist whose eyes you tried to catch, but couldn’t as he couldn’t even look at you for some reason.

That day ending with your grandpa picking you up from school and Wonyoung, Yeji, and Chaeryoung coming over to your grandpa’s house to check up on you, and then grandpa suggesting a sudden sleepover. To which they all unexpectedly agreed heading home to quickly grab their things and come.

A sleepover that consisted of games to distract you, the girls mixing up their sleeping clothes for you to put on and wear for that night, a warm long intimate conversation on what had really happened with you and why you felt the need to distance yourself from everyone, followed by a very sudden haircut as they even out your hair length from the part Hana cut (you thought you looked silly but the girls reassured you on how adorable you truly looked with your hair shorter, one of the many colours you have to offer stated by Wony), and the night ending with the four of you all cuddled up together.

+ a bonus on how before you all left for school the next day, your grandfather showed the girls around his shop and told them they were always welcome to visit.

The next week of school you did not return as your grandfather felt it would be a good change in scenery to move schools. One that conveniently happened to be located 10 minutes away from your grandfather’s shop.

You even made a new friend, a boy younger than you. Kai who you thought was gonna be hard to get to know from how introverted he seemed but slowly warmed up to you and made you realize his true craziness, in which you had no issue matching at all unexpectedly.

And as you adjusted well there, you couldn’t deny how much you missed Wonyoung and Hyunjin around in your classes. But it felt like a silly sentiment as they practically lived with you with how much they stayed over at your grandfather’s shop with you. Wonyoung not all the time as she got busy with her family’s restaurant, but with Hyunjin however, he unexpectedly began learning mechanical skills under your grandfather.

And after a while, you came to terms with your new life. Part of you still carries so much baggage with you, baggage that you know you wont be able to let go of or will let go of you no matter how much you wish it would. But this was still progress, and you had a new circle around you, a new atmosphere. Of course that being said, nothing about this was perfect, you occasionally still had panic attacks when a feeling or vibe remotely similar from your past comes creeping up on you and the endless hours staying cooped up in your sheets because of how overwhelming your mental break downs became. Learning how to come to terms that you were basically abused and brainwashed your whole life by your parents, who weren’t even here anymore. Or that you realize you do in fact need other people to overcome these disgusting feelings and to help you realize that there’s so much more detail than the ugliness of it.

These people being Hyunjin when he would bike at 12AM at night just so he can console you after calling him about a really bad dream you’ve been having, making sure you have a good night sleep without any worries and staying by your bedside till you fell asleep. Sometimes you would wake up with him no longer at your side, only with a note in place of where he was before.

One of them, you remember saying something like;

Hey y/n, I left a few minutes after you fell asleep. Your grandpa seems to like me more now-a days and finally trust me (yay) since he even tried convincing me to take the spare room across from you.

Now I would’ve, but I didn’t bring extra clothes TT (I know, so sad!) but just to let you know, that’s where I went. I’ll be here in the morning to drop you off at school.

P.S. No I don’t care if I’m a little late to school, you’re my priority + Mr. Goh can [BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP].

He’s such an idiot sometimes.

Wonyoung, on the other hand, always gave her time for you when she could, regardless on how busy she became with prior commitments. You worried for her that she might just fall behind if she continues to keep yours and her time together as a high priority of hers. But that question earned you a pillow to the face and a hurt expression on Wonyoung's faces. Saying that you've been seeing Hyunjin more these days since she isn't around as much.

Since then, you realize that she values your time together as much as you do since you're not together as much anymore, or that it might've came off like you didn't want her around, which was the complete opposite of what you meant.

Time with her would be you and her sitting in the Woodwork shop as you both assisted customers who came in and out while you did your homework or other times would be at her family's restaurant. Having invited you and your grandfather over for for a free meal. To which your grandfather still ended up paying for because he wouldn’t allow something so delicious to be eaten for free. His words, not yours.

Your relationship with your grandfather, you realize now, was something you weren't easy with. You found it hard to differentiate a healthy guardian and child that being because you aren’t used to yourself being so open and trusting with your guardian, but you soon realized how terribly wrong your initial idea on how you your life would pan out here on out with your grandfather.

Because unlike your Mom, he always gave an ear and put you first before his pride. And unlike your Dad he was always there for you and gave you space to be alone or vulnerable when you needed it. He was patient, never pushing you beyond what triggers you into a manic mental breakdown in your head and nor did he ever use your weaknesses against you. You soon realized that was all he really wanted to be for you, a kind and fair figure.

He was also really open to having your friends over too.

There were times where Chaeryoung and Yeji even stopped by every blue moon to say Hello and asked how you were doing. Catching up with them was always so interesting as you heard about the new places the band had been performing at and how much better everyone was becoming. Their expertise and professionalism according to Yeosang, to which Yeji relayed a message from.

It was all happening before you realized, and you still had places to go and things to learn, but now you know that there’s a new way to go about life that doesn’t leave you trembling on edge 24/7.

And nothing about the progress of healing was easy for you, it didn’t feel pretty, but everything started to make sense little by little. And you finally decided that you could live with certain imperfect parts about you. You cant change the way the you were hurt or the way you struggle with more things than other “regular” people. But you figured can still move one foot in front of the other now.

Graduating middle school came around so quickly and you had to say goodbye to Kai now as he still had one year left of middle school, to which he cursed the universe for making him a year younger than you when he’s literally a whole head taller than you are. It’s been only about a year and a half since you met him, but he’s become such a staple in your life. It was weird to think you had previously left your friends for the school in which you saw Kai at everyday and now you were leaving Kai for a High School in which Wonyoung, Yeji, and Hyunjin were accepted into as well.

But the graduation meal your grandfather prepared for you. And unexpectedly Hyuka who tagged along home with you, as he didn’t wanna say goodbye just yet even though he had the whole break with you, weirdly enough.

Hyunjin and Wonyoung came over as well as your grandpa invited them over without telling you, leaving you in the position to introduce Hyuka to your two bestfriends. (You’re not really good at)

Hyuka was a bit nervous as he really isn’t good with strangers, but still ended up having a good laugh as they all exchanged embarrassing stories of you and even planning a little get together at the town festival.

It was all new feelings you were experiencing, colourful ones. You never saw yourself being okay with being happy without feeling as if there was something so devastating that was gonna follow, but for some reason that’s how things came to be. Not that you were complaining.

Finally something felt right.

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It was the summer before your first year of High School and the sun was a little behind on schedule that morning. The sky had this unique radiant glow you don't always get to see everyday. Sort of like those really nice opening movie scenes in K-dramas or American television.

It was a sweet feeling that coursed through your veins as you were biking to deliver the last of the mail.

Tired and slightly thirsty, you hopped of your new yellow moped your grandfather had gifted you to commence your transitioning into becoming a High School girl, something your grandmother would want for you apparently. Not that you were complaining, it’s a pretty sweet ride.

What you didn't notice was the pair of familiar eyes watching you from a few several feet back from you. Not expecting to see you so suddenly out of no where. This was after a long time since he had last seen you, and here you were delivering the mail as it was your weekly routine, a bit sweat glistening over your exposed skin, slightly flushed. And yet, - to him - you still looked so breathtakingly pretty.

Choi Beomgyu.

His hands began sweating as the only thing he was able to move was his eyes. He was shocked beyond belief to run into you as he was biking around Daegu as he always did. An odd jelly sensation was buzzing in his stomach, he wasn't sure if he liked it or was nervous because of it. But what he did know was that he didn't wanna look away just yet.

He knew he wouldn't be able to stumble easily upon an opportunity seeing you like this. He wanted to savour the moment a bit longer.

Finally getting the feeling back in his ears (previously heating up due to his sudden increase in blood flow, + the pounding of his heart becoming louder) it was while he contemplating whether or not he was going to say hi to you until an unknown, but familiar voice — familiar to both you and Beomgyu — called out from behind him.

