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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ jet lag.

Late nights with Beomgyu returning from trips always seemed to leave the two of you in a weird state of sentimentality.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 1k ✧ fluff

When Beomgyu was away, there were countless questions that lingered in your mind.

Did he think of you on airplanes? With his headphones snug around his ears and the clouds below?

Did he think of your lips as he was exploring new territory— traveling against the turn of the planet, did it take him back to your bedroom?

These were questions you’d never burden him with the pressure of answering so soon, though you wished he would.

What you did know was that you thought of him— always, you thought of him.

You thought of him on airplanes, in thoughts that went a million miles an hour. Over towers made of tin and toy towns filled with figures you’d never know.

Nothing felt real above the ground, your head as dizzy as the first time he kissed you.

You wondered if he thought of the past, in the early morning light when he would wake up next to some stranger, wondering why he didn’t feel a thing.

No one as comparable to what the two of you shared now.

In truth, you thought of the past yourself.

In every bar room and bedroom where you were forced into conversation or giving away parts of yourself to partners who didn’t deserve you— you missed him.

Even without knowing him back then, your heart missed him.

Although these thoughts of the past were shameful to most, never once did you find yourself embarrassed of it all. He never gave you any reason to.

The memories of being tangled in bedsheets with lovers you can’t recall the names of only served as a reminder now.

Never have you been loved as wholly as you were now.

A love in its’ very early stages has somehow given you this feeling of permanence.

These questions and thoughts of what his mind would conjure up in your absence only made you more anxious to see him next.

Teasing texts and photo updates from his travels had you checking your phone, giddy eyes gleaming with excitement.

You wonder if he thought of you in cars. When every turn they took was driving the two of you further apart.

The distance always growing.

Did every road sign pleading him to take care, remind him of how much you wanted him, how deeply he was loved?

The signs issuing out warnings of propriety and setting in place the rules to keep him in check, almost scolding him for leaving.

And staring out the window, miles away from you— Beomgyu found himself thinking of you on the roads that would stretch into the horizon.

On roundabouts and signs that kept telling him that they were going in the wrong direction.

That he was going in the wrong direction: away from you.

In the car, headphones playing a song you’d mentioned in passing— he hoped that you thought of him as much as he thought of you.

Everything was still so fresh between the two of you. There was so much uncovered ground that the two of you desperately wanted to explore together, toeing and dancing on the line of it all, hand in hand.

No matter how many days had passed, your minds drifted back to each other.

In the kitchen of your apartment, humming a song that you’d began to associate with him in your current ‘honeymoon phase’ the thoughts resurfaced once more.

You hoped that every step would bring him closer, that every dead end was a messenger, willing him to turn back around, reminding him when it was time to come home.

The sound of a key turning in the doorway would have made you jump had it not been for you noticing the footsteps leading up to it. His footsteps, a sound newly memorized.

The humming never stopped, even as the sound of tired shuffling and wheels rolling on the wooden floor approached.

The suitcase was quickly discarded in the hallway, hands making their way around your waist and his breath against your neck.

Pausing, you placed the dish you were working on in the sink. “You’re back,” you said quietly.

Before he could respond, a yawn escaped his lips.

You chuckled, grabbing his hands and placing them at his sides as you turned. He frowned for a moment before you faced him, taking his headphones off from around his neck.

Gently, you placed a kiss to his lips. He chased you for more as you pulled away, only for you to place a finger against his pout.

“Let’s go to bed.” Too tired to argue, he nodded.

You locked your fingers with his, gently pulling him toward your bedroom. Without bothering to shed his coat, he sat down.

The nagging look you gave him had him letting out a huff before he shook it off, tossing it to the floor.

While he shed his layers, you went back to the hallway to grab his suitcase and wheel it in the safety of the room.

“I barely know you,” he said, voice heavy with sleep.

Beomgyu already had a large amount of clothes he had left at your apartment, you decided that you would unpack his things for him later.

“You know me well enough.” You said quietly, sitting down onto the bed next to him.

His eyes were heavy, barely being able to keep them awake. Despite this, he widened them as much as he could in an attempt to stay awake. To savor the moments with you.

“I don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee.” He continued.

“I don’t think I’m very picky when it comes to colors— I like pink flowers though, if that’s what you’re asking.” Your answer was teasing as you gently tapped his nose.

The small smile he gave you as his eyes followed your finger made your heart flutter.

“I’m just saying, we should know these things.”

Beomgyu, currently fighting to stay awake for the sake of spending time with you was much different than his usual self.

“We’ll learn,”

You found yourself loving both versions all the same.

“Plus, I know Toto. I think that’s a start.

The mention of his beloved parrot had him rolling his eyes, recalling the memory of the first time he had shown you him.

Terrified as the birds’ claw sunk into your arm, you could barely bring yourself to make eye contact with it.

He always laughed at you for that.

“What about what keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep?”

You tilted your head to the side, fixing your position on the bed as you motioned for him to lie down.

“No one has ever sang me lullabies.”

Soon his head was in your lap as you gently brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“Do you want me to?”

“Depends, do you want to?”

He paused for a moment, thinking over the idea. It seemed a bit embarrassing but for you, he’d do it.

“Well,” he began.

“I don't know a thing about the first guy you loved, why you stopped loving him or if you still do…”

As he looked up at you with his eyes that held the stars even in the darkness, you smiled.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that now.”

There was a comfortable silence and a few moments in as you leaned your head back with a deep breath, you wondered if he had fallen asleep.

Before you could check, he started again.

You continued to stare at the dark ceiling.

“I don't know how many cells you’re made of or if they have any idea that they’re part of something so unimaginably perfect.”

As the blood rushed to your head and you found yourself inevitably dizzy at his confession, you closed your eyes and hummed.

Maybe it was an attempt to calm the swelling of your heart.

“I don’t know any of that about you, either.” You started.

Even in the darkness, his eyes followed your every move as if he was in a trance.

Maybe it was due to the fact that he was that tired or maybe it was because he was realizing that he was in love.

“We may not have a clue about any of these things yet, but this—” you placed your hand on his chest, over his vulnerable heart. “This we know.”

Somehow with that he felt all of the questions he had were stilled, his heart beating in the palm of your hand.

“…You’re right. We have time.”

The comfortable silence returned as your hands found their way into his hair once again, running through it and occasionally massaging shapes to his skin.

And as his eyes collapsed heavy with exhaustion, burying his face against the warmth of your body, it was your hand holding his heart that brought him home.

“Goodnight, Gyu.”

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ strangers in the dark.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 3k ✧ angst , fluff

After so many promises and plans that had fallen through, you found your heart couldn’t take anymore empty words. In this realization, you found yourself.

That night, you made a promise to distance yourself. Although he never confronted you about it, you could see it on his face that he knew.

With each passing day, his smile grew smaller and smaller until eventually it was left to its’ default state.

When you had decided to leave, bag stuffed with your most precious items, it had become obvious you didn’t intend on coming back.

In truth, Beomgyu grew a bit bitter at this— to let someone into his life completely only for them to come in and leave him feeling robbed.

It was neither of your faults, he tried to convince himself.

You both knew that wasn’t true.

The two of you had fallen in love through screens, through satellites that carried your words across the aching void.

An all consuming void put between the two of you by a cruel twist of fate when everything was seemingly going so well.

Night after night, you spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin. How your dreams were filled with the memory of each other and how it was just almost as good as the real thing.

And after the silence, you would think of all the girls made of flesh and bone within his arm’s reach.

Girls far away from the place you two had grown up— girls much more experienced and well versed in the world.

It was through that screen you learned that to love someone completely was to learn from them until their traits become your own.

Texting patterns begin to change and you find yourself repeating things you’d originally never said.

There was many things he had stolen from you besides your heart. Stealing pieces of you like a thief until you became nameless in his memory.

It wasn’t hard to believe that things had to change, looking back you found yourself incredibly stupid.

The seasons changed and your heart flipped with the anticipation that maybe, just maybe, you would finally be able to spend them together— any one, you weren’t picky.

Completely stupid and gullible to believe things could last with someone like him. Someone so otherworldly.

You wondered how you could be so afraid of losing something that was no longer yours.

People changed as well, you knew. Yet he always seemed the same. Maybe that was more painful to acknowledge— that he had never changed and he remained the same boy you had fallen in love with running down school hallways.

But the thing is you knew was that you still wanted to be with him because forever and always in your heart, he remained that boy you fell in love with in the safety of his bed. Incense on vinyls shelves be damned. You never loved the gentle strumming of the guitar more.

Despite the glowing screens growing to burn your eyes through the darkness until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.

Despite the undeniable fact that he had become something— someone so much bigger than himself at 15.

You never thought about it in the moment, how neither of you had said goodbye to the other. Without any words you had shared one knowing glance from the doorway.

Desperately you wanted him to reach out to you, to say something that would make you stay. To make another promises that you knew he couldn’t keep.

In loving him so deeply, being apart from him almost hurt as badly as being with him.

The rust that grew between telephones brought you to a new realization: one that had nausea bubbling deep down inside of you.

It was worse to be nothing with him than to have him at all.

Neither of you had called the other, not attempting any contact no matter how badly the two of you wanted to hear each other’s voice.

How could you go from calling someone everyday to not remembering the last digit of their number?

The amount of times you thought about that night since could be counted on your hands, pushing the memory far into the past with the desperate refusal to dig it up.

Because you had found that night, crying in your car with your head in your hands that with time: no matter how many times you went over it, there was never a solution for the two of you.

You could run back inside, tell him that it was all some sort of prank. And you knew that he would laugh along even though he knew it wasn’t true.

It was after that you worried about. Would it have just been the same? You were sure that the two of you would fall into the same pattern.

Confessions of loneliness and promises of company would be echoed over and over, the two of you swearing to the other that you would try.

Maybe the few times you were together you would make the most of it, claiming to make up for lost time before he was inevitably whisked away to the airport again to fly out and have experiences you could only dream of.

Sometimes during those times you kicked around with bliss and he would take your foot into his hand and kiss the tips of your feet. A small playful gesture that made you stick out your tongue in some mangled expression of disgust. And he’d just laugh, glad to have you at all.

But when he would be gone in the early mornings and you wouldn’t hear from him until he fell asleep next to you again that night and you knew that those moments could never last.

Even though you knew it wasn’t his fault— his job was incredibly demanding of him, after all, you still found yourself growing to resent him a bit. How completely unfair you had been to your love.

Despite that, you couldn’t let go of him.

For some reason, his mouth was always so specific. He always knew how to hurt you with it, in subtle ways.

“Your lips taste like coffee,”

“Bitter?”

“No, sweet.”

Whenever you would say that, he’d scrunch his nose and call you a loser: always endearingly. And when he used to kiss you, you found yourself never wanting to give yourself to another.

Now any lips you met felt tainted.

Bitter with the lust of superficial attraction.

These flings had you convinced that he had ruined your sense of touch because all you could ever feel was him and the faint scent of coffee.

As winter gave way to summer, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and you gave your heart to a photograph.

The edges were bent from being tucked away into bags and drawers, places you swore you’d never look again only to stumble upon it months later when you swear that you’re finally healing and you find yourself crumbling all over again.

Did the boy in the photograph exist still? Surely he was more mature, maybe he was cooler.

Maybe he made sure to match his socks now and maybe the playlist once named after you had remained untouched.

If you wanted to, a quick search engine could give you all of the answers you desperately needed but you knew the harm would outweigh the good.

You wondered if he was taking care of himself properly, eating as much as he’d promised. You wondered if the same songs remained on his favorite playlist or if they too grew bitter to hear with time.

And everything in you screamed at you to call him. As the numbers grew fuzzy, uncertainty taking over as you’d trail off and your fingers hovered over the button.

You knew that you shouldn't have but just when you’d pull away, the memory of a boy brought you back to the idea. Sitting, finger shaking over the button.

The memory of a boy sitting at a bus stop, large headphones providing an extra barrier for his ears to hide in underneath his hair.

From the side, for a moment, he almost looked like Beomgyu.

And as the bus pulled up, the puddle of rain water splashing over the curb and onto your new shoes. There was an ache as you hoped, hoping for something.

Then, the boy looked up and the ache in your heart was replaced with one of disappointment and the feeling of wet socks.

It was quite ironic that these encounters had always happened when it came to your means of transportation.

A boy across the train, head down as he was off in his own land dreaming of something. You almost craned your neck to look over his neighbors and see if maybe, just maybe, it was him.