"There you are!, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Y/N"

Your hair bounced as you turned your head to face a boy zipping quickly in your direction — past the Beomgyu — on a motorbike. Beomgyu’s eyes travelled along with the boy as his engine raved. Soon recognizing the stature as your best friend. He didn’t know what had happened for the nice sensation in his stomach to suddenly begin to twist.

Beomgyu watched as he stopped in front of you and how your features lit up in excitement seeing him on the bike.

“My grandpa finally let you take the bike for a ride?”

He lets out an amused laugh, “Yeah he did” he says proudly patting the seat. “And yet tell me why my first ride is solely dependant on getting your helmet to you because someone was impatient this morning.” he said skeptically.

"Maybe I knew you would get it for me and search all around town just to find me!" you said with a proud and shameless grin on your face.

"It wouldn't be much of a search since you take the same route every week genius" he scoffs.

You purse your lips, "Well…"

“Hmm..?” He hums in disbelief.

“Hey no! What- what about you?! It’s not even legal for you yet to be riding that you moron!” you say, trying to turn the situation around on him.

"Well this moron rode through your long and busy delivery route just to find you and in hopes of giving you a ride on this thing. But y’know that’s fine if-"

“Wait wait!” you interrupted, two hands flying up in front of his face.

He sighs and rests a hand on his hip while waiting for your rebuttal.

“What about my moped?” you asked skeptically.

“I can guarantee you no one will steal it, our town is literally too conservative and quiet for that kind of behaviour. And we’ll just go around the block.” Hyunjin says as he holds up his helmet in hands.

“Ah!” You clapped in agreement. “Okay okay! Then come on, come on! Helmet me!" You said as you snatched the helmet out of his hands and onto your head.

"Eeesh- where’s your manners" he said in annoyance as he rolled his eyes. Only to then help you put on the helmet, clicking the strap on securely.

You stick your tongue out to him as he helps you onto the bike and gets on after, an excited smile on his face as he starts the engine and rides away.

And just like that you were gone. Beomgyu watched the whole scene between you Hyunjin and couldn’t help but feel slightly envious.

Even after you left the school, let alone the band, he was the only one you actively avoided even after making up with everyone else. You couldn’t face him for some reason. Because of that, he didn’t know whether or not it was okay to feel upset by the fact that although he didn’t mean for any rumours to start up because him or guilty his actions was what gave your classmates the gasoline to start up more rumours.

He felt more guilty than anything else. And even though he isn’t even to be blamed that happened, it was feelings that was brought out because of the situation that made it hard for the both of you to approach each other. There are a lot of things he wished he could’ve said sooner. Things he was hesitant to say because it wasn’t everyday he felt this way about someone, especially since he didn’t understand why in the first place he felt this way either. He just felt this way.

After it all passed though and his head was able to become more clear, all that remained was the regret of not being able to do more for you while everything was still fresh in everybody’s mind and when the situation was more malleable.

He wished he could’ve just been there for you. He knows should’ve tried harder to be there for you.

He didn’t know whether or not he knew you well enough to call this something more, but one thing he established was that he definitely felt some sort of attraction towards you.

Now, even after you and Hyunjin were long gone, he couldn’t bring his eyes to tear away from the yellow moped you had left parked in front of the Yang’s home. He felt rather silly for not walking up to you and getting his nerves over and done with.

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PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

The upstairs of Wonyoung’s restaurant has always been closed off from the public, simply because it wasn’t always in their budget to finance more decor and furniture to fill the space, nor the customers. But Wonyoung always thought it was important to clean the space from time to time anyway. You agreed with her on that. It just felt better working in a place, especially with food, where the upstairs room above you was also just as well kept and clean. No dust flying around, no rodents, and no mold or rust. Hopefully anyway, you really hate mold.

And it was a nice space too, the way it was built let them sunlight seep in from the window just right and the antique chandelier from the previous owners of building from 8 years ago (they never took it back, they just left it) dangling in the middle of the empty room just made it feel very picturesque. You all take turns cleaning it too of course. (Wonyoung said it was fine, but you all wouldn’t have it since all of you together spent time in the room)

Because of the fact Wonyoung was really the only one who kept the room clean, and insisted her parents on keeping it that way. She made the decisions regarding the room. And her second decision — after the decision of her being the only one in charge of to maintain the unoccupied second floor. The only one out of her and her parents wanting to keep the upstairs — was to show you Hyunjin around. To other people, it was an empty dusty room, but luckily to the three of you- as soon as you three finished cleaning the place together- you all found it to be a spacious and comfortable hideaway.

It became a really special place. Times like practicing for your audition with two best friend's and the Jang Family coaching you, or the many times the three of you blast music from the tiny speaker sitting in the middle of the room, as you all dance around for fun. (And — of course — come high school, the addition of Sunghoon and Jungwon)

The five of you were upstairs often, if you all needed the space to study, if you and Wonyoung are still working a shift and the boys are upstairs studying or playing board games (board games; kept on the singular shelf you all keep in the room), when one of you have a bad day and you all just wanna be in privacy together, or sometimes your grandfather would bring you guys some food for dinner together, as if you were all a one big happy family.

Fast forward to led to your head lying in Wonyoung's lap alone here on the second level of the restaurant, under the off chandelier, the fairy lights by the windows (You and Hyunjin set up with Wonyoung’s parents for Wonyoung on her 14th birthday. In which she never wanted to take them down) splayed the room in a warm eerie tone.

She nor Hyunjin doesn’t know why you’re reacting like this, why him being here is such an issue. Did something ever happen between you and Beomgyu? They never knew because you never brought him up or answered them clearly enough to figure out a single clue.

“Was this recently?” Wonyoung keeps her voice gentle and comforting as ever, whilst she combs through the tangles in your hair.

"No, I've been feeling like this for a while now" you say while lying in her lap, a blank expression on your face as you stare blankly at a spot on the wooden floors.

“But there’s a this to talk about?” she suggests, trying to piece things together with the little vague bits of information you’re giving her. She continues runs her hands through the silky strands of your hair as you lie in silence. You don't know what or how to say how weird things have been for you recently.

“What’s on your mind baby?” she ask, carefully treading on this topic for the umpteenth time. Not wanting to press on the topic too hard in fear of scaring you away once again.

“Nothing, I’m fine” something very far from the truth, shifting uncomfortably in her lap

“You’re lying to me again...” she sighs disappointedly, but her continuous strokes through your hair don't falter, she knows your desperately wracking through your brain to give her a clear answer. But your stomach still turns in guilt as you can hear the calmness of her voice slowly being invaded by her disappointment. However, an inhale and exhale later, she's calm again. She knows better than anyone how much you're going through and decides to keep her head and hold her ground in case you do decide to spill.

You lie there silent, frustration growing through your insides as you can recall so many other moments of people wanting to be there for you but you stand there unable to grasp an edge. You hate how much it feels like these feelings of tease your senses. As much as you dislike many things about yourself, is mending the endless amount of pain and guilt in your life really such a selfish thing to do?

You close your eyes, pressing your lips together, inhaling, then exhaling out the nerves. “There's a lot happening and I don't wanna jinx the possibilities by talking about this" you blink anxiously as you make a conscious decision to move past your nerves and instead, forward.

Staring down at your head resting in her lap, she smiles, “Your mind works as if you’re living a bad movie storyline" chuckling as she successfully unties a knot in your hair and continues to comb through "That's terrible thinking you know"

“Well television were my only source from my childhood when it came to looking at healthy human behaviour” you argue.

She just laughs "That's fair"

And as lighthearted laughter begins to fill the room, you hear the pattern of familiar footsteps making its way over to you and Wonyoung. Bless the old and squeaky floorboards from keeping anyone from sneaking up on any of you.

“So how’re you feeling now then? Something tells me you might not need a hug anymore” Jungwon asks concerned as he takes a seat in front of you and Wonyoung.

"While I am feeling better, but I hope you know I would never turn down a hug from you" you say smittenly as you smile up to him.

He wears a plain blank expression but to anyone who knew Jungwon better, he was hiding a lot more. Something you've come to admire him for, his ability to keep his emotions in check regardless on how hard reality came to take shots at his dreams and deepest wishes.

You notice him staring at your hand. Realizing that the look in his eyes means he's contemplating whether or not it's okay to soothe you the way Wonyoung is doing right now or give you the space you deserve. And as your stomach fills with warmth from his mindfulness, you reassure him of his worries as you reach out your hand for his. And as soon as his eyes catch sight of your hand floating towards his he carefully takes your hand in his. Drawing circles on the dorsal side of your hand.

The three of you sit there in silence for a while as you close your eyes taking it all in. Before you could've maybe watched on TV on how kids your age would find their way around their problems with their friends and endless amount of wit, as you watched envious. But here you are now in between two very important people in your life and you can't help but feel nothing but grateful to have them here, wanting to savour this feeling forever.

"You know you walk past a lot of people you went to your old middle school with, like Yeosang hyung or Yeji noona" Jungwon says, still holding your hand.

"But?" you retort, knowing there's more.

"But you don't usually spook the way you did downstairs a few moments ago" he says carefully. You can tell by the way his eyes are barely leaving his hands holding yours that he's afraid you might try and run away & avoid the topic of, what you like to call, your bad feelings. Courtesy of your bad conditioning from your parents.

Wonyoung, out of no where, pinches his side and he yelps in surprise. You turn your head to look up at Wonyoung confused, as you find her glaring at Jungwon, and a pout sitting on her face.

"Ow?! What was that for?" he winces as he uses his other hand to rub his side.

"Real subtle Yang!" She spits in frustration, you wonder how her voice is still as elegant and as honey-like as ever, "Here I am, trying to be as gentle and patient with Y/N as possible. Aaand you just jump right on in to the problem! No warning!" she says as she pinches him again.

"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm not as good at this as you are!" he says, wincing in pain while still rubbing the side Wonyoung pinched him twice in.

You chuckle "Hey, no hurting each other on my account please, or off for that matter" you say, your voice sounding a bit croaky and drowsy from lying down all this time.

Letting go of Jungwon's hand, you slowly get up from Wonyoung's lap and let out small sighs while you stretch your arms a bit. Turning your head back to them as your finally sitting upright, you smile endearingly at them.

"And I'm fine okay? Nothing to worry about" You say chipper, yet breathy, voice your body can offer. The same one you use to charm customers from your grandfather's shop into buying furniture they could use.

And well- you're not fine, but you didn't even know yourself what reason, or why you were reacting this way around him. Why your head and chest felt heavy around him or what kind of voodoo sign this meant. Not that you believed in things like that anyway.

And thinking about it now, you don't like the idea of you going through, maybe the next few days or weeks, debating whether or not this means more than the simple relationship status of ex-bandmates you share with him now.

And you most certainly don't like the idea of looking dumb as you struggle to annunciate vowels like a baby learning to talk, trying to describe this all for Wonyoung and Jungwon.

They both look at each other confused, then back at you, watchin as you pick up yourself from the floor and dust off your apron and tie your hair back up.

"Sorry for scare, but I'm okay. Let's just get back to the customers downstairs, yeah?" you say cheerily as you point a finger over at the staircase and begin to make your way over there in a hurry.

"Could've sworn I saw more people coming in from earlier!" and your voice fades out from the distance. Leaving the two Won's feeling like they missed something.

Exchanging a final look between each other, and with Wonyoung helping Jungwon find his footing again, they both decide to start to follow your direction and head downstairs.

Walking side by side Wonyoung lets out an exasperated sigh, looking down at the floor as she treads her feet over to the staircase.

Looking over at her for moment, Jungwon sighs as he lifts his arm to pull her closer to him and caresses her shoulder as they both walk downstairs.

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august? — shut your PIE hole!

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

And later that evening...

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what i think it would be like dating ; pre-debut, choi beomgyu

PAIRINGS: pre-debut!beomgyu 📼 youngfem!reader

“that really cute male-trainee you trained with and couldn’t help but have a tiny crush on him”

“being around him anf spending your time with him wasn’t too bad. after a day of band practice or hanging out after school with friends, he offers to walk you home after band practice”

“supporting his love for music, putting meaning in life, being with him, loving his company”

august? — get well soon

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. mentions of falling down the stairs, mentions of the ER and hospital, hand holding? yn is a bit sad this episode, mild swearing, that’s all i know so far (lmk if there’s more)

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You were sitting in your spot in which you always sat at during club meetings and you were taking down minutes for the team. Except now the lights were off, you were sitting in the dark with your eyes closed, and there was nothing on the table except your head down resting between your arms.

The clubrooms had their own special floor, which was the top floor of the school, so that meant there was no one here. There was also no club meetings happening with it being Monday since most clubs meet on Wednesdays. And that was a good thing for you because you got to sit in the clubroom alone in silence for a few minutes before company arrived.

It was then you finally moved a muscle when you heard footsteps approaching up the stairs, turning your head from the window to their door to see Hyunjin slowly stepping into the room, careful not to startle you in your current state.

“Hey stranger” Hyunjin said as he gently slid the door close.“You want me to keep the lights off?” his fingers resting on the light switch.

“No, keep them off please” you said lifting your head off the table and pushing your chair back to stand up.

Beside the door and below the light switch was a small navy blue couch.

The clubroom was plain, painted with simple cream walls, a whiteboard by the large table in the middle, and across from the whiteboard were 4 cabinets for files of past papers written by alumni, and the couch.

Hyunjin was first to sit down on the couch before he patted down the space beside him for you to sit.

Not that you usually followed orders but you were a bit out of it to argue anything more. Settling for just simply leaving your spot at the table and sitting down beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

He breathes out a sigh before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lies his head on yours and waits a couple moments before he says anything more.

“Are you trying to decide how you feel about your performance last night?” he asked quietly, drawing circles on your arm farthest from him.

“How… did you—”

“Of course I know, I’m your best friend too y’know”

You don’t like burdening people, especially your friends who are always there when you need them, but you’ve also been learning recently that… this, this is okay.

“I just feel like it’s a lot” you say quietly, in fear of sounding stupid or maybe too bold “I don’t want the things i do to be too much handle or make it look as if I’m trying to be someone I’m not meant to be—”

“Y/N, that’s your parents’s voice. And they…” you watch as Hyunjin pauses, staring into a place on the clubroom floor and beyond. You can also see the frustration in his eyes at the mention of your parents, not because of you, but because of how much your parent’s words have hurt you. And watching that hurt follow you over the years is something he always wants to try and lift off of your shoulders. A big task he’s given himself, but he also has the other 3 to rely on when it comes to this.

“They’re just…” he says these next words carefully “not right” He’s being mindful in the fact that when treading these parts of your life. He takes a breath before continuing on with what he was saying. “If this were about other people then I would argue that they could possibly be right about other things, but they were never right about anything they said or did to you back then” he says.

He then grazes over your hand with his other hand and waits, you nod your head in ‘okay’ for him to hold your hand, he does. He stares down at your hands in his for a few moments before continuing on.

(so this is where this part was deleted and they have a really good emotional, but fluffy scene that i literally cannot remember ANYTHING about for the life of me so let’s just skip forward for my sanity? pls)

“Y/N” he says sitting up, taking your hand closest to him in his hands and playing with your fingers, “no one is in the right to make you question whether or not something makes you happy or give force meanings over your own feelings”

You can always tell that he’s being serious if he’s toying with something in his hands and/or if he’s looking at your eyes while also looking at something else behind you.

And in this case, he was doing both.

You reach over to his hands still playing with your fingers and rest your hand atop of his.