In the end, the thought of being caught sent a shiver of embarrassment down your spine and your pride overtook any sense of hope as you kept your own head low instead.

It was these boys that had brought you back to him, these and many more than didn’t share any similarities with him at all.

Because even after all the time apart, you searched for parts of him in every one. Everything in you led back to him.

Suddenly, no one had better taste than him.

You found yourself growing grotesquely optimistic at the sight of his favorite snacks, only for them to grimace and tell you that theirs are surely better.

In the car, playing a song he had always loved, only for them to turn the volume down.

‘So I can hear you better.’ They’d say.

You’re sure it was to quiet your humming.

Maybe it was because he was in everything, always that you found yourself fighting to break that promise.

Finally, for a moment, allowing yourself to think back on the night you left. To feel the ache of regret that had always been lingering.

And so you broke your promise, the line ringing to a number that may not even connect to him anymore.

In the late night, calling a stranger in the dark.

“…Y/N?” Your breath hitched at his voice— a confirmation that you hadn’t forgotten his number. That you hadn’t forgotten the most minuscule and important parts of him.

“You— hi. Hi.” Behind the screen you slapped yourself for the word. After so much time had passed, that was all you could bring yourself to say.

Beomgyu propped himself up on his elbow, the neon light of his alarm clock flashing 3:30 AM.

“Do you know how l—” the tired yet teasing tone in his voice was prominent as you scrambled to bring something else up, embarrassment increasing by the second.

Because you were a fool to disturb him so late, when you knew he loved sleeping more than he ever loved you.

“Sorry, sorry. Just…”

There was silence as he waited for you to continue.

You hated the sound of your own shaky breaths.

“…How was your day?”

And to your relief, you heard him chuckle.

“Really? That’s the first thing you say after hi?”

Still tense, you attempted to loosen yourself up as you leaned back into bed.

He was— you imagined— lying down on his arm in bed, tangled in that gray and white patterned blanket that you swore you hated because it was ‘so bland’.

You’d rather die than tell him you bought that same patterned comforter just last week.

“Well… we haven’t talked in a while.”

“8 months, actually.”

You smiled.

“You counted?”

“Does it matter?”

And like it always did, the doubt came crashing down over your head as you sat upright.

As if that would snap you out of it. As if that would somehow distract you from the glowing rays of your phone— from his voice.

“…I can’t remember your laugh. In only 8 months.”

Beomgyu hummed, his voice groggy as he spoke. “…Really? Maybe I didn’t laugh at you much then, because I remember yours.”

You shook your head, “you were always funnier than me.”

The fact that he was entertaining you without explicitly asking what you wanted, you found yourself grateful for the soft spot he seemed to still hold for you.

Because you knew if it were anyone else, he’d be annoyed.

“I miss all the screw ups we had,” you admitted.

“I miss getting angry at you— I hope you know that you never deserved it but… I still miss it. I miss feeling something for someone. For you.”

Despite how late it was, your voice had him following your every word as he waited for the final confession that he wanted to hear.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had. Probably ever will have. I’m…” you tried your best to cry, realizing how completely unfair that would be to him.

How it would destroy him all over again as you did months before, walking out that door, knowing that he’d break his back to make you smile.

“Even when we’re miles away, I knew you’d still want me. I never really… acknowledged how kind you were to me. How loyal you were. Even when I was acting completely irrational because of the distance you were so, so patient.”

For Beomgyu, the compliments felt hollow. Not stemming from the idea that you didn’t mean them— he knew that you did, the sincerity in your voice was hard to miss.

But it was because he couldn’t believe them himself.

Beomgyu was sure that there was more he could have done to satisfy you, to give you what he knew you deserved.

Maybe if he had worked harder, the company would afford him a more flexible schedule and he would have had more free time to devote to you.

It was something the two of you would have argued about before and it seems, still argue about now, yet with time it seems that you’ve traded perspectives.

“No one else, just you.”

“…just me.”

Anxiously, you picked at your nails. It was a habit that you had picked up recently, one you knew you’d never really kick on your own.

There was a scale in your mind weighing the options. You could continue to dance around the topic of that thing you had once shared, briefly, in passing or you could come clean.

“…What did you think when you saw my face for the first time?”

He laughed again, seeming to grow more into his usual self (or the part of his ‘self’ that you remembered— the part of him that you loved).

“So that’s why you called? I didn’t realize you were such a narcissist.” Those words hurt, though you deserved them.

“Can you just entertain me, Gyu? Please?”

The desperation in your voice along with the slight waver had him breathing in, his own breath hitching just for a moment.

The old nickname almost made him smile as he covered his mouth with a yawn.

One thing he hated was being woken up, especially so early and yet somehow, for some reason, he still agreed.

“I think it felt like something was going to end,”

“Like some sort of foreshadowing?”

“Or, something was gonna begin again.”

“How does that work?” He laughed again, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes once more.

“I didn’t know what it was, but I knew from the moment I saw you that it was the end of boredom forever.”

For the first time since you had left, you felt your heart strings being tugged like the strings of his guitar.

Unlike the music he once played for you so skillfully, nothing played this time and you were left with the deafening silence.

In that silence, you had come to face the exact thing that you were afraid of.

You loved him for saying that. And for the intermittent years that the two of you spent entangled, you knew that he loved you back.

Beomgyu had always loved you in his own way. When he promised his time and attention to you— he always meant it.

Whether he could follow through with it didn’t matter because in the end: he wanted to.

Desperately he wanted to give to you what he knew you deserved.

And by letting you walk out that night, he believed that was what he had done.

In the end, there was always love.

Then came the crossed wires, the signal jam.

The static that grew between the two of you was dull, murmuring protest. And you would question if there were others just like you, who had found themselves caught in his orbit.

Those girls so close to him you found yourself envious of, though he never spared them a second glance. Were their worlds revolving around him as well? It was hard to believe that they weren’t.

Whether you were just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon—the original satellite— was the only one he saw from where he was standing.

In the quiet of the night, he closed his eyes as he desperately wished on that satellite.

And you wished too.

Because you loved him, in the way you walk a tightrope. In the way people learn to fall asleep in a war zone.

You could ask why so many times, but you would never get an answer. And that is when the words would come.

“I’m sorry I called so late,” you started.

“It’s okay—”

“I’m sorry for everything, Beomgyu. Really, I—“

Before you could begin to express all of your regrets to him, his voice cut you off. Gentle and just as dreamy as your misty memory remembered it.

“Y/N. It’s okay.”

And without asking again, you decided to trust him enough to believe him.

The worry you had that you were maybe too late because you didn’t know how to talk to him washed away.

Because you didn’t know how to ask him if he was okay— didn’t know how to tell him you were so afraid of losing him until he lost you.

And unknowingly, with the press of a single button, you had calmed his worries too.

Providing him the chance to tell you all the things he never could.

And so he did, sitting up in his bed and talking into his phone in a hushed tone, away from prying ears just how you had many nights before across countries and states.

The night that he told you how much light had left his life when you were no longer part of it.

How he just hoped you realized how much you meant to him, always.

“I was sad that you were gone but I couldn’t be angry. I just wished that I could remind you of how beautiful you are, in case you forgot.”

A reminder he always echoed to you in those days, worshipping every inch of you. ‘From your head to your toes.’

And his smile was so mischievous, as if encouraging you to argue back so he could convince you all over again.

“I never wanted you to think I gave up on you, Y/N. So I'm sorry I haven't told you in so long.”

“Told me..?”

You found yourself wishing that he would crack some jokes to ease the situation instead, but he wouldn’t. He had always been so unusually serious when it came to comforting you.

“That I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There’s always a place for you here.”

In the same fashion that he always knew how to break you— he always seemed to know how to put you back together again.

With his love that was so teasingly mean to your poor bruised heart, he’d patch you up better than anyone ever could have.

“I thought about calling you so many times. I’m sorry I took so long. I think I.. I think I was scared.”

“Of me?” He asked jokingly.

“Yes.” You answered honestly.

Running away from him, you had given so much to things that weren't worth your time.

When all along, it was the one loved that you should have carried.

And all bitterness that grew overtime was now directed towards yourself. Because he had never given up on you— it was you who had given up on him.

It was him who broke the silence.

“Last night, I dreamed we did our laundry together.”

The abrupt confession has you laughing, especially when you recalled the days you actually had done your laundry together.

Washing machine bubbles overflowing as you slipped around on soapy suds, trying to clean up the mess he had made.

Eventually, he decided to stick to being your company sitting next to you as he watched you fold.

“You did?”

And he thought of the way you organized things, folding the clothes with such care and separating them into piles secluded by color.

How you’d throw the pair of socks that you just washed at his face as you told him to change into a matching pair because nothing irritated you more than the hole in his sock.

“When I woke up, I felt sad that it couldn’t happen anymore.”

And you wanted to ask why it couldn’t, but you knew that wasn’t your place anymore.

When the two of you were in love, there was nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. Over the phone, over the distance.

The presence was felt through a voice heard and a screen held.

Despite the dead phone lines, your souls didn’t have internal clocks or calendars, nor did they understand the notion of time or distance. They only knew that it felt right to be with one another.

Maybe that was why you had been searching for him all along, in every passing train window and the lyrics of every song.

That was always the reason why you missed him so much when he wasn’t there— even if he was only in the very next room.

And the even greater distance you had put between the two of you seemed to serve as a lesson.

Your soul would always feel his absence—it just doesn’t realize that the separation is temporary.

Hesitantly, you look down at your phone to the time. Half of you had the heart to ignore it, as selfish as that was. It was getting later into the morning and soon, Beomgyu would have to be up for his daily activities.

“I should go.” You said awkwardly, cursing yourself for never being clever enough and being so utterly predictable.

He hummed, “can I ask you something first?”

You found yourself smiling at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to hang up as much as you did. For the night, you let yourself believe in that.

“Anything.”

“Why is it every time we say good night, it feels like goodbye?”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s not say goodnight then. Let’s just fall asleep like this.”

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ carnival.

Essentially becoming a shut-in due to your extreme fear of crowds, your friends are determined to take you out and show you how much fun things can be.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 4k ✧ fluff , humor , comfort , txt ot5 x reader

The carnival bursted at the seams with life under the moonlit sky. If your eyes had lost focus for even a moment it would fade into a kaleidoscope of lights over the bustling crowd.

The ambience was almost overwhelming to you, someone who didn’t know the world could be so loud outside of the safety net of your headphones.

Amidst the laughter and music, your group of friends had somehow found you waiting by the entrance pathway awkwardly. And suddenly, the scent of cotton candy and popcorn became the backdrop for your exciting night.

You found yourself anxious for what the night would bring, unaware of just how excited they were as well.

You, who walked the earth freely without your feet ever truly touch the ground. To anyone who passed by it seemed as if you floated by with the wind.

Many hands would reach for you but you, who were completely unaware, remained unanchored.

Belonging to no one, to nothing, to nowhere. Existing only in a world of music, your own little world.

It seemed that you only awarded your attention to people who you thought truly deserved it, so when you had agreed to go to the carnival with the group of boys they’d been ecstatic.

It had been a shock, in all honesty. Not for a lack of interest: you had been friends with them all for a long while, but you weren’t too keen on loud blowout events such as these and instead shied away from them. Your willingness to try and enjoy the night with them had them feeling grateful.

Soobin and Taehyun had been the most understanding initially, preferring much quiet nights in themselves with their own tendency to get annoyed by the recklessness of those around them.

Beomgyu understood but he had brought it up a few times before you had agreed, insisting that he would win you all the prizes on the fairgrounds if you came.

Kai hadn’t pressured you about it all considering he wasn’t a fan of the rides himself, not really wanting to go at all but tagging along to win some new plushies for his collection.

Yeonjun had bugged you, much more often than he would ever admit, but he couldn’t help it seeing as he just needed his best friend to come or the night would have been ruined.

Considering your distaste for these kinds of overwhelming events, you were fairly hard for the boys to make plans with. They were almost always busy doing something so when they did try to spend time together, it was usually doing fun stuff like this.

When they met you though, they were quick to recognize you for what you really were— a free spirit, a wandering star. Hard to pin down.

Yeonjun’s arm fit right on your shoulder like he was made to be there. And Kai’s grip on your sleeve didn’t feel like any extra weight, it somehow felt like an extension of you.

Taehyun’s laugh had become your favorite sound, along with the company of Soobin and Beomgyu’s constant teasing and bickering.