“And if that is the case that they are right?” you look up to his eyes for an answer.

“They’re just stupid,” he says bluntly with a lighthearted laugh. “It’s my job to make you sad and tired. No one else is allowed to do it” he states dramatically, letting go of your hands and making a really dramatic pose

You scoff and roll your eyes so far back you see stars, “You’re so annoying”

Standing up from the couch and reaching your hand up to slide the clubroom door to leave, but Hyunjin quickly reaches from behind you to open the door for you.

“Leaving me behind in a dark clubroom? A clubroom I’m not even a member of?” he inquires as he lets you walk out first and him following behind you. Then closing the door behind him.

“Well, I tried anyway” you shrug as you walk down the empty hallway side by side. You’re playing with the hem of your skirt before you remember something that’s been tugging at the back of your mind since stepping into school.

“Do you they’ll be angry with me?” you ask.

“Your parents?” he asks so nonchalantly and so quickly, not missing a single beat. Makes you really think how bad your mommy/daddy issues are.

“No, I mean…” You chuckle, “Chaer and them, my old band” you asks slowly.

He stops walking for a good 5 seconds, which of course stops you in your tracks and turn around to look at him confused, before he catches up to you again. “Sorry about that, but come again?” he asks genuinely confused.

“Like if they saw that video of me, would they think that im trying to one them up or something” you explain as turned the hallway finally making it to the stairs and carefully treading down as you walk down from the fourth floor to the second floor so you can buy lunch together and maybe catch up with Sunghoon and them.

“Well are you?” he asks turning to face you, face twisted in perplexity. The way he’s looking at you now is as if he’s trying to find some sense somewhere on your face, but failed to. Common occurrence.

“Of course not! I don’t know, I leave the band out of no where, I know Chaer and Yeji, probably Yeosang knows and understands, but I’m still strung up about it” you explain, obvious concern in your voice. Hyunjin on the other hand is concerned as well, but still feels hasty to rectify this idea.

“Y/N, I love you but that’s just silly. Yeji was thrilled to watch that video remember? They won’t— Y/N watch out!”

Hyunjin calling out to you was the last thing you heard before you miss a step and bump into someone in front of you and suddenly you’re falling.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin calls out to you,

“Seeun!” a familiar voice calls out at the same time.

Thankfully, Hyunjin catches you in time, holding your waist and your arms still lunged forward from almost falling before he pulls your body back up to a steady stance.

The same couldn’t be said about the girl you knocked over though as she now at the bottom of the steps.

You and Hyunjin stare wide eyed for a second longer as you realize that the girl you just accidentally pushed down the stairs is Seeun,—The current lead vocalist your High School’s band. A band in which Choi Beomgyu belongs to now—before quickly rushing down the steps and tend to Seeun.

That is before Hyunjin can taunt you saying

‘If they weren’t mad, they might be now’

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kept on your tips. (preview)

pairings. choi 🧸 beomgyu x ballerina 🩰 y/n

masterlist&synopsis. a job opportunity arose from korea. an open spot in a prestigious ballet troupe. having trained from a young age you were not easily shaken by the doubt those around held up in front of you. passion for your career met your love for the korean language + culture and to live there one day. on the path to fulfilling your dreams were harsher than you expected as your sudden addition to the troupe seemed to have troubled those around you. out of said adjustments, there was a matter of who that kept you rather giddy, setting the tone for somedays as a bit brighter and pink than usual. an acquaintance who lived with 4 of his friends you often stumbled upon at your apartment complex whilst you rush out in a hurry to your place of work. may it be in the elevators, in the lobby, or in the hallways after coming back from a long day. it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you used simple puppy-like infatuation to save your motivation and enthusiasm enkindling a bit further for just a few more days now, would it? to keep yourself moving! or so you thought

profiles. y/n & her troupe

profiles. tomorrow x together

august? — no comment

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. mention of falling downstairs, mild swearing, sunghoon being sort of protective over yn, hyunjin being silly on why he gave san yn's number, mentions of seeun's injuries, yn making mean jokes, seeun flirting?

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call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Pairing: non-idol!beomgyu × f!reader

Synopsis: Within the walls of your academy, you unfortunately find yourself targeted by jealous peers due to your relationship with the campus' sweetheart, Choi Beomgyu. Enduring the harassment, you begin to struggle to shield yourself from the malicious rumours, harsh judgement and pranks being pulled by his fangirls. And worst of all, you couldn't even bring yourself Beomgyu about it either.

Word Count: 7,801

Warnings! petnames (baby, beomie bear, my love, sweet girl), mentions of relationships reader and Beomgyu are already in an established relationship, mentions of heavy bullying, mentions of violence, mentions of harassment, mentions of school (y/n is quite smart), mentions of hugging and a lot of physical affection, mentions of school, reader can be really sad, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of sensuality, mentions of kissing, actual kissing, beomgyu gets upset, a lot of hugging, crying, pretend that Beomgyu and Taehyun are the same age!

[Friday, 7:32PM]

@ my beomie bear🧸: heyy you 👀 you called? @ my beomie bear🧸: sorry baby, i was at soccer practice.

@ my love 💘: it’s okay, don’t worry about it. but can u come over?

@ my beomie bear 🧸: like... right now? 🤨

@ my love 💘: yes now. it's IMPORTANT!!! @ my love 💘: this isn’t a want it’s a NEED 🤧 @ my love 💘: …unless you’re busy which is FINE. just FINE.

@ my beomie bear 🧸: you're cute hehe. im there soon, count on it ❤️ @ my beomie bear 🧸: [Attachment: 1 image]

(photo of him outside and his hand is holding on the handle of his bike about to leave)

For the past few weeks or so, you had been the target of multiple petty, jealous girls’s humiliating pranks because of the mere fact you were dating the campus sweetheart.

And that left you in a constant state of stress and anticipation, feeling as if everyone is staring at you, judging you, comparing your flaws that even you can’t seem to grace yourself for having them.

You were always greeted with either the cold glare from girls in your class or hallways, trying to figure why the hell Choi Beomgyu had chosen you over them.

Or maybe that he had no idea of who you actually were before you had been pulled into a secluded corner of the school being told that his heart found solace with you by the latter himself.

But people thought otherwise of you. This self entitled bland bitch. Someone who had no right holding his heart.

And while you were doing a good job at concealing your reaction, feelings from everyone else who would find satisfaction in your crumbling, today you just felt fed up.

You shouldn’t keep this from him, especially with how these girls claim to not stop until you stop seeing him all together.

And you didn't want that, not over any kind of pride you stood on.

Yet these girls were relentless, and took whatever chance to harass you and make you feel miserable as hell whenever they could. Despite the attempts you made to confront them and getting them to stop, it was almost comical how they acted as if you were the crazy one for asking such a thing as apparently, it’s entitled of you do so when you already have Beomgyu.

The shoving and tripping in the hallways, the nasty rumours about how Beomgyu is dating you on a bet or how he doesn’t even like you that much anyway. You knew that they weren’t true but it was still hard to walk around school for the past few weeks. Uncomfortable to around halls, classrooms, filled with these people who assumed the worst of the worst of you and your relationship with Beomgyu.

You were once so cheery, greeting friends with Hello’s and curious How are you doing today?’s, you found yourself now held down by the hate being expressed towards you daily.

You were torn, you imagined the moments you began noticing you had begun developing feelings for Beomgyu, and then the time Beomgyu had taken you to the music room to confess to you through a song he had been working on, and then the flashes of those girls holding you down against the sink as they laughed at your distress.

"Ha... you're really low. Can't even get me without cornering me. What? Safety in numbers?" You spat, trying to wringle your arms free but there was no use.

"Shut up" a girl from behind came in front of you and slapped you. Your cheek searing with pain from the slap, your expression was unrelenting to give in. But they laughed anyway "says the girl tied down to the sink."

You were unable to move anything as they pulled at your hair and mocked you for looking so helpless, not being able to defend yourself despite them holding you against your will. The words felt more like physical torture as they continued on. deserves better You couldn’t help but feel so disgusted in yourself as this whole thing dragged on for what felt like hours.

“Beomgyu deserves someone, anyone better than you.” The girl holding you down against the sink chuckles, you tried to say more but they held your face under the running cold water. “Look at you, you can’t even defend yourself, let alone him.”

And you believed them.

It was as soon as a Teacher walked in from all the noise inside the bathroom and caught the girls, you dashed out of there so fast and went straight home. Not caring about your bag you left behind, Taehyun who would probably wonder where you were or the fact that you were gonna be marked absent for your next class. You couldn’t take it anymore, it was as if your insides were being crushed and tormented and you can’t do anything about it even if you pleaded for things it to stop.

Your Mom saw the distress twisted into your usual smile and decided to not question why you were home until you’ve processed things for yourself.

You locked yourself in your room for about an hour or three, unable to move from your bed. It was only until your Mom carefully knocked on your door, asking you if you wanted to speak to Taehyun who had stopped by with your jacket and things.

You decided that getting up and saying a simple Thank you wouldn’t hurt, you didn’t want him to worry either. You’ve enough distress anyway. You just needed something different right now.

But what surprised you the most wasn’t that he was still here sitting on your couch waiting for you or that his expression changed as soon as he laid his eyes on your distraught eyes, but what he says next, “What did those girls do to you?”

You stood there facing him frozen and your eyes wide, “But… how did you know?” you asked, unable to process the shock that he knows.

Looking at you, he could tell that this had been weighing down on you for so long and that you had no idea what to do about things up until now. And so without a second thought, you watched Taehyun as he stood up and carefully walked over to your shaken figure. And without even hesitating he pulls you into an embrace.

You were expecting a lecture that would claw at your insides further on how you had dealt with everything so wrong and that the people around you deserved better than what you were making of the situation. You were mentally preparing yourself up until now. And right now, you felt as if you had been acknowledged for what you were feeling and who you are in this whole situation.

And instead of you trying to hold it together up until now, you finally let yourself break from everything you had withheld, tear after tear until they wouldn’t stop flowing and you let out a choked out sob. Taehyun’s arms held you tighter at the sound of that. “You’re pretty incredible for holding out this long you know,” he said as he patted your back. Still hugging you in the middle of your living room. “but I promise were not the type of people to not take in your feelings over other people’s opinions on our lives. Especially when they choose to take it out on someone else involved with us, especially you Y/N”, letting all the l guilt and shame that you had been drowning yourself in.

“Beomgyu would want to know.” he says his voice calm, you can hear the sense of urgency through his voice.

“I didn’t wanna bother him. This whole thing is—”

“This isn’t your fault Y/N.” he interrupts you, knowing you were about to blame yourself.

“I’m his girlfriend! I should’ve done something more than… this” you stress, struggling to get the words out but somehow he understands you. “I hate that I feel so useless throughout this whole thing.”

Taehyun isn’t as good with feelings in comparison to Beomgyu so it takes him a minute to catch up. But as he takes a moment to piece everything you’ve expressed to him from his perspective, he tries again.

“Our academy is highly populated, even 2000 students alone in out grade and only the best of the best can survive.” he says, you not knoeing where he’s taking this but you patiently wait for him to continue.

“Beomgyu is pretty well known to almost each and every student in the building. And from what I’m aware as well, you’ve also been part of the top highest grading students in our year since we started at the academy.” Still lost in what he’s trying to get at.

“So with a competition of a thousand girls, possibly even boys, he chose you from the many. And with good reason Ms. Top Student.” he teases you but from his confident, well thought out delivery, it makes your heartache from how he took the time to find the right words.

You stood silent for a second letting his words digest into your system and you exhale.

“It’s still not top in the whole school.” you’re perfectionist self reasoned before sniffling again. Taehyun in response, was that he dropped his forehead dramatically on your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh in exhaustion and you giggle.

“Thanks Tyunie.” you say with a light hearted tone, your mood better than what it had been before. You pat the top of his head and he lifts his head to face you. You can never tell why someone like him would be mistaken for someone cold and unapproachable when really, Kang Taehyun was just quiet.

But that didn’t mean he was cold-hearted, because once you got to know him, the way he displayed his affection towards you and his friends, through physical actions rather than words, was so raw and genuine that it never left you to doubt him for a second.

Even as someone who found it hard to break your shell around even your closest of friends.

“You should really tell him though, he deserves to know and I really think that this would help not just you but this whole thing as well.” Taehyun says and you’re able to match the seriousness he put the atmosphere comfortably, rather than if this was happening a few minutes before.

“But what if—”

“And no more ‘but what ifs’, you have to talk to him first.”

He’s looking at you with a look that says you know I’m right and not knowing what else to counteract with, you just sigh in admission.

“Alright.”

A few minutes after your talk with Taehyun, your Mom finally came back out from the other room and into the kitchen where you had begun brewing tea for Taehyun and possibly some hot chocolate for him to bring on his way home.

Your Mom adored Taehyun and was happy to engage in some small talk with him about how his school had been and how he has been as well. Taehyun on the other hand really didn’t have much issues talking with your Mom either because just like you, and also from what your other friends have claimed in the past as well, your warmth and welcoming personality was definitely a trait you got from your Mom.

And soon enough, you bid Taehyun another Thank you to which he responded that he was happy to help you anytime.

[Friday, 08:00 PM]

And so here you were, after mulling over your talk with Taehyun and what had you been doing the past week, the inability to complete any task because of the plague that had been burdening your peace of mind, and several panic attacks throughout the day.

You decided that over anything else, you wanted— no, needed to see Beomgyu. You needed to tell him everything.

And after a few miss calls on his end, you wait for what felt like forever (in reality was actually just 3 minutes), he sends you a message saying that he was in soccer practice, but was able to make it to you.

And with little to no patience today you couldn’t fight the urge to just sit there and wait until he got to you. So you went ahead to put on any kind of thick sweater and socks to keep you warm from the cold air and went outside to sit down and wait til Beomgyu got there. You watched as cars and people pass by until maybe the next would be him. You felt a bit silly making eye contact with unsuspecting strangers, but you couldn’t help the anticipation that was eating your heart away.

And in a grey hoodie you knew all too well, relief that took over your mind overwhelmingly, butterflies that came swarming around at the bottom of your stomach at the sight of the stature pedalling on his bike up to you.

You couldn’t see his entire reaction to you sitting there waiting for him, one reason because of the mask and the other being because your eye sight is shit from all those all-nighters you’ve pulled, to your mother’s dismay, watching those rom-com movies all night until the sun came up.

But that changed until after he parked his bike at the bike rack, and pulled his mask off to find your favourite sight in the world, Choi Beomgyu.

"Y/N." Beomgyu called out to you in a shaky breath, probably from biking from school all the way to your home, no doubt in a rush looking at his slightly disheveled sweater and uneven breaths. His tone was much different to his usual energetic personality, you can see the comfort that overtook his eyes seeing you there already waiting for him. Jogging up to you as he engulfed you in a tight hug, spinning you around. Both sighs of relief and laughter were what was exchanged between you two. Your hoodie falling off of your head from being spun by him and it took you a quick minute to go against the quick wind and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face onto the crook of it and the sweet scent of his shampoo.

His spin slows and your words are muffled by his grey sweater. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Putting you down, you pulled away thinking that he would just follow you back to the bench or inside where a heater is, but he immediately engulfs you in an unexpected hug.

You're standing on the tips of your shoes with your arms still hooked under his shoulders. If he were to let go right now then you would probably topple over on your bottom. But his arms are wrapped so tightly around you, your body is flush against his chest.