You grew to love your friends, any and all parts of them— you were sure that you would love them always, no matter where you were scattered throughout the galaxy.

And you had showed them what it means to hold something you can never really hold on to, always managing to slip away just in time before their confessions could stumble out.

“Looking good, Y/N! For someone who didn’t want to come you look like you put some effort in for me.”

His arm found its’ home on your shoulder as always, shifting his weight onto your frame and you rolled your eyes.

“For us?” Taehyun emphasized, waving to the other boys who followed.

Yeonjun’s eyes left you as he looked back at them and pouted out his lips with an annoyed look. “Eh.”

Confused, you gently pulled his arm off of you and turned to face him fully, leaning against the fencepost you stood at.

“I didn’t do anything different, you’re delusional.”

“Ignore him, he’s teasing you.” Soobin said before flashing you a small smile, hands placed in his pockets. “You do look nice though, like usual.”

Maybe it was the endless chatter of the people around you or the fact that said people who were rushing past you could probably hear the heartfelt compliments that had you flustered.

“Ah… thank you.”

Beomgyu fake gagged, hitting Soobin’s shoulder. “You guys aren’t subtle at all…”

Kai nodded in agreement. “It’s making me sick and I haven’t even had any cotton candy yet.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widened and he quickly waved at Beomgyu, “Eh— yeah and no way you’re gonna!” It was almost like he immediately entered himself as a substitute for their parental figures in that moment.

You found yourself hiding behind your hand as you laughed at his bewildered facial expression.

“Remember the last time? You spewed that junk all over me, I went back home looking like a troll!”

The topic of food had your mind wandering for a moment as you felt your stomach growl. Memories of going to fairs with your family as a child had hit you as you remembered what you used to enjoy before you shut away.

“…I’m kind of craving fried dough, actually.”

Taehyun turned to you, “we should get snacks, then.”

About to accept his offer, you nodded only to be cut off by Kai.

“No way, games and rides first and snacks later.”

Soobin shrugged, “why don’t we just get snacks halfway through the rides?”

Yeonjun let out an annoyed huff at your lack of attention, “yeah, yeah… fine. Let’s go.”

The six of you began making your way in, the colors bursting to life like a technicolor dream. In your opinion, it was all too much but the vibrant tents and swirling rides did pique your interest.

Taehyun snickered from beside you, “worried Beomgyu’s gonna get into a cotton candy coma again, huh?”

Beomgyu almost seemed embarrassed by what he was talking about as he turned to you with an expression of what seemed like mock offense. “It was’t that bad!”

“Tell that to my hair...” Yeonjun grumbled, nudging Soobin to switch places with him at your side.

“Whatever, your hairs fried to hell anyways!” Beomgyu said in a teasing tone.

Soobin gave Yeonjun a smile and instead turned toward you next to him, causing him to pout.

“Hey, why don’t we test our luck at the ring toss?“

You thought about it for a moment, glancing over at the tent to inspect the rewards. “For what? A goldfish?”

He shrugged.

Seeming as you ultimately came up with nothing of value from that tent, you turned your attention to the one next to it and smiled.

“Look, there’s a huge penguin plush. Kai needs it!”

Kai perked up at the mention of himself and looked over to the tent, eyes widening a bit at the size of the prize you were looking at. Despite that, he laughed.

“What? No he doesn’t, he’s practically drowning in th—“ you rolled your eyes at Yeonjun’s arguing.

“Wow, Yeonjun… don’t you want to make Kai happy? What if that penguin plush is the final one he ever gets? What if a meteor hits us right now? And we all die, sad and alone with no penguin to accompany us at our bitter end.”

You moved in front of the group of boys and grabbed Kai’s hand to lead him toward the tent.

“He doesn’t need it, Y/N. There’s a difference between need and want—“

“Okay, mom.” Beomgyu snickered and Yeonjun’s cheeks heated up out of embarrassment. All he wanted was to spend time with you, not do whatever this was.

“I do. I need it, or I’m gonna die.” Kai said, playing along with you. “Sad and alone.”

Putting on a panicked tone, you jumped back and pulled Yeonjun forward, pushing him in front of you as you shoved him toward the booth.

“Yeonjun!! He’s gonna die! Hurry, hurry! To the basketball booth!”

“Yah— Hey! Stop shoving me! And stop being so morbid!”

Next to you, Kai leaned on Yeonjun as he let out a dramatic groan. “Ugh… Y/N I don’t think I have much longer…”

Your eyes widened, “oh, no! Kai?! Nurse!! Nurse—!!”

Finally giving into your shenanigans, Yeonjun couldn’t help but crack a smile as he pushed Kai off of his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Just stop yapping, you’re gonna get us dragged to the medical tent before Beomgyu even overdoses.”

“I’m not overdosing this time!!” Beomgyu called out behind you three.

When the six of you reach the tent, you wait patiently for the other patrons to leave with their prizes before you stood, motioning for Yeonjun to go. “You’re not gonna try?” He asked.

You laughed, “yeah. No way. Never, actually. Never been good at sports, don’t even wanna try.”

“Y/N… the hoops right there. It’s not even that far of a distance.” Soobin said.

Shooting him a glare, you motioned toward the booth. “Fine then, you try.” He jutted out his lips for a moment as if in deep thought then shrugged, situating himself next to Yeonjun.

The carny handed them their first basketballs before activating the rig, the hoops suddenly moving across the board in front of them.

Kai shot you a look and you shrugged.

Yeonjun was fairly confident that he could get some in, considering that he was arguably the best out of them at basketball.

Even with Soobin’s height, he was sure he could beat him.

Unfortunately for Yeonjun, your cheers of encouragement found him a bit too determined to try hard and impress you and he completely missed each shot, losing to Soobin by one single goal.

One that only fell into the hoop because Yeonjun’s ball had hit it directly into it.

That definitely hurt his ego a bit.

“Ouch! Cringe shot…”

“Thanks, Beomgyu.”

“You’re welcome!”

“So… what was the strategy there? Just wild flinging?” Taehyun asked and Yeonjun just let out a nervous laugh. “I guess I’m just off my game today.”

“Well… guess I’ll die.” You giggled at this and turned to Kai, raising your fist. “We’ll get you one of them later, promise.” He smiled and bumped his fist with yours.

“Plus, it’s not Yeonjun’s fault. Soobin just has such good luck when it comes to games, right?” You asked, following behind them as they started to walk.

“Or I’m just the best!” Soobin called after.

The scent of fried delights and sugary treats was thick in the air once more, the smell of more savory things than sweet making you wonder if you were now approaching the actual food area.

The mechanical whirring of the rides had you raising your voice as you all talked, “what about that?” You called.

They followed your eyes to see a few game machines lined up, you making your way over there.

“She’s doing really well,” Taehyun said happily.

Yeonjun nodded. “She is, isn’t she?”

Standing in front of the carnival games "Whack-a-Mole Madness," you poked at the buttons before realizing you had to enter a quarter.

Embarrassingly enough, before you could scramble around in your bag, Taehyun had come up and inserted a coin for you. You smiled sheepishly and gave him a quick thank you as he nodded, moving to the machine next to you.

“I wanna try,” Beomgyu exclaimed, rushing to the machine on your other side. “Here.” Taehyun reached over you, handing Beomgyu a coin as he thanked him.

The three of you grabbed the foam mallet and the machine began to ding wildly, colors flashing as you were tasked with squashing pesky mechanical moles as they popped up randomly from their burrows.

It was fun for a few moments before you found yourself growing irrationally annoyed at the moles that you kept missing. “Teach them a lesson, Y/N!”

With each successful whack, lights flash, bells ring, and the mole retreats into hiding, only to pop up again in another spot. You were doing fairly well, or so you thought, until you turned to Taehyun to see him expertly wack each one back down with ease.

Your eyes widened a bit, “you’re so good at it?!”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think so? Here, I’ll help you—“ Taehyun put down the mallet on his machine as moles began to pop up all over, similarly to yours had while you’d been distracted.

Taehyun moved behind you but before he could grab your hands to show you, the two of you were distracted by a loud dinging sound.

Beomgyu threw the mallet down hard at the machine, whacking every single mole at a feverish speed. The dinging came as the time limit ended and he laughed loudly, throwing the mallet. “HAH! I WON!”

You laughed as he jumped back to the other boys, cheering as Soobin gave him a high five.

“Nice, Beomgyu!”

Satisfied with the bragging rights that come from being crowned the (unofficial) Whack-a-Mole champion of the carnival, Beomgyu kept the smile on his face as he dramatically spun on his heel to face you. “I think you know what this calls for.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but before you could ask, he cut you off. “Cotton candy.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widened, almost in horror. “Aw, man…”

Soobin snickered, “it was doomed to happen eventually.”

“Eh, whatever. His body, his choice. You’re gonna be the one giving him a piggy back ride when he complains about his stomach.”

“Nope. Not it. Kai.”

“What?! Why me?”

“Your piggy back rides are the best.” Soobin said in a matter of fact tone.

“So? Don’t sign me up for that.” Kai argued, though everyone was well aware that if anyone actually needed it, he wouldn’t hesitate to pick them up.

“I am a grown man.” Beomgyu said with a straight face.

“With the stomach issues of a teenage girl.” Taehyun added.

Soobin gently tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn toward him. The smile he gave you was so sweet, you almost lost your appetite for anything else. “You wanted fried dough, right? I’ll get you some,”

Growing a bit worried at your friends beginning to separate, you grabbed onto his sleeve. “You’re all going?”

He shook his head and laughed, ruffling your hair. “We’ll be back in a few.”

Scrunching your nose up in annoyance, you began to flatten it back down. Kai lingered back as they went off, not wanting to leave you alone.

Grateful for this, you grabbed his hand and gave him a small smile. He gave yours a squeeze in return.

The two of you trailed after the others just a bit to meet in the middle, stopping at a new game booth curiously.

Soon, the others returned to see you and Kai standing side by side, armed with water guns and a shared determination. The look on the two of your faces was priceless as Beomgyu took multiple pictures with an itchy trigger finger.

The two of you were too locked in, bursting as many balloons as possible before the clock eventually ran out.

The colorful balloons bobbing and swaying on the rotating platform, you were determined to make yourself up to the Carnival Gods.

You and Kai raced against each other, trying to outshoot and outscore the other.

When the bell signaled the end of it and the final balloon burst you happily threw the gun back onto the counter and cheered. The memories of your shared fun were cherished long after the last balloon had burst.

“Yeaaah, that’s it Y/N!” You didn’t have to turn to see it was Yeonjun who had always cheered for you. Suddenly you found yourself embarrassed by how freely you expressed your excitement.

Yeonjun stood munching on a churro with a panda plush in his hands that you assumed had been the reasoning for their prolonged return.

Soobin handed you the fried dough and you gave him a quick smile of appreciation before biting into it, the warmth elevating the taste in your mouth.

Turning back to the booth, the carny stood with an expectant look on her face and you felt your face heat up once again.

“Oh! S-Sorry! Um.. prizes, right.”

Your eyes scanned them all, unfortunately not finding the particular animal you were looking for. “Hm…”

“Molang!” Kai called out, pointing to exactly that. A single Molang plush tied up by the wire in the upper corner of the booth. “They’re trapped…” You said breathlessly before motioning towards it. “Yeah! Molang!”

She laughed, pulling out a stepping stool to untie it for you and handed you the giant Molang which immediately found its’ home in Kai’s arms.

The night went along like this, fairly smooth without many slip ups. The occasional bickering between members occurred as usual but it was all in a playful manner. You found yourself feeling eternally grateful that you had come out for this night with them.

Everywhere you looked, there were games of skill and chance, beckoning with promises of prizes and fleeting glory.

In a place where thrill-seekers and romantics alike lost themselves in the magic of the moment, swept away on a whirlwind of adrenaline and wonder: all they could do was focus on you.

It wasn’t as if the group didn’t know of their shared feelings for you, in fact it had become a common topic of conversation in the hangouts they all had in Yeonjun’s room.

They all liked you: that was obvious to everyone but you.

What was even more obvious, though, was the fact that they couldn’t all confess to you. That would be much too overwhelming and confusing so rather than doing that, they all agreed to stay friends with you until they got their own moment.

Even with their feelings for you, they refused to argue over you. Besides some small jealousies here and there, they still loved each other dearly and refused to let any feelings ruin their friendship with their brothers.

Finally, it was time for the rides.

Striding towards the towering roller coaster, a mix of excitement and nervous energy coursed through your veins.