"Y/N… Taehyun mentioned that you went home early, Is something wrong?" he asks his voice is soft and quiet. You can hear both the curiosity and concern laced in his voice and your whole mood flips back into anxiousness.

With one arm still holding you, his hand goes up to the back of your head and threads through each strand of your hair. "There's been something bothering you all week and I didn’t wanna pry but-" Your muscles tense up and your body freezes, and that confirms his worry as he can feel you tensing up against him.

You slowly push yourself from his embrace and he helps steady you on your heels again. Your head is hanging low, unable to move yourself as you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye yet when tears are threatening to spill out from your eyes. Beomgyu frowns as he watches you shy away from him. He's holding onto you by your elbows and you're holding onto him for your body's support.

"I know we haven’t been dating for long," He speaks up, his low voice so calm but still enough that you could hear the seriousness in his tone. "but I can still tell the difference in how you’re feeling Y/N."

Beomgyu had figured out that you had been hiding something from him, before you can tell him. What was he gonna think now? That this won’t work between you two because you didn’t tell him?

Beomgyu picks up on the fact that you don’t know what else to do in this moment and gently places a finger beneath your chin, raising it up so that you could finally meet his eyes again. You expected him to be upset, a frown that didn’t belong on his lip. But instead you’re met with his endeared expression, an assuring smile that calms the turmoil inside of you. The worry dissipating from your features was all he needed to see before this look in his eyes, that you cant seem to read, watches as his hand cups your face and his thumb moves from beneath your chin to rub over your cheek gently. You flush in response to his sudden change in demeanour.

Still with his thumb gently caressing your flushed cheek, his eyes meets yours again. “I’m your boyfriend for a reason you know.” he says and you’re still frozen in place.

Your gaze subconsciously trickles down to his lips afor a split second and you scold yourself internally for not having any sense of decorum or decency during a time like this. The pink that was already staining your cheeks worsened to a crimson. You drop your forehead to his chest, shying away from the temptation that came along with his annoyingly beautiful features.

"L-let's go inside first…" You mumble, barely loud enough but he hears you anyway.

You rest the side of your head against his sweater where you could feel the beating of his heart, Ba-bump, ba-bump. You wanted to relish in the calm before the distressing, lengthy explanation you owed him came, better to talk about it in the comfort of your room.

He moves his head up, spacing out into the distance and rests his chin on your head. Nerves prickling over his skin by the thought of what it is you want to say to him. Had he done something he didn't realize he was doing? You usually tell him everything, what was so different now?

His hands running up and down over your arms for another moment until a strong wind gust pass the two of you and he feels your figure shiver in response. He gently pulls your bodies apart and takes ahold of your hand. "It's much more warmer inside, let's get my baby inside." Beomgyu says, flashing you a soft smile and you just watch as he turns his head around, your hand in his, leading you inside.

[Friday, 08:13 PM]

Once inside your room, Beomgyu lets go of your hand and went to your dresser and opened the top drawer where he kept his own clothes if ever he stayed over.

You on the other hand quietly tip-toed into the room, cautiously closing the door behind you, a careful click, careful not to wake anyone up.

The last thing you would need was your famiky assuming that you and Beomgyu were up to anything else that could possibly result in the terror that would haunt your Mom and Dad, and quite possibly Beomgyu’s parents as well, to know that Beomgyu was sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night, doing something that would require little to no talking. It was hard enough to convince your parents to let him stay over, let alone in your room, in the middle of the night.

You insisted he stayed over quite oftenly to the point it was easier for him to leave clothes at your place instead of bring a bag of his things. He even had his own toothbrush, his own brown slippers with bears on it.

You couldn’t hide the excitement and adrenaline rush that came the first time Beomgyu had been snowed in at your house. After spending the whole day with you, a bad storm came down on your town to the point where the snow had basically covered the entirety of the front door, also the only way for Beomgyu to leave. Both his and your parents agreed that it was fine as long as Beomgyu slept in a different room. Although much to their dismay, they found you dozing away, curled up, tucked in his embrace under the same blanket as him the next morning.

The kind of relief and fulfillment that over took your body when waking up next to him was a joy you never would get tired off. Him enveloped in your arms, or his arms hugging you close from behind every morning and doing mundane things by his side was why, tangled limbs under your silk mattress.

This was never for the sake of sex since you both were still virgins. But that could also change any time soon judging from how quick chaste kisses on your bed turned into you straddling his waist and his hands pulling you flush against him by your waist. Devouring your sweet whines with such fervency. Who was to tell? But that was a story for later.

Right now you needed to focus on calming your nerves before explaining the situation with these girls at school.

Turning around to face Beomgyu but your eyes widen as you stumbled backwards, a thud against your door loud enough to probably wake up everyone in the house. Leaving any attempt at being sneaky and quiet quite literally out the door. The culprit being the sight of Beomgyu’s bare chest as he is seemingly changing into a new shirt.

Beomgyu jumps at the loud thud of you hitting the door. “Holy shit Y/N, are you o—” He tries to make his way to you before you quickly raise your hand in protest.

“Put on your shirt first! Are you crazy? Why are you changing here when usually change in the bathroom?!” you quietly yell at him, loud enough that he can only hear.

“Calm down, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You were doing your best to be really quiet earlier I didn’t think want to make anymore noise.” You’re astounded by genuinely confused he’s being and the fact that he thought you would have expected him to change here to save the noise. He had a point but still! “At least a warning Choi Beomgyu!”

“Here I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal anyway.” He says unbothered and aggravatingly calm. “You’ve seen me shirtless before haven’t you?”

“When have I seen you shirtless?” You exclaim quietly yet agitatedly. Getting up from the floor, covering your eyes with one hand while the other pushed you up.

He takes a moment putting on his shirt and lets you know that you can look now before he continues. “Those baby pictures you asked for that my Mom sent last week?” he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eye twitched.

He’s not being serious now… “That’s so different! Baby Beomgyu then not wearing a shirt in contrast to teenager Beomgyu now is so freaking different!” you shrieked quietly, grabbing the sweater hanging by your door and you flail it in his decision. He catches it and chuckles at your fuming fury.

“Okay, okay I get it! My shirt is on now. Now c’mere so I can hug and kiss these silly nerves away.” he said, pulling you into his arms and wrapped one arm around your head and one around your waist. Obviously amused from how flustered you’ve become from simply seeing him shirtless. He hadn’t intended to be so bold with you, but your reaction was so adorable to him he couldn’t resist teasing you.

“You’re amazing.” you roll your eyes, you both know that you didn’t at all mean that in a good way but still he huffs proudly. You don’t see his face, but you can tell by his simple huff and tone that he has the most smug expression on his face. He’s honestly the worst.

You pull apart from Beomgyu as you went outside to wash up and also to give yourself a breather because you’re heart was still racing from the sight of Beomgyu’s bare chest. What the hell was he thinking you didn’t have an answer to them in the moment but he really does like getting you worked up just to get a reaction out of you.

You have to explain to your Mom that Beomgyu was just trying to tease you by scaring the crap out of you. And well, for some reason (your Mom knowing Beomgyu’s personality well enough) that was all she needed to hear and then after excusing herself back into her bedroom to sleep.

You could swear you can hear her holding back laughs from the other side of the door. You sigh and storm back to the bathroom to wash up as you were going to earlier.

You’re now just watching him as he moves around so comfortably in his home clothes, clad in a lazy oversized white shirt and some jogging pants, nothing special but you did love seeing him in white. He just looked so at home whilst manoeuvring around your bed and that made your heart skip a beat at the thought of it.

Patting down and airing out your sheets before flattening it again for you both to lie in.

Because to you, no matter how sad you were, where ever Beomgyu went, as long as he was there you. Your heart felt unbelievably full at the sight of him, the way you would simply just exist and how he would respond to it, it made you feel like you were really living your youth the way it was always suppose to be.