Yeonjun must have noticed and he nudged you, “it’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe that but seeing how he himself had nervously gulped, you gave him a deadpanned expression and hoped that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

The line snaked its way through a maze of metal rails, each twist and turn bringing you closer to the heart-pounding thrill—or rather, the fear awaiting at the ride's entrance. The distant screams of riders echo through the air, heightening the adrenaline.

Soobin seemed to pick up on Yeonjun’s inability to comfort you and made his way over from his place beside the line.

“I can sit with you if you want, Y/N. That way you can hold onto me if it gets too much.

The thought of clinging to him, as embarrassing as it was, did seem comforting.

As if clinging to him would somehow keep you grounded hundreds of feet above the ground.

Considering Soobin wasn’t initially going to even get on the ride, you tilted your head slightly. “Are you sure?” He just nodded with that same smile. You found yourself admiring his teeth.

Eventually, it was your turn to climb aboard. Taking your seat in the streamlined car, you felt the unfamiliar click of the safety harness locking into place, securing the two of you for the adventure ahead.

“It’s really not all that scary,” it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself now and you wanted to laugh.

“You’re already high off the ground so obviously it’s not much for you.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a judgmental look. “I’m not that tall.”

You rolled your eyes, “sure.” Beomgyu reached from the car behind you, grabbing onto your shoulders which caused you to jump as you turned back to him.

Half expecting him to make a joke about the situation, something about the railway coming undone or something. Instead he gave you a gentle smile, similar to the one he would give you at the end of a long day. One filled with comfort.

“You got this.” And somehow, you believed him.

The attendants give a final thumbs-up, and with a jolt, the coaster lurched forward, leaving the platform behind. You instantly closed your eyes as you felt a rush of air hit your face and the butterflies overtook your stomach.

As the coaster began its ascent, the world fell away beneath you, the clatter of the tracks drowned out by the pounding of your heart.

“I cannot believe you guys got me on this damn thing.” Finally prying your eyes open, you turned to glare at Soobin finding him already shooting you that goofy smile with those irritatingly cute dimples.

“It’s not our fault you’d do anything for us!” He called out.

With each passing second, you climbed higher and higher, the anticipation building with every foot gained.

“Plus, who would want to miss this view?”

At the peak, you paused for a moment, suspended in mid-air, taking in the breathtaking view spread out before you.

And you wanted to argue back, tell him that you regretted getting on the ride and regretted coming altogether. But you couldn’t because as you looked down at all the neon lights flashing in the darkness and how beautifully they blended together, you realized he was right.

The sight was beautiful, but it was even more beautiful because you were seeing it with them.

The wind rushed past, tugging at your hair and clothes, as you braced yourself for the exhilarating descent.

And then, with a sudden plunge, you were off, hurtling down the steep drop at breakneck speed. Your screams quickly turned into laughs that mixed with the others.

The world blurred around you as the coaster twisted and turned, banking sharply around curves and rocketing through loops.

Despite your fear being overtaken by joy, you still found yourself clinging to Soobin’s arm as you laughed. His face held a strange look of pride and admiration for you— not that you had looked to notice.

The force of gravity had you both pinned you to your seats, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you surrendered yourself to the wild ride.

As the coaster finally screeched to a halt back at the station, you found yourself breathless and exhilarated, a wide grin plastered across your face.

The rush of adrenaline was still coursing through your veins as you and the others stepped off the ride, pumped up and ready to take on whatever thrills the carnival had to offer next.

Approaching the carousel, it greeted you all with the enchanting melody of its whimsical music. You found yourself drawn closer with each playful note.

It was certainly a step down from the roller coaster but you still insisted on going on it. They didn’t bother to argue, just glad you were enjoying yourself.

“This is like going on the zip line and then going straight to the teacups.” Beomgyu commented as you inspected the vibrant carousel horses, each one adorned with intricate details and bright colors.

“Don’t be a hater. I just want to admire their ‘timeless dance’.” You said jokingly as you pointed to them simply moving up and down.

“We can just make a ‘timeless dance’ by ourselves,” he argued, grabbing your hand and you shook your head, pushing him back from you gently with a laugh.

As you all stepped onto the platform, the air was heavy with the scent of freshly painted wood. You chose a random white horse, running your hand along its smooth surface and felt the cool, polished wood beneath your fingertips.

In truth, you mostly wanted to ride the carousel to admire the art of it. It’s true that you had a fear of these dramatic rides but this was the exception, it was something nice and sweet that reminded you of your childhood somehow. It felt nostalgic for all of you as you all climbed aboard.

With a graceful sweep of the floor as everyone lifted their feet to stabilize themselves, the carousel began to spin. The platform beneath your feet started to rotate, and you leaned your head on the pole you clung to, turning to Beomgyu.

“I think I might fall asleep on this thing.” He said.

“Thanks for coming, anyways.”

He paused for a moment at the sincerity in your voice, looking you over as you blinked anticipating his response. “Nah, no way I can sleep now.” He said simply.

“Not when you look at me like that.”

Pausing for a moment as his words hit you, you brushed it off with another laugh as you hid your face in your hands and turned forward to the others conversing as they rode.

Around and around you went, rising and falling in time with the music, the wind whipping past and you found yourself laughing.

The cheerful chime of the carousel's music box almost sounded like a symphony.

You caught glimpses of the carnival unfolding around you: children with sticky fingers were clutching oversized lollipops, couples stealing kisses beneath the twinkling lights, and families laughing and smiling as they shared the magic of the moment.

It made your heart swell as you came to realize exactly what you had been missing and how lucky you were to have friends to help you come out of your shell.

And then, all too soon, the carousel began to slow, bringing your ride to a gentle stop. Slightly disappointed, you furrowed your eyebrows together.

Beomgyu excitedly jumped down and held his hand up for you to grab as you climbed down.

In that moment, a sense of contentment washed over you, lingering like the fading strains of the carousel's music.

With a smile on your face and a skip in your step, you stepped back into the bustling carnival, carrying with you the memories of the ride.

You all stepped into the queue for the Ferris wheel, anticipation hanging thick in the air. The towering structure loomed above, spokes reaching for the sky, promising a bird's-eye view of all the chaos below.

Looking up, you found yourself growing as anxious as you were excited.

“Huh…?” While staring, you realized that the ferris wheel had only seated two people, like the roller coaster.

Unlike the roller coaster though, the seats were separated with quite a distance between each other, meaning that you and whoever you sat with would be alone.

For some reason, your heart jumped at this. The idea of being alone with someone so close.

“There’s only room for two people?” You asked, even though you knew the answer.

Taehyun laughed and nodded, “you didn’t know?”

Frowning, you shrugged. “I thought that maybe it would be one of those big ones that sat everyone…”

He shook his head, “sadly not.”

As you inch closer to the front of the line, the rhythmic clinking of the cars ascending and descending fills your ears.

Standing before the entrance, the worker looked at you expectantly before glancing at the boys behind you.

You turned to face them and they all gave you an encouraging smile, each one as sweet as the one before.

“So, who’s it gonna be?”

[Choice 1: Soobin.] ★ [Choice 2: Yeonjun.] [Choice 3: Beomgyu.] ★ [Choice 4: Taehyun.] [Choice 5: Kai.] ★ [Choice 6: None.]

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ carnival.

Essentially becoming a shut-in due to your extreme fear of crowds, your friends are determined to take you out and show you how much fun things can be.

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As you inch closer to the front of the line, the rhythmic clinking of the cars ascending and descending fills your ears.

Standing before the entrance, the worker looked at you expectantly before glancing at the boys behind you. You turned to face them and they all gave you an encouraging smile, each one as sweet as the one before.

“So, who’s it gonna be?”

Looking at each of them, it felt almost impossible to pick just one. The feeling that everyone was waiting on you made you even more anxious, the idea of annoying the people around you getting your nerves up even more.

“Hey, Y/N it’s fine. Take your time.” Taehyun commented.

The small smile he gave you was enough to have you letting out a sigh of relief. Beomgyu swayed back and forth on his heels, clapping his hands together.

“One, two…” he began counting down dramatically, motioning for you to hurry up as people behind him waited.

Shooting him an irritated glare, you reached over the chainlink and grabbed his hand. The action quickly made him stop and a wide satisfied grin made its’ way onto his face.

“Hah!” Beomgyu shoved the stick of cotton candy he had been holding in Yeonjun’s hand as the boy took it with a confused look before shrugging, taking a bite from it.

Stepping forward, the two of you step onto the gondola as the attendant begins to follow the safety measures.

“Hey, Y—”

“Gyu, if you start tweaking on this ride when we get up there I’m flinging you off and then myself.”

Beomgyu’s wide smile fell and he blinked slowly, hands clasped together. “Oh!”

With a lurch, the Ferris wheel began its slow ascent, the ground falling away beneath and butterflies beginning in your stomach.

“I wasn’t going to, what I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted is that it’ll be fine. This is like, the second safest ride after the carousel and you did fine on that.”

The carnival buzzed with excitement below as the sounds blended with the lively atmosphere.

You let out a huff, turning toward him. “That’s a kid’s ride.”

“And so is this! Ta-da!”

“Right. Thanks, Beomgyu.”

The same mischievous grin never left his face and you found yourself more focused on him than the strange jumps in your heart.

Despite your nervousness, you couldn't help but laugh, grateful for Beomgyu’s lightheartedness.

It was obvious he was putting up his usual act to entertain you but you found yourself appreciating it as a nice distraction.

"Thanks for always making me laugh, at least.” you said, voice filled with gratitude as you swung your legs back and forth.

He noticed the motion and let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he had managed to calm you down enough that you were seeming more comfortable.

He flashed you a boyish grin, eyes sparkling. "Anything for you, Y/N~”

You cringed at the high pitched voice he put on as he puckered his lips towards you, shoving him away with a choked laugh.

The quick distraction seemed to lose your focus as the ferris wheel reached its peak and your nerves seemed to resurface.

Beomgyu was quick to notice and reached out, placing a hand under your chin and turning your face to him.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm right here with you," his voice was soft and comforting and you almost felt nauseous at how gentle he had been.

The whole time, even with getting swept up in the rush of the night, he always seemed to hold himself back for you when he knew you needed it.

“Yeah, right. You’re always here aren’t you?“

“Always for you, that’s why I’m your favorite.”

“Hm… are you?”

“Would I be here if I wasn’t?” His voice was teasing, although it sounded like a genuine question.

“I guess not.” It came out in a mumble, you not wanting to fully confess that he had been right.

“You’re always on my mind, that’s for sure.”

Hearing this, Beomgyu gave you a curious look before confidently grabbing your hand in his and holding it up in front of you. “All according to plan, then.”

This time it was your turn to give him a confused look, tilting your head to the side slightly. “What do you mean?”

He smiled, “I always want you to think about me. I want there to be some tiny particle of thought that always holds a piece of me, just like how you’re always on my mind.”

Every word was the truth— Beomgyu knew that the world wouldn’t end if you had slipped out of his life but he was sure it would stop turning entirely.

You had come to fit in his life like a recurring dream, unknowingly invading his every thought like he wished he could for you.

Even when only an arm's length away—it felt like you were somewhere else, in your own world entirely. He would reach out and touch you, only for his hand to come up empty.

You almost felt sick from how flushed you felt, eyes searching for any sign of a joke but only finding a look of pure sincerity. Any mischievous glint before had completely melted away.

“You think of me?” You asked, almost breathless.

“Obviously, I do. I love you.”

You felt a wave of warmth wash over you, all you could focus on was how breathtaking Beomgyu had looked.

In the moment there was no humor in his voice, just genuine affection. It would almost be alarming if you hadn’t known him as well as you did.

There wasn’t any need to question it, his love was always there just bubbling underneath the surface. Maybe he just expressed it in his own way.

“I do too.”

“Think of me, or love me?”

“Well both… obviously.” You said, mocking his tone from moments earlier.

Your heart was pounding in your chest at the admission as you noticed the way his gaze softened while he looked at you. A way you’d only seen in your daydreams.

As you rise higher and higher, the carnival below seemed to be drowned out even with how bustling it had been.

The sounds of laughter and music faded to the background and all you could focus on was the sound of the wind and the gentle creaking of the wheel as it turned.

Without hesitation, Beomgyu brought your hands held up between you to his mouth. You smiled, embarrassed as he placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

The cute moment didn’t last long before he gently bit down on your hand, causing you to jump and pull it away from him as he snickered.

“What is wrong with you?” The seat shook slightly due to you jumping and you found yourself quickly grabbing onto his arm, clinging onto him.

“Are you crazy?”

“Crazy over you~”

“…Yuck.” A quiet laugh left your lips, shortly followed by a deep breath as you calmed yourself for the final time.

Despite the fact that your seat had stopped shaking, your grip on his arm stayed the same.

The wheel began its descent as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the soft chiming music below slowly coming back into focus.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I hope that little by little, you find yourself thinking of me, until you wake up one morning and realize you can't think of anything else, because I’ll always be here.”

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ carnival.

Essentially becoming a shut-in due to your extreme fear of crowds, your friends are determined to take you out and show you how much fun things can be.

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જ⁀➴♡ wc 1k ✧ fluff , humor , comfort

As you inch closer to the front of the line, the rhythmic clinking of the cars ascending and descending fills your ears.

Standing before the entrance, the worker looked at you expectantly before glancing at the boys behind you. You turned to face them and they all gave you an encouraging smile, each one as sweet as the one before.

“So, who’s it gonna be?”

Looking at each of them, it felt almost impossible to pick just one. The feeling that everyone was waiting on you made you even more anxious, the idea of annoying the people around you getting your nerves up even more.

“Hey, Y/N it’s fine. Take your time.” Taehyun commented.

The small smile he gave you was enough to have you letting out a sigh of relief. “I think…”

As they looked at you expectantly, you frowned. There was no way that you could choose just one of them without feeling bad for leaving the others out.

“I think… I-I don’t think I want to go on it anymore.”

Turning to the attendant with an apologetic look, you gave a quick apology before walking away, ushering the boys out of the line.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Yeonjun asked, looking back with a concerned look toward you.

“If you’re too overwhelmed we can head out,” Soobin started.

Shaking your head as the six of you find a place behind a nearby tent, you shook your head. “I’m fine! I’m having fun!”

Kai tilted his head slightly at your tone. It was fairly obvious you had became overwhelmed, even if you refused to admit it.

Your heart was coming down from the anxiety of holding up the line as you looked back at the ride, seeing the couples and families climb aboard.

In truth, you didn’t want to go on it that badly but the embarrassment from not being able to make such a seemingly simple choice had you flustered.

“Why don’t we get out of here anyways?” Taehyun offered.

You gave him a quizzical look, fiddling with the end of your shirt. “Where would we even go?”

Beomgyu shrugged, “why don’t we just go look at the stars?“

The suggestion was simple but it had caught your attention, looking up. All night the carnival seemed to distract from the natural beauty around you.

A part of you felt ashamed for not taking a moment to appreciate them.

Taehyun nodded. “Soobin still has some blankets in the truck, I think.”

“That I do,” Soobin said with a huff. “My poor napping blanket.”

“Come on, you big baby. I’ll wash it when we get home.” Yeonjun said, nudging the taller boy as he let out a huff.

You laughed, shooting him a grateful look. “Thank you, Soobin.”

As your group of friends began to weave through the carnivals crowd for the final time, the chaos began to fade into the distance.

Taehyun and Kai’s gentle hold on your hands had you sending them grateful looks.

Laughter and the faint echoes of carnival music lingered in the air as you all left behind the colorful lights and bustling rides.

Excitedly, Beomgyu walked backwards as he continued to ramble about a topic you couldn’t follow at all.

Seemingly, him and Soobin were arguing over who was better at the game they both played.

“Quit fighting!” Yeonjun called after them.

Ahead, the wide field was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

Even with the music in the distance, it was peaceful. Tall grass swayed gently in the breeze.

There was a rhythmic whisper that accompanied all of your footsteps as you found an area to settle down at.

Yeonjun and Taehyun set out the blankets as you and Kai gently nudged each other, pointing out the stars you could already see much clearer.

Soobin and Beomgyu seemed to continue their previous antics as they stumbled around chasing each other.

The scent of earth and grass filled the air and you took a deep breath in, finally feeling your heart settle for the first time that night.

The faint aroma of the carnival treats were finally left behind and as you sat down, Beomgyu basically crashing down next to you, you laughed.

You had once heard a story once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them.

Even when they were cursed for the rest of eternity, transformed into stardust and placed scattered far apart throughout the galaxy.

Parts of them still found each other in the vastness of space.

In this story, rather than previous lovers, you had seen your friends.

Your bodies were made of stardust, and you were hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision. Yet each and every time, no matter what— you would find each other.

The night sky stretched endlessly, a canvas adorned with countless stars. Tired conversations ensued until you were all lying down, laughter subsiding into a familiar and comfortable silence.

Nameless stars gracefully stretched across the heavens, a river of light that seemed to flow from one horizon to the other. Endless.

In this moment of awe and wonder, you found yourself hoping that this moment could be endless as well.

Each star seemed to twinkle with its own secret, beckoning you to explore the mysteries of the cosmos.

You, Soobin and Yeonjun began to make up names and stories for the stars as Taehyun stifled Kai’s laughter in attempt to not wake a sleeping Beomgyu.

The air was crisp and clear, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that enveloped you all like a warm embrace.

In this moment, surrounded by the vast expanse of the night sky, you were reminded of the beauty of the universe.

No matter how overwhelming things had gotten, no matter how big and scary the world truly was— you would always find yourself back here in this familiar patch of grass with your friends.

With Soobin’s tired head on your shoulder and Beomgyu fast asleep on your thighs.

The gentle hum from Yeonjun and Taehyun accompanied by the squeeze Kai had given your hand.

The contented chatter of crickets and the slow, rhythmic song of cicadas.

If you could describe happiness, it would be that moment the universe had conjured up for you.

Served to you like some sort of cosmic apology for all that you have been through, and all that you had missed out on.

If you could take from all the possibilities, that moment would be the one you would always choose to bring into fruition.

And yet, you were well aware that the world spun too quickly and it turns too slowly as you waited and waited for the moment to transact into memory.

Eventually, the day would come when you could no longer tell the difference between this memory and a dream.

You found your own eyes growing heavy as your hand stilled in Beomgyu’s hair, coming up to your mouth to stifle a yawn.

Despite the acknowledgment that this, too, would end, you found the timeless connection of the stars omnipresent in your friendship.

As the stars watched over you all, unwillingly drifting to sleep together, a part of you confirmed what you had always known.

The six of you would always find each other, no matter if it was a dream or a memory.

There was nothing to grieve over in this moment. There was just love.

“Do you think there is the possibility of you and I?” The star asked.

“In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?”

“There is something so delicate about time, so fragile.” The moon had started.

“If nothing ever comes of us, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism that you have gifted to me.” The sun chimed in.

“You have given me something I can always keep close to me—to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine.” The moon commented.

“The love we share, it will be carried on by us through generations. It will be passed on and felt, the pieces of each other that we have borrowed and spent will be remembered.” The sun had finished.

“No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.” The star said.

“Thank you for loving me.”

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Pearl.

Vacation is reaching its end and you find yourself growing restless as you wonder if you’re ‘boy of the summer’ feels the same way as you do.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 6k ✧ fluff

"Hello? Did you hear anything I just said?"

You opened your eyes, the sun blaring in your face. Turning slightly, you recognize the familiar voice and match it to the face in front of you. Chaewon sat, snapping her fingers in your face.

“Sorry," you said. "What were you saying?"

You were sat between Chaewon and Yunjin on the beach, spread out lazily lounging around on beach towels.

The guys were out messing around in the water.

The sun blaring in your eyes wasn’t worth the hassle of trying to catch a glimpse.

Despite how early it had been in the hang out, you already felt yourself beginning to feel sun-sick. The hangover from the night before certainly didn’t help either.

It was eighty-seven degrees already, and it was just the after noon so you were sure that it would get even hotter as the hangout progressed.

When the summer vacation had started with your friends, you were already counting the days until it ended.

It wasn’t that you weren’t a fan of it, you definitely weren’t against the parties and the guys but you had your studies back at home that you wanted to get back to.

Now that the summer was ending, though, you wished that time would come to a slow.

“I said, what are you going to wear to Heeseung’s party?" Chaewon repeated.

She'd lined your towels up close, so that was like the two of you were on one big towel. Despite you arguing that she would block your sun, she simply winked at you.

She rolled onto her stomach to be face-to-face with you, placing your chin in her hands.

"I don't know," you said, shielding your eyes from the sun once again.

She had tiny sweat beads on her nose and she hummed for a moment as if in deep thought.

She said, "I'm going to wear that new sundress I bought with Kura at the outlet from the boardwalk."

You closed your eyes again, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. Since you were wearing sunglasses, she couldn't tell if your eyes were open or not anyway.

“Which one?"

"You know, the cute one with the pink ribbon that ties around the neck. I showed it to you, like, two days ago." Chaewon let out an impatient little sigh as you gave her a sheepish smile.

"Oh, yeah," you said but you could tell that she knew you still didn’t remember.

“You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?” A familiar mischievous smirk grew on her face and you opened your eyes just to roll them.

“Is Kura coming to the party?” You asked, attempting to change the subject.

“Nope,” she said popping the ‘p’ sound. “Says she’s too busy for it.”

“Well, I don’t blame her. Last time she came she had to hold back Yuri’s hair… not a fun time.”

You hummed in response, recalling the night. Heeseung’s parties were mainly just an accumulation of all the random early 20 somethings visiting for the summer looking for free drinks, it wasn’t unusual for someone to have one too many.

“You know, Beomgyu is going to be there…” her voice trailed off into a whistle and you sent a glare her way, sitting up.

“I’m not thinking about him. Plus, Jake is the one who invited me. Wouldn’t it be rude if I hung out with another guy?”

Chaewon’s eyes trailed behind you, widening a bit before she shook her head and smiled at you again. “I’m sure Jake wouldn’t mind, he’s a dog anyways he wouldn’t care.”

“A dog? Nice, Chae.” You snickered, causing her to rapidly wave her hands in front of her in defense.

“I meant in a golden retriever way! If anything, he’d probably be happy for you.”

“Right…”

You started to say something else, something nice about the usual crowd you saw at the parties or even an excuse of being ‘too tired’ from the bonfire last night but suddenly felt ice-cold aluminum sticking to the back of your neck.

You let out a yelp as you quickly turned around, shooing away in whatever direction the cold can came from.

In turning, you came face-to-face with Yeonjun, crouched down next to you with a dripping Coke can in his hand, laughing his head off.

You glared at him, wiping off your neck. You were starting to get sick of him and his friends entirely considering how much they occupied your mind— and days in general.

“What the hell, Yeonjun?”

He was still laughing, which made you even more annoyed as you pushed yourself to stand up, shoving his shoulder.

“God, you're so immature."

"But you looked really hot," he protested. "I was trying to cool you off!”

Chaewon and Yunjin laughed at this, Yunjin turning fully to face the commotion.

“Nice one, Yeonjun. Very smooth.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and he flashed her a charming smile.

You didn't answer him, placing your hand on the back of your neck. Your jaw began to feel really tight, and you could feel all the other girls staring at you expectantly.

Yeonjun’s flirting was just a part of being his friend, after all. Everyone knew that it wasn’t necessarily targeted, though he did always say that you were his favorite to mess with so that could be debatable in your eyes.

And then Yeonjun’s smile slightly slipped away and he said, "Sorry. You want this Coke?"

You shook your head, and he shrugged before retreating back over to the water.

Yunjin shook her head, turning her attention back to the magazine she was flipping through. “Guys never learn…”

As she trailed off, you felt blood rush to your face out of embarrassment. Normally you would entertain his flirting, hell sometimes you were even the one to initiate it, but the past few days all you could focus on was him.

It was annoying, really. Yeonjun and you were always playful together but over this summer specifically, things seemed to change. Now all you wanted to do was talk to his friend but it seemed like he was ignoring you for some reason.

Still, your annoyance with his friend being taken out on him was less than fair and you knew it.

Being mean to Yeonjun was like being mean to a puppy. There was just no sense in it and you’d just feel bad afterwards. Too late, you tried to catch Yeonjun’s eye, but he didn't look back at you.

Chaewon sighed, “always tearing men apart. Aren’t you, Y/N?” She asked in a low voice.

You lay back down on your towel, this time face up hoping to hide the regret on your face.

You took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. The music from Kazuha’s phone was giving you a headache from the volume.

Chaewon leaned over and pushed up your sunglasses so she could see your eyes. She peered at you with concerned eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just too hot out here." You wiped sweat off your forehead with the back of your arm.