He turns around finished, taking a double take at the bed and plushies before he looks to you across the room. And you’re looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He gives you curious look, “What is it?” he breathes out a laugh. Wondering why you’re staring at him as if he’s still so far away when he’s finally beside you again.

You take a moment to take it in longer before your gaze wanders elsewhere. Your hands coming up to the sides of your arm to hold and ease the nerves.

“I just didn’t want anything else other than being with you right now.” you say, your eyebrows furrowed. You weren’t looking at him but to the left of his general direction.

You could tell that the atmosphere was building up to talk about what had been happening to you this past week and though you were still nervous, you know you needed to talk Beomgyu about this.

“I… didn’t wanna…” Tears already welling up in your eyes as you tried recounting each and every thing you’ve endured the past week. “I've just felt so disgusting this past week” your pride hanging low the moment you’re finally able to say something coherent you cant hold back whatever begins spilling out of your mouth at that moment.

“They were just rumours and a couple of mean girls... So what?! I thought. And here I foolishly thought it wouldn’t become worst from there.” You said, swallowing the lump that had been building up at the back of your throat.

“They cornered me in the bathroom," your vision blurring, you brought your hands to your elbows from how disgusting you felt.

"They pushed my body against the sink the whole time to the point where it was digging into my skin. They just kept pulling on my hair while they were telling me all these… things. I couldn’t… how terrified I felt in that moment and it was entertainment or something for them" your voice trembling, breaking into incoherent parts. Somehow he still understood what you meant, watching you attentively.

"How pathetic I looked in that moment, how someone like me... how we could ever belong together.” A deep breath steadied your composure but you were still dripping with guilt.

You look away blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill out "Fuck, I just feel so disgusting now. I let them get under my skin, and I began thinking that maybe they're right I-"

Your voice breaks in the middle of your sentence as a tear strays from your eyes, your expression searing with anger and frustration.

“Especially with everything being such a catastrophe I- it’s so petty and frustrating I just-” you press, “I really- I just need help.”

If it wasn't for the fucked up things you had just told him about, simply the sound of the word "help" leaving your mouth would have done enough for him to know that this is bad. He feels as if all movement in the world had stopped.

Beomgyu knows better than anyone else how much you hate asking for help. The only time you ever ask for help is when you feel like you can't twist and squeeze anymore energy out of you to cater to your own heart and well being.

But he also wishes to step in when he could, as your boyfriend he wants you to depend on him to pick up the slack not only to have the work out of the way for you but because he loves doing things like this. Especially when it's just for you.

Still looking at you, your eyes trail up his figure, your eyebrows in a knot, your eyes pulling at his strings. And his heart sinks at the thought of you carrying something so painful, so unfairly heavy on your own. Knowing how you never wanna be like other cruel people you've met in your life and blame others, probably blaming yourself for these people being mad at you when it isn't something you can control.

He walks up to your figure, and feverishly gently takes the side of your jaw in his palms and brings your lips to his. Eyebrows furrowed as his lips taste yours, he gently on your bottom so fervently and pull you closer to him. His hands snaking down to your waist as he pulls your body against his, your arms flying to the back his neck serving as your only means of stability.

You’re surprised by his sudden fervency, you kiss him back anyway. Tilt your head to the side, you deepen the kiss and he presses into you a little bit more, his lips move against yours so skillfully it makes your stomach swarm by how good he’s gotten since you stole his first kiss not too long ago.

“Beomgyu-” you say against his lips, trying to catch a breath but his lips chase yours a few more times, leaving you breathless.

You could tell you by whenever his lips attached to yours there was something different he was feeling inside. It wasn’t excitement exactly, it wasn’t lust either, but you could tell that something was stirring inside of that pretty head of his.

He then sudden breaks the kiss, his forehead resting on yours. You see how swollen his lips have gotten from the unusual aggression he put into the kiss, his lips plumped in a deep magenta. And the sight suddenly leaves your head feeling as light as a balloon.

He then rests his chin on your shoulder as he pulls you impossibly closer, your body arching as his hands pulls the small of your back flush against him.

The room is filled with the sound of your air conditioning and the sound of both you trying to catch your breaths again, you can feel how fast he’s breathing against your chest too.

“Y/N” His voice low resonates in your ears and you can hear the urgency tied in with his tone as well as the sounds of yours and his breathing being filling the loud silence in the room. You still feel a bit surprised to his sudden change in tone, first the kiss and now his seriousness.

Beomgyu gently pulls away at the sound of it and he quickly takes your face in his palm and wipes away the tear that escaped, "Don't keep things like this tp yourself," he reassures you.

He stares at eyes full of concern and his brows in knot. You place your hand onto his arm that's cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. "You shouldn’t have to deal them, not anymore, I know and I'm here now." he reassured

Beomgyu's arms wrapped around you more, patting your back, a bitter frown etched on the corner of his lips. If on a normal day, you would've found it to be a bit too tight for your liking, but given that your nerves seemed to have a mind of its own poking at you, his embrace served as an anchor.

But much to your dismay, you watch him as he slowly pulls you away farther. You're about to ask what's wrong, but he hides his expression with his fingers pressed against his temples.

“I'm sorry, I just-" Beomgyu lets out a bitter laugh. His hand falling from his face and you're faced with an expression that was hard to read.

"When I heard some guys in the locker room chuckling about the rumours that had been going around you, I nearly lost my mind because I was so angry." he confessed, letting out an emotionless laugh, the words slipping out with a controlled restraint.

His voice, though measured, hinted at a seething frustration. You frowned at the sight of his frustration. He isn't the type to lose his genuine cool easily. He goes along with whatever and fixes what he can because he's the type who wants to keep moving forward. Even when he was overreacting with his loud nature, it was always humorous and he was always gentle under all that energy.

But right now, an uncharacteristic calmness settled over his features. A chilling intensity in his gaze, a strain was visible from the subtle twitch of his jaw.

Your heart panged in your chest at the sight of this side of him, the thought of his rare anger bubbling out all because of you made you feel an overwhelming amount of guilt.

“had' a ton things I wanted to say to those guys talking about you so crudely. Give em' a piece of my fucking mind-."

"Beomgyu." Your voice an anchor.

It was a quiet whisper but with weight behind it. You approach him and place a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, you can calm down. I'm here, see?"

Beomgyu sighed heavily, as he reached for your hand, taking it in his. "I just... I hate that you went through all that alone," he confesses, his voice sounding guilty, breaking through his previous frustration. "I can't control what people will say or do about me, but coming for my girlfriend is another story"

His words hang heavy, you gently took his shoulders as you turned him to face you.

"You couldn't have known. If anything, it's my fault for keeping this from you," you tried to reassure him as you searched for his eyes, eyes that were too ashamed to even look at you.

Beomgyu's face hardened at the sound you taking responsibility for everything that had happened to you, his brows furrowing in disapproval as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

"None of this is your fault Princess." he says with resolute in his voice. "I can't control what people will say or do about me, but coming for my girlfriend is another story" he say with determination, his eyes meeting yours again with protectiveness in his gaze.

"You've done all that you can, I love that you wanted to keep up a fight but let me take it from here, okay? Both as your best friend and as your boyfriend I'll set things straight.”

You attempted to summon your usual bright smile in response, a testament to your resilience. However, the weight of the situation proved too heavy, and your expression faltering. "Thing is," you began, your voice carrying a hint of exhaustion, "I just knew something like this might happen because of your reputation around campus,"

Beomgyu listened attentively, his eyes filled with concern as he listened to how you had put so much pressure onto yourself when none of this wasn't even your fault. "but I wanted to handle this because I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing anyone, especially you, thought that I can't defend myself as your girlfriend."

"It makes me hate myself even more since I’ve only just made things worst for everyone.” your voice tinged with drain and a vulnerability that you rarely showed.

Beomgyu's heart ached at your confession. He cupped your face gently, guiding your gaze to meet his.