"Don't be embarrassed. Yeonjun can't help being an idiot around you, he likes you."

"Yeonjun doesn't like me," you said, looking away from her.

It was obvious that you were trying to convince yourself.

Yeonjun did sort of like you, in the same way a boy likes his favorite toy. You were well aware of the fact that he liked you: you just wished he didn’t.

"Sure, he's totally into you. Just like Jongho, just like Shotaro. I still think you should give at least one of them a chance. It'll take your mind off of you-know-who."

You turned your head away from her and she said, "How about I do your makeup for the party tonight? I can use that cute pink glitter you liked last time!”

The idea of getting ready with Chaewon was comforting, even if you weren’t too keen on going anyways. “Sure.”

"What are you going to wear?"

You shrugged before noticing she had begun scrolling through her phone. Realizing that she hadn’t seen, you replied.

"I'm not sure."

Chaewon nodded, eyebrows knitted tightly together as if the decision was a crucial one.

"Well, you have to look cute because everybody's gonna be there," Chaewon said.

You had caught onto her emphasis of the word ‘everyone’ but decided not to comment on it.

"I'll come over early and we can get ready together." You nodded, closing your eyes once again with a deep sigh.

The bonfire casted a warm glow against the darkening sky, flickering flames dancing in the cool evening air.

You sat, Jisung’s arm draped around your shoulder as you downed another drink. Despite the close contact, everyone was well aware that the two of you weren’t together.

For the most part, everyone knew that you were single. You had made it very clear, despite your constant flirting that you weren’t looking for a relationship in the slightest— hell, usually when the summers would end you’d completely go ghost on everyone to return to your normal life.

What happens in Busan stays in Busan and all that nonsense.

Amidst the lively chatter and laughter, you had noticed a boy chatting with Yeonjun, silhouette illuminated by the fire's light as he fiddled with the a camera in his hands.

You’d seen him plenty of times before but never managed to talk to him by yourself, usually getting wrapped up in conversations with Yeonjun and his other friend, Kai.

Shrugging off Jisung’s shoulder you gave him a quick excuse, though he was too immersed in his conversation to even notice.

“Yeonjun! Who’s this?” You asked, stumbling a bit as you plopped yourself onto the log next to them.

Yeonjun’s eyes widened a bit at your suden appearance but he quickly eased into it, pulling his friend into him with a proud smile.

“Choi Beomgyu! Choi Beomgyu, this is Busan’s dear party girl, Y/N.”

“Beomgyu. Just Beomgyu.” The guy gave you a smile, though all you could focus on was his hair at the moment and how soft it looked.

“Not property of Busan, Yeonjun. I just come through sometimes…”

“Right. Y/N here is our summer storm.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, “summer storm?”

“Every summer, returning to break boys hearts.” Suddenly, the idea of boasting about your reputation filled you with embarrassment.

You shook your head, letting out a forced laugh. “He’s joking! Obviously.”

“In other news, I haven’t seen you around much. Are you new here?” Beomgyu nodded.

“I guess you could say that. I usually come with Yeonjun and the others, just not big on the whole party scene.”

Yeonjun let out a dramatic wail, “poor guy stays in the vacation house the entire time. I tell him it’s no way to spend the summer but he never listens!”

The idea of spending the summer inside their vacation home did sound painfully dreadful— not that it was a bad home or anything, you’d been over a few times to hangout with Yeonjun and Soobin but it was fairly small to fit all four of them— or five now, you suppose.

The idea that there had been another guy with them the entire time that you never met made you the slightest bit annoyed at Yeonjun for not introducing you, especially considering how cute he was.

“I get it, a fellow introvert.” You said as Yeonjun gave you a bewildered look. “Fellow? You’re the least introverted person I know.”

Upon noticing the glare you gave him, Yeonjun’s mouth quickly reverted to his normal pout before he let out a hum of realization.

When people called you a chameleon, you always thought it was a bit funny. Although it was true in some ways with how you would change and shape yourself to match those around you.

The nickname didn’t bother you, though the scaled animal itself was less than appealing to be compared to.

“Regardless,” you started. “I can respect it. Sometimes it's nice to escape the chaos, you know?”

Beomgyu nodded before a small, playful smirk grew on his face, looking up at you. “Summer storms bring chaos wherever they go though, don’t they?”

The heat that you felt rush to your face had you clearing your throat before letting out an embarrassed laugh, reminding yourself to punch Yeonjun for calling you that later.

“R-Right…”

It must have been obvious that Beomgyu had you flustered because Yeonjun snickered before excusing himself, rushing back to the bonfire, probably to gossip about whatever was going on with the two of you with their friends.

“It's quieter over here, at least.” He said, taking a drink from the cup he was holding.

You wanted to ask what he was drinking but it seemed to just be water.

“Well, what's your story then? What do you do when you're not dodging party invitations?”

Beomgyu shrugs, tilting his head slightly. You notice how his hair frames his face so perfectly and again, you find yourself fighting the urge to brush it out of his face.

“Mostly just listen to or make music. And you?” Your eyes widened a bit at the idea of him making music.

Throughout your years visiting, you’d surely met hundreds of guys who claimed to be musicians.

Some were surely better than others but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes after the third time. Claiming to be a musician just felt like the oldest trick in the book now.

Despite this, you found yourself interested in Beomgyu’s music specifically as you shuffled closer slightly. As if it would somehow serve to let you know more about him.

“Oh, you know, the usual. Hanging out with friends, smoothies and açaí bowls… hitting up every party within a ten-mile radius and waking up with the worst headache ever thanks to Soobin’s mystery concoctions.“

Beomgyu gave you a look as if to ask if you were crazy, “I wouldn’t put anything in my body that Soobin makes. That’s your first mistake.”

A genuine laugh slipped and you shook your head, leaning in as you held eye contact with him. Unlike you expected him to, he didn’t seem to shy away from you.

Most strangely, you found that you couldn’t read him at all.

It stayed like that for a while.

“Let’s take a picture together! To preserve this memory. To new friends, right?”

“Sure. To new friends.”

That moment it felt as though the hands of time stood stilll; Beomgyu and his camera smile— a flash of something real.

Your heart fluttered at the click of the camera’s shutter, and that was it.

The two of you talked until the evening, agreeing to meet again once the sun came up.

You knew that you would be hungover and dreaded the idea of getting up early but decided to deal with it to spend more time with him.

And so you met up once more, traveling down the beach’s trail as the moon came out for awhile; the trail lights glowing warmly creating a halo around him.

He’d offer to take a photo and you’d gladly pose for him, grateful that he wanted to remember you.

With each click of the camera, the clock would pause and resume its ticking with your heart on the dial.

Beomgyu had agreed to come out to more parties for the promise of seeing you and you found yourself searching for him at every function.

The two of you began to emerge during each other’s off hours simply to connect as often as you could, summer’s clock ticking away.

There were a few whispers about you and your new ‘boy toy’ but you couldn’t find it in you to entertain them like all the times before.

Something about him grabbed you, genuinely, for the first time in years. Anytime you thought that you had nailed him down he seemed to surprise you again.

Your ‘Mr. Mysterious’ quickly became ‘Mr. Perfect’ in your mind and as embarrassing as it was, you found yourself checking your phone often for his texts.

Despite your seemingly contrasting personalities, you felt a genuine connection spark, conversations somehow flowing effortlessly.

And that’s how you found yourself completely overthinking everyday leading up to the end of summer.

The idea of going from talking to and seeing Beomgyu everyday to not at all was sickening to you.

Something you never worried about before, the mere idea of him forgetting about you made you nauseous.

Though, you were far too prideful to ever truly admit that to someone, it was fairly obvious to everyone around you with how your behavior had changed.

Rejecting any and all advances toward you, instead opting to look for that familiar head of brown hair and finding yourself waiting for him.

Impatient as always, you’d stand with your arms crossed tapping your feet in annoyance at the curious glances thrown your way but the second he would show up, the biggest smile would make its’ way onto your face as the world melted away.

You wondered if he himself had noticed that change or if he thought that was just how you were.

Saving yourself and your time for him, precious nights spent partying without a care in the world had turned into nights focusing only on him. Or alternatively, your nights being ruined when he didn’t show.

The rest of the summer seemed to fly by quickly, regardless of how agonizingly slow it felt waiting for him to make a move.

There were times when you were sure it would be it, quiet moments in the car before he had dropped you off at home. Your breath hitched as he looks at you from behind his glasses, only for him to smile and give you a ‘get home safe.’

That was the last night you had seen him, a week and a day ago. You would be embarrassed of how long you had been keeping count if you weren’t upset by it.

In the end though, you guessed that was what you got for waiting around for some guy.

“Y/N, you’re spacing out again.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Kazuha laughed as she turned back to the mirror, applying her lip gloss.

“You know, even if Beomgyu doesn’t show up I’m sure Yeonjun will.”

“Beomgyu will show up!” Chaewon cheered, pausing for a moment while she applied your eyeliner.

She must have noticed that her voice came off much too certain as everyone in the room gave her a confused look.

She laughed nervously before continuing. “I-I mean… I asked Yeonjun and he said he was going, so…”

“Right.” Yunjin said, drawing it out as she straightened out her bangs.

“You said he hasn’t answered you in a while, right?” Eunchae asked from the doorway, shoveling spoonfuls of fruit loops into her mouth.

“Uh… yeah.” Your voice was quiet and it was obvious that you were embarrassed about it.

“Want me to send a pipe bomb to his house?” She asked, eyes cast down as she scooped up more cereal.

Chaewon paused to slowly turn to Eunchae who shrugged, causing you to laugh and relax the slightest bit.

“I don’t think blowing up Y/N’s boy of the week is good for the singles’ economy. Who knows, he might come back in the cycle.”

“I don’t care if he shows up, anyway.” Kazuha and Yunjin silently shared a knowingly glance.

Chaewon frowned, fixated on the glitter she was applying to your eyelid.

Eunchae smiled, dimples showing as she shook her head. “He totally got you, didn’t he?”

A part of you wanted to deny it, but the silence that fell over the room with soft music playing from the speakers was enough to tell you that there was no point anymore.

No matter how many times you’d argue, swinging like a pendulum between yes and no— you’d always reach the same conclusion.

You always wondered if the mind answered to the heart. The way it always conjured up things that weren’t there. The prizes he won for you at the boardwalk’s arcade and the way he held your hands in his as he tried to teach you to play some dumb shooting game.

You didn’t pay attention to the screen and he laughed with you focused on him being so close.

There was never a chance for you to try and change how you acted around him, he saw right through it.

Maybe that was the reason you found meaning behind everything he did when it came to you.

How he plagued your mind like a disease, invading your space like some irritating bug you couldn’t quite catch.

And you could never place what was so different about him compared to everyone else you had talked to. Something about being with him felt like being home, somehow.

So despite the growing irritation, you would wait until summer’s end.

Wanting the mirage knowing it will never be enough.

But your heart doesn’t have eyes and the mind cannot resist when it asks.

You sighed. “Maybe he did.”

The beach house party was already irritating to you once you arrived. The girls kept together as they all went to get drinks and you set off on your own.

And even though you swore it wasn’t to go find your pest of a guy friend that you may or may not have had a tiny crush on, it was obvious that no one believed you.

The party had been loud and crowded like all the ones before but now the mass amount of sweaty people just irked you and dancing seemed far less appealing.

Maybe you had finally gotten over the scene and preferred something much more down to earth and personal.

It made you sad in a way, but you chalked it up to the fact that things always change.

Only the golden sand stretching outside into the horizon provided comfort as you peered out to the waves through the pane of glass.

Torches outside lined the perimeter and flickering flames adding a warm glow to the gathering as a few stragglers hung outside.

The sliding glass doors blurred the boundaries between the inside and outside and you felt drawn to the deck, eventually giving up on searching for Beomgyu.

Considering he hadn’t been answering your messages anyways, you assumed he wouldn’t bother talking to you even if he was there.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called for you and before you could turn, a heavy arm found its way around your shoulder as the guy practically dropped into your lap.

“…Soobin?” You gave him a confused look. The two of you had talked tons of times but you wouldn’t consider you particularly close.

He also wasn’t one to play into your usual flirting so for him to, quite literally, throw himself at you was strange.

“Yeah, yeah!”

“Are you… okay?” There wasn’t much concern in your voice. After all, you’d seen Soobin drink a fair amount of times and he seemed to handle the morning after well enough so you figured he’d be fine.

“Yeah! Yeah, I was looking for you.”

“For me?” Now, there was a bit of concern in your voice. A small part of you nagged at you for being so selfish but you brushed it to the back of your mind.

“Yeahhh…”

“Why?”

He hummed, raising an eyebrow at you with puffed out cheeks. As cute as he was, you were already beginning to feel a little annoyed.

Curse you for being sober.

Gently, you reached out, pinching his cheeks where his dimples were. “Spit it out?”

“Oh! Yeahh, Beomgyu’s looking for you.” At this, your eyes seemed to light up and betray you as Soobin’s smile grew even wider, taking notice.

The deck was adorned with string lights and colorful lanterns that must have begun blurring together for Soobin as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

Knowing the feeling all too well, you let out a sigh. “Stay here, I’ll get you some water.”

Standing up, you gently pushed him off of you and he frowned.

“What about Beomgyu?” His voice called over to your retreating form.

You let out a huff as you waved a hand back towards him dismissively. “What about him!”

As you made your way back inside, lounge furniture was scattered throughout as guests were spread all over.

A makeshift bar was set up in one corner, stocked with an array of cocktails and chilled beverages. When you reached the table, grabbing a cup and sharply turning to make your way to the kitchen a body suddenly blocked you.

“Y/N!” Looking up, you sighed with relief.

“Jake, hi.”

“You’re not drinking?” He asked, motioning to the empty cup in your hand as he held his between his lips.

Ignoring the way he had asked as if he was genuinely shocked at the idea, you shook your head.

“Maybe later. Right now I’m getting water for a completely wasted Soobin.” Jake nodded, gently guiding you by your arm to move behind him as someone shoved the two of you.

He gave them a glare before returning to you with kind eyes. “Don’t let me stop you then. I just wanted to let you know that Beomgyu’s been looking for you.”

It was almost like the mention of his name alone gave you a headache with the way you audibly groaned.

“Thanks, Jake.” You said with a thin smile, pushing past him as he gave you a confused look.

Finally reaching the kitchen after a few minutes that felt like ages, you filled the cup with ice and water before returning to Soobin.

Stepping through the glass door once more, you saw the all too familiar back of a head.

“Beomgyu,” You started.

“Hey, Y—”

“Y/N!” Soobin cheered, pulling Beomgyu in close to him and pointing. “Y/N’s here! You were looking for her and now you’re here. Both— you’re both here. My favorite couples here!”

“Not a couple.” The two of you said in unison.

Even though you had said it as well, you couldn’t help but feel upset by how quick he responded. How hypocritical.

Soobin looked between the two of you before groaning, taking the cup out of your hands and downing it.

“AH— Ice water? Are you trying to kill me?”

You shrugged, sitting on the opposite side of Soobin from Beomgyu.

“I was hoping the cold would shock your nervous system back to normal and factory reset you or something.”

Soobin paused for a minute before nodding. “Very smart. I admire woman in stem.”

“Don’t you mean women?” Beomgyu asked, amused.

Soobin just shook his head.

“Why did you drink so much anyway?” You asked.

It wasn’t like Soobin was a prude when it came to drinking but more often than not, him and Kai were the sober ones of their friend group. At least, unless they were celebrating something.

“Wowww, I am so glad you asked.” Soobin motioned from you to Beomgyu, leaning back slightly.

“Take it away.” He said, only for Beomgyu to shoot him a look that you couldn’t exactly read.

Soobin deadpanned at the silence before letting out a huff, pushing himself up clumsily and stretching. “I am.. celebrating!” He raised his arms up for only a moment before they dropped to his sides.

“You,” he started pointing at Beomgyu. “Do the thing. I’m outta here.”

With that, he stumbled away to go find Kai. You furrowed your eyebrows at the fact that he had basically just thrown you to the wolves but decided to chalk it up to the fact that he was inebriated.

“So…” Beomgyu began to trail off and you huffed, arms wrapping around yourself for comfort.

If he had asked, you were just cold.

“You haven’t answered me in a week. That’s kind of a dick move— actually, no. Not kind of. It is a dick move. You’re a dick, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu let out an exasperated sigh and you opened your mouth to berate him before he nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Expecting him to argue back, his lack of defense made your annoyed expression morph into one of confusion.

“…Huh.”

“I was a dick,” he started. “I should have answered you, there’s no reason for me to not have. I think I just needed some time to myself after getting burnt out from going out so often and I got caught up in my own world. I’m sorry.”

His response was clear and communicative and you found yourself feeling embarrassed for trying to start an argument. Because he wasn’t like any other guy you had talked to and you seemed to forget that.

“I’m sorry for being rude.” He shook his head and smiled.

“You just missed me, right? You have a reason to be hurt.”

The familiar feeling of your chest tightening made you clear your throat. “As if…”

Beomgyu laughed. “Alright. You missed my camera, then?” He asked, holding up the camera he had in his lap.

You hadn’t even noticed it throughout Soobin’s antics but now that it was in front of you, your eyes became fixated on it.

“Maybe just you.” You muttered, putting your hand over his and pushing the camera back to his lap gently.

“Knew it.”

“Don’t get cocky.” You said with a huff, finally meeting his eyes, not even realizing that he moved closer in Soobin’s absence.

“I couldn’t. Never with you. You keep me humble.”

With him sitting in front of you, eyes as warm as always you found him only confirming what you were afraid of.

You didn’t just love Beomgyu, you were in love with him.

“I think I hated being away from you more than anything. Like, ever.” Beomgyu paused for a moment before nodding.

“Me too.”

You shook your head, “well it didn’t seem like it.”

“I think missing you was easier for me because of all the pictures of you I have.“ Your breath almost caught in your throat at the comment, imagining him hanging up the photos he had taken on each of your outings in his room like precious memories.

“I forgot that just because I got to see you everyday, that didn’t mean you could see me. Sorry, Y/N.”

And it was true. Despite your bugging Beomgyu much preferred to be behind a camera than in front of it and you didn’t want to bother him so eventually you had stopped asking.

All you had was one shaky photo of Beomgyu next to your drunk self, both of you giving a thumbs up. An embarrassing photo that you would rather take to your grave than make your lockscreen for all to see.

“You better make it up to me. Summer’s already ending, you know…” your voice trailed off and he could sense the hurt behind your words as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

Despite the loud music from inside and the few stray party goers outside with you both, the moment felt way too intimate for your liking.

“You’re right. We’ll just have to make the most of it, right?”

Another annoyed sigh came from you and you turned, cheek pressed against your knee as you glared up at him.

“So, you excited to get back home to your girlfriend?” Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at you.

“My… girlfriend? Y/N, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You groaned, “then why haven’t you asked me?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper and you were sure that he didn’t even hear you. Before you could try and backtrack, he chuckled.

“God, you’re impatient aren’t you?” Straightening back up, you gawked at him.

“Me?! Impatient? I’ve been waiting, like, all summer!”

“I meant right now,” he said mindlessly combing through his camera’s gallery.

Eventually he stopped, turning it to you. On the small screen, fuzzy and dark was the photo of the two of you that first night you had met only illuminated by the fire nearby.

Before you could ask him why he was showing you that, he cut you off.

“I had to ask Yeonjun beforehand. Since I’m such a good friend.” His voice was teasing as you rolled your eyes.

“And before you deny him liking you, I already know that he did.” You reminded yourself to curse at yourself later for being so predictable.

“Anyway, he was cool about it so I just had to think over how I wanted to tell you how I felt.”

“How you felt?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I think the best ways for me to communicate are through music and pictures, so I wanted to do something with those.” He let out an irritated huff before gently handing you his camera, your eyes still fixated on the photo of you both.

Shuffling through his side bag, he pulled out a folder. It was a normal white folder but on it was small doodles of bears and other animals. It was cutesy, not what you were expecting, but cute.

“But, I don’t have access to any of my recording stuff here so I figured the pictures would have to do.”

You hesitated for a moment to open the folder before he nudged you. Gently, you opened it up and slid out the photos. They were physical prints of all the photos he had taken of you and the one you had taken together.

“I think that the best pictures are ones we take of the people we love.” He said, voice a bit quieter than before as if not to scare you.

The kindness in his words hit you and the weight held behind them made you almost want to cry as you were reminded all over again.

You loved Beomgyu.

And you almost wished that you never did because loving him was like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with your eyes bright and skyward as the sun shined down on you, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how you would get back down.

Because the comfort in knowing he would be there to catch you if you fell was worlds more painful than the idea of falling at all.

Falling into the realization that if you were to lose him and the summer, a whole universe would go along with him.

In changing yourself for every guy that you’d talked to, entering stages for some momentary fun only to leave in the morning and forget once summer ended, you picture all your other selves, standing in line like a row of dominoes; separate but part of the same disjointed whole.

None of them felt like you, not anymore. Not when he saw right through you like this.

Yet, how could you hold a single one accountable when all you wanted was to be loved?

The realization for Beomgyu had come much too soon for his liking. Almost as if he had fallen face first into love, simultaneously knocking the air out of him while helping him see things much clearer.

How much easier it got for him to imagine you as a young girl. To think about your worn-out heart, breaking for the things you couldn't hold on to such as childhood pets and toys. The wish that he had met you sooner, if only to love you for longer.

The moment that the realization had come, the flash had hit you as he stared at you through the view finder. Your prettiest smile through his lens, he could somehow taste the salt of the sea when you both were miles inland.

Whenever you were together, the ocean felt like a fractured memory of when you had first met.

Your reputation never mattered to him, everyone had something they were known for. Who you were in front of his camera: he believed in that version of you. He loved that version of you.

He loved you.

And in the moments where you would slip, showing some sign of sincerity with your soft spoken words and your gentle glances, he had always known.

How you threw yourself blindly at the world and its people, hoping that it would always open its arms up to you and find you a home.

You weren’t some disastrous storm wreaking havoc— he found a pearl a much more suitable comparison. Like the ones you would look for on every beach, the place you felt most at home.

A pearl. Soft and sensitive to the world around it, yet as beautiful as the ocean it made its’ home.

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"We have to get her to stop. She's burning down everything we built!" "Or you could get a real job?" "Oh no. Never that."

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

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genre. fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers

contents. cursing , dumb humor , very little plot , drugs (obvi) , ft. jake + jay from enhypen & mingi + yunho from ateez .

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001. You're Welcome!

002. Standing on big business.

003. Master Plan…

004. financial compensation.

005. i be coolin.

006. cinnamoroll or angel dust?

007. BIG FUN!

008. dumbass cupid.

009. true (twitter) romance.

010. idiots 1 & 2.

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CHAPTER ONE: You're Welcome!

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

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

12:25 PM (Beomgyu's POV)

12:55 PM (Y/N's POV)

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CHAPTER TWO: Standing on big business.

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

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

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CHAPTER THREE: Master Plan…

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

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

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CHAPTER FOUR: financial compensation.

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

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

10:18 AM (Y/N's POV)

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CHAPTER FIVE: i be coolin.

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

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

1:45 PM (Beomgyu's POV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time to live.”

It was Yeonjun.

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

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

He couldn’t see.

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

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

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

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

Yesterday’s energy was long gone.

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

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

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

“You have a pimple.”

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

“I wish I had a third eye.”

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

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

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

“…That was really lame.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was easy to find reasons to belittle yourself.

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

Standing above you, endearingly as persistent as always.

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

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

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

Guilty, you didn’t answer.

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

The both of you paused in the silence.

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

He sipped his drink quite obnoxiously.

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

Nothing else was better at keeping the thoughts away.

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

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

You knew he needed it.

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

Maybe you both needed it.

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

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

Suddenly, he spoke.

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t tell.

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

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

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

Seeing your reaction, he laughed.

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

Frowning, you replied. “I feel sticky.”

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

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

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

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

You wanted to respond, really.

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

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

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

“Maybe we can grow our own.”

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

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

“We can.”

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

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

Instead he decided to stall for more time with you.

“Let’s go get some real food, yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe it was the missed connections.

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

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

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

If you were better, could you be happy then?

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t like wearing it on your sleeve.

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

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

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

A hand clasped your shoulder and shook you gently.

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

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

‘There is no connection without an open heart.’

That couldn’t always be true, you figured.

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

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

“Let’s go for a walk.”

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

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

Anything he loved was worth something, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly feeling shy in his touch, you pull away.

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

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

The smile that he flashed almost seemed nauseating.

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

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

“Who could ever forget you?”

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

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

Your mind shut down that hope fairly quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something you’ve waited for.