"Hey," his tone gentle yet firm. "You're not alone in this, you have me, remember? "Your well-being is my priority, hm?" leaning up to pressing a kiss to your forehead. An overwhelming sense of comfort and ease washing over you. Closing your eyes, a couple tears fall from your lashes.

He then moves down to kiss the wet skin under your eye and then pulls you into a comforting embrace. offering a tender smile. "And, love, you haven't made things worse for anyone. If anything, you've shown incredible strength in facing this head-on."

His face full of concern, you couldn't bring yourself to move feeling as if one small step would leave you falling through your carpet and into the core of the Earth.

Noticing this, his arms enveloped you in an embrace, a safe haven amidst the chaos of emotions.

You stood still for a moment but you slowly your head rested against his chest, the tension you had been holding onto slowly began to melt away in the warmth of his embrace.

You found a sense of security you hadn't realized you needed. The weight on your shoulders lifted. And for the first time that night, you let yourself relax, finding solace in the warmth his arms.

After a moment, it took everything in you to find the feeling, the words that carrying the weight of the emotions you were grappling with.

"Thank you," you say against his shirt. Yours glistened with unshed tears, but this time, they were tears of relief.

"My big crybaby," Beomgyu laughs softly, endearment in his voice. His laughter dives down and he pulls you away, taking a minute to examine your face for a moment, leaning forward as he presses two more kisses over your eyes, shutting your eyes tight before his lips meet your skin.

"You're okay baby, don’t be too hard on yourself. You have me for that”.

Your eyes widening as you processed his words. You pull away from him and slap his shoulder and he breaks out in a fit of giggles. You groan loudly, now of all times you think to yourself. Despite your glaring, it doesn't stop the sudden twist in your stomach that came at the sight of his gorgeous smile.

"Seriously?" you press, as he calms down and your own laughter mingling with a playful exasperation. "Can't we have a moment without your cheeky comments?"

He couldn't help but chuckle again at your reaction, his laughter a welcome relief amidst the heavy atmosphere. "Hey, I had to lighten the mood somehow," he teased, "Besides, I can't let you drown in all this seriousness. Gotta keep you on your toes."

You barely suppress a scoff as he's coaxing you back into his arms again, he hums despite your annoyance and squeezes you gently.

You shake head, but a small smile plays on your lips. "You're insufferable, are you aware of that?" you say. Your tone a mix of annoyance and affection.

He winks at you, his tone still light. "But you love me anyway."

"Unfortunately" you let out a soft sigh, leaning into Beomgyu's embrace, appreciating the lightheartedness he brought to the heavy situation.

Beomgyu chuckles, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

[Friday, 12:53 AM]

After your breakdown, you and Beomgyu layed curled up in each others arms between your silk sheets for hours, as the rest of the world slipped away. A tranquil refuge from the cruel reality you had been fighting, laid to rest.

Beomgyu gently traced circles on your back, his touch a soothing balm to your emotional recovery. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, his arms a gentle touch that was so comforting you can almost hear it echo through the room.

"How are you feeling?” he hums, swiping away the hair fallen onto your face. You feel like swooning with how gentle his skin is against your features.

“I mean, the stress is still there, like what might happen on when we get back to school but…” You drawl.

“But I just want to stay here now, my body wants to stay close to you” You say looking up to him. You notice a look in his eyes, his eyes that seem to have been focused on you.

You thought back to that bitter feeling of fore-lonely-ness lingering inside of you earlier today, it was when you dragged your eyes back up to his eyes you realized, Not anymore.

"I'm right here" his voice as soft as linen, he smiles so gentle, yet sweet, the whisker under his eyes appear.

A soft smile played on your lips as your heart swelled with devastating affection towards the boy in your bed.

“You are” you say, your fingers brushing against his cheek, his left eye closest to your hand squinting a bit and your heart twinges at the sight of him doing that.

You felt incredibly vulnerable yet comfortable as he left himself entirely open to you as well. Your body felt as if it was floating,.

“I really am lucky that it was you that I ended up with” your voice a whisper and muffled, your eyes closing as you nestle into the curve of his neck

"I think I'm the lucky one baby," he replied with a casual nonchalance, as if trying to one-up you. The sound of him failing to suppress his laughter reverberated through his chest.

You pulled away slightly, looking him dead in the eye. His laughter only intensified as your eyes met, his eyes tightly shut he looked like that one laughing emoji.

"Really?" you question, an annoyed glint in your eyes.

His laughter subsided as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed before relaxing again. "Yeah, really. You're everything to me, Y/N." he confessed, his eyes opening to look at you with a tantalizing gaze, unwavering.

Your heart sank to your stomach at his words as you stared at him in awe, not being able to move, not even inch away from his gaze.

You think back to how earlier, you were in the same bed except you felt like you were falling so painfully slowly into a grey void. And now, you've found yourself home again. Beomgyu’s arms around you being the only thing you need.

A voice inside you spoke to your heart, it was from realization on who your heart really belonged to.

Sorry honey, but I'm no longer yours, you're his.

BONUS I [Monday, 07:51 AM]

The following Monday, you were walking through the halls that morning towards your locker, the weight of the previous week's events still lingering in the air. Hushed whispers and stifled laughter echoing from the students around you, the same hurtful rumours circulating like wildfire. Everyone seemingly taking a more malicious pleasure in the whispers that followed you.

As you passed by the groups of gossiping students, you couldn't escape the feeling of judgment piercing through your back, no doubt reminiscent of the scene that had taken place in the bathroom last Friday.

Your nerves tensed even more as you spotted those same girls down the hall, their nasty smiles perhaps signalling another potential scene.

Your heart was beating loud inside of your ears and your anxiety reaching another high when a familiar voice called out your name from behind. And before you could turn around to see who it was, a familiar hand slipped into yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced up to see your boyfriend.

He had a serious expression on his face. He shot an intimidating look at, quite literally, anyone who dared to glance in your direction. The hallway, once filled with judgmental gazes, now held a palpable weight of authority that radiated from him.

Dare even say you found this side of him a bit hot.

You notice Beomgyu stare holding in place at a specific place in front of the two of you and it wasn't hard to figure out who he was eyeing down as you looked toward the culprits.

Their once confident smiles were now unsure glances between each other, his presence alone seemed to have cast a shadow over their intentions. Beomgyu his gaze was enough to let them know that you are, and always has been, his choice.

And without a moment longer, they quickly dispersed into different ways except for the path that led to you and Beomgyu.

Letting out a heavy sigh, the tensity in posture relaxing as his shoulders fall down.

"May I walk you to class fair maiden?" he teased, wagging his eyebrows and offering you a knowing smile.

A genuine smile broke across your face. "You may, fair knight."

BONUS II [Monday, 8:00 AM]

As you both reached your locker, Beomgyu continued the banter. "So, my princes, any quests or dragons that need slaying with today?"

Your giggles resonates through the room and Beomgyu can't help but fall smitten at the sight of your beautiful smile. "Not today, fair knight. Your presence alone is enough."

He hums and smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Taking the last of your books out of your locker and slamming it shut, he walks you to your first class. The hallways seemed to part as you walked with Beomgyu hand in hand, the whispers of gossip shied away into the background.

Reaching your class, you're about to bid him a Thank you and Goodbye when he leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek, catching you by surprise.

And as if that wasn't enough, he tells you an, I love you Y/N!, loud enough for everyone around you the two of you to hear. You watch his back he runs down the hall to his next class, in no doubt he's late for, as a smitten smile makes its way onto your lips.

You sit down beside Taehyun, a teasing smile on his face. You purse your lips and narrow your eyes in annoyance and he gets back to what he's doing.

Throughout class you think about everything Beomgyu has done for you since last night till this morning in the hall, confidently showing you off and defending you. And thinking back to what he had said before he sauntered off to his own class, you're whispering what you wish you had said before he turned the corner, a reply,

an I love you too.

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