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

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

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

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

Something to fight for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you loved them.

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

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

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

The time will pass and it will get better.

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

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

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CHAPTER SIX: cinnamoroll or angel dust?

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

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

7:23 PM (Y/N's POV)

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CHAPTER SEVEN: BIG FUN!

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

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

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SATURDAY , 2:17 PM

10:12 PM , OUTSIDE

“There’s a lot of dog hair back here.”

“Shut up or walk.” Luckily for Jay, the five of you had just pulled up to the front of the house and were face to face with the completely defaced and trashed lawn.

The house party had a lot of energy, that was undeniable. If you could call electronic music blaring down the street while people threw up in the bushes energy.

As Jake parked, you sank into your seat with a huff. Before you could get your energy back, you felt familiar arms drape over you from the back seat. Turning, you see Mingi’s wide smile.

You gave him one back, your energy after a long day of draining classes already returning.

“Get a room.” Yunho complained, hitting Mingi on the arm.

“In front of Jay is crazy—”

“Get OUT!!” Jay said as he opened the door and practically shoved the two boys out of the car.

There wasn’t much you wanted to do tonight anyways so you had no issue completely throwing yourself into the party without a plan.

There was a cluster of students in the place, the air tinged with the scent of sweat and marijuana making you cringe.

“I need to get drunk… immediately? Yeah, immediately.”

“Is that smart?” Jake asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.”

“A smart way to protect my sense of sanity? Yes!” He just shrugged before walking away to find his friends. If you were to attempt to try and predict the night, you’d probably find him later comforting a drunk Sunghoon or Jungwon.

In one corner, a group gathers around a makeshift bar, where shots of liquor were being poured freely. “Bingo.”

In another corner, there were a few hands exchanging small bags containing pills. They weren’t necessarily slick so you wondered how they haven’t gotten caught already. Not that the host would care.

Wanting a drink, you started your way toward the bar before a girl practically jumped into you like an actor at a horror attraction.

“Fuck!”

The blonde girl’s eyes widened and she almost seemed as scared of you, if that was possible.

“Aw, did I scare you? Sorry.. hey, you want some Xanax?”

Your feet came to a complete stop and you stared at her with an unreadable face. “What?”

“Oh! I, like, stole it from my mom and I was just asking because like, I guess people do that right? At parties?”

Her clueless tone made you snicker, crossing your arms with a shrug. “Maybe on Skins or something.”

“I thought they did crack?”

“Probably.”

There was a silence for a moment before you gave her a tight smile, attempting to squeeze past her. Instead of letting you pass she held out the palm of her hand, a few pink pills sleeping there.

“So… do you want one?”

Any attempt at humoring the girl politely melted away with your patience as you glared at her.

“Do I look like I want a fucking Xanny?”

Pouting, the furrowed her eyebrows as she stepped aside. “Fuck me, I was just trying to make friends.”

Not bothering to answer her, you finally walked up to the bar and decided to make yourself a mix of alcohol with your left over energy drink.

For some reason though, the ‘infamous’ party seemed to have no intention of allowing you a moment of peace before another voice came.

“You wanna smoke?” An unfamiliar body stands next to you and you glance over, taking a sip from your cup.

“I never pass down a smoke session..” your voice trailed off. “For free, I hope.”

The guy’s eyes widened before he nodded, almost frantically. It was kind of funny, or it would be if you weren’t having a bad day.

“Yeah! Of course dude, we have business to discuss. Business casual.”

Quickly you realized this was the guy Beomgyu was insistent that you stop trying to sell to earlier that day. Remembering that fact alone, you suddenly flashed him a bright smile.

“Right!”

You followed Mark to the backyard where there were plenty of other people gathered. The air was still thick with weed but there was the paint lingering of perfume that you assumed someone had sprayed.

The two of you sat down outside by the pool, Mark throwing down his bag before fairly quickly rustling through it.

“You’re.. eager.”

Glancing up at you through his eyelashes he gave you a confused look before realizing.

“Oh! I’m not like… that much of a pothead or anything.” The amused look on your face made him roll his eyes.

“Just had a really shit day. And my roommate smoked everything I had left so it took me until I got here to get anything because ‘Beomgyu’ wouldn’t deliver.”

The high pitched tone he said his voice in made you laugh as he looked at you proudly.

“He wouldn’t?”

“No, said he was busy with something.” Mark shrugged before he smiled, laying out everything he needed.

Stirring your drink, you watched as he grinded down what he had and carefully sprinkled it onto the rolling paper in front of him.

“So that’s not his weed? Who’d you buy from?”

Mark pauses for a moment, seeming to try and remember before shaking his head.

“I didn’t ask. Some guy, never seen him before.” You just nodded.

From what you knew, Beomgyu was at least the most popular plug around. Obviously he wasn’t the only one, though.

If you wanted the harder stuff you’d have to opt for some guy behind the back alley of a 7/11 but for the general population of students, Beomgyu was it.

Well, Beomgyu and you now.

In all honesty, you were just selling for a little extra money to dedicate towards fueling your shopping addiction. Not that you’d tell anyone that.

“Oh! I’m Mark, by the way.”

If you weren’t so fixated on Beomgyu lately, you’d probably swoon at the way he looked at you before finishing his blunt.

Unfortunately for him, you were obsessed with a random dude from twitter.

Laughing, you shifted to a more comfortable position. “Yeah, I figured from your little business comment.”

“Yeah, that was just an excuse. I recognized you and you seemed a little tense so.. I figured what the hell, you know? Oh! I’m still uh, interested in whatever it was though! As long as it’s not um…” he swallowed. “Crack.”

That comment almost made you spit out your drink as you stifled your laughter, covering your mouth and swallowing what was in it.

Instead of business, the two of you talked for a while about yourselves, your classes and how in the hell you’d never met before when you were so clearly the perfect friend for the other, as if handcrafted by some God.

Eventually you’d downed your drink completely and smoked what Mark had left, letting the empty cup drop to the concrete ground and roll away somewhere you couldn’t be bothered to follow it to.

“Should we like… get drinks?”

The suggestion made Mark look over to you, slumping further onto the lawn chair. “Probably.”

He lifted his arms up as if he was reaching toward something before they collapsed back down.

“I can’t move.”

You rolled your eyes at him, standing up before reaching over and grabbing his hands to yank him to his feet.

“You won’t be able to move your tongue soon either if you don’t get up.”

“How do you have such energy?!” His voice came out as a whisper as he narrowed his eyes at you, following you inside at a slugs pace.

“I’ve got more stuff in my bag we can smoke.” You offered up and suddenly, he straightened his back along with the strings on his hoodie and nodded.

Mark was trying to seem too chill when he was clearly excited to get even higher. You, on the other hand were focused on weaving through the people before making it to the bar.

“What do you—”

Mark hadn’t made it to the bar. In fact, he ended up collapsing onto a couch in the corner of the room and abandoning you on your quest.

Already dumbfounded with your new friend, you shrugged before getting two cups of the first thing you could grab. Some perfectly cheap vodka.

Before going back to Mark with your drinks, you found Jay conversing with his friend Heeseung.

The two noticed you fairly quickly as you leaned into Jay, nudging him.

“Where’s my bag?”

“You look good tonight, Y/N.”

Heeseung seemed to always throw out compliments at these parties so you weren’t shaken by it. Pointing at him with the drink in your hand, you replied.

“You look the same as always! Which is really hot, obviously.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own drink.

Jay rolled his eyes, turning to you with the same fond smile he always had. Considering he was your best friend, it just seemed to be his permanent expression now.

“What’d you need?” His voice was low, almost in a whisper.

You, on the other hand, were very loud.

“My bag!”

“Oh. I gave it to Yunho to hold.”

Letting out a dramatic blow of defeat, you nodded. “Okay, thanks!”

Leaving the two to their conversation and praying your new friend didn’t pass out on the couch he occupied, your eyes scanned the crowd to find your other friends.

Unsurprisingly, the two were up by the bar where you had been moments before.

Glancing back over to Mark, you see that he’s already talking it up with some other guys that he seems pretty close with. At least he had something to keep him from remembering you existed.

Going over, you hand him the drink and snap a picture of him. His eyes were half-lidded and he seemed to be barely processing what was happening around him so he didn’t seem to care much when you walked away. Satisfied, you sent a picture of him to Beomgyu.

Shutting off your phone, you didn't bother to check for a text back. Dragging your feet through, you practically throw yourself onto the counter next to your friends as you slammed down your own drink.

Or rather you tripped over your new shoes a bit and spilled it but if anyone asked, you were just irritated.

“Y/N!” Turning to you, Mingi threw his arms up excitedly.

Once again, he was constricting you with his arms. Patting his back awkwardly, you laughed. “Mingi!”

“What’s up?” He asked, pulling away to wipe any alcohol off of his mouth that had slipped out.

“Bag?” Yunho asked and you nodded.

“Bag!”

Yunho tossed your bag to you, barely catching it as you opened it and sifted through to find your smoking stuff.

“I don’t know why you didn’t just come get it yourself before.”

When you realized you had everything but one thing, your hand stilled.

“Where are my blazy susans?” Yunho just looked at you from behind his glass, an eyebrow raised.

“Didn’t you send Yeonjun over?” Mingi asked, leaning onto the counter.

“Why the FUCK would I send Yeonjun over?”

Yunho shrugged, “aren’t you two friends or something?”

That was certainly a statement. You didn’t really put any thought into what you were. But, more importantly if you and Yeonjun were friends then what the hell were you and HIS friend? Enemies?

You shook your head and brushed away the thoughts as you focused on the situation in front of you.

“Yeonjun went in my bag??”

The two were still seemingly clueless as they nodded.

“That fucking Yeonjun stole my Susan from me!”

Almost as if on cue, a voice called out from behind you.

“Who’s this caucasian chick and what did she do to Yeonjun?”

Turning, you’re face to face with Beomgyu for the first time. Irritatingly enough to make the situation worse, he looked even better in person.

You wanted to launch a federal investigation into how and why this is even possible but first, you’ve decided to hunt down the man who stole your rolling papers.

“He.. stole from me! He’s a thief!”

Beomgyu gave you a look of amusement and you glared at him, raising your hand with a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t. I know what I just walked into… but don’t.”

He raised his hands defensively, “I wasn’t gonna say anything..”

Yunho rolled his eyes, leaning toward the two of you so that you could hear him better. “If it helps any, he went somewhere upstairs.”

“It doesn’t.” Seemingly fed up with your little problem, Yunho waves a hand at you dismissively.

“Fuck you, yes it does. It narrows it down!”

Groaning, you were about to ask Beomgyu to call his thieving friend before your phones vibrated in your pockets. Curiously, you unlocked it and glanced down to see what it was.

That mysterious groupchat text led you here: with Beomgyu and Yeonjun, hunched over the toilet as he threw up. Rather violently.

Apparently Beomgyu’s friend Kai had added you in hopes that you would know where Yeonjun was after he was asking everyone where you were. Or more specifically, where your bag was.

“Um… what’d he take?” Beomgyu slowly looked over at you and blinked as if you knew the answer.

“Besides my rolling papers?”

Maybe it was the day or having to deal with his jealousy in person but you glared at him, placing your drink down on the sink.

“What are you looking at me for?? I don’t sell anything but the natural stuff anymore. I only have weed in here tonight so whatever he got wasn’t stolen from me.”

He watched as you rummaged in the cabinet underneath the sink. “Oh.”

Beomgyu wasn’t doing much, giving Yeonjun pats of support on his back with an uncomfortable expression.

Unraveling the paper towels you’d found under the sink, you gently wet one before kneeling down next to Yeonjun and wiping away what was on his face.

“I’m wiping up your vomit after you stole my rolling papers.” You emphasized, a defeated tone in your voice.

Yeonjun’s dazed eyes made you feel the slightest bit bad for reprimanding him. Just barely.

“You said to come to you… if I needed anything.” The older boy sniffled.

“Um… yeah, for money?” The sarcasm coming off of you made Beomgyu laugh as he nudged Yeonjun’s slumped form.

“Well, you could have just bought pre-rolls from me…”

You shot him a glare as you brushed some hair out of Yeonjun’s face. Albeit, you were a bit hesitant as you instinctively leaned away from the smell.

“Maybe then you wouldn’t be about to die.”

The joke seemed to catch you off guard as you quickly reached around Yeonjun, slapping Beomgyu’s arm.

“He’s greening out, not like… dying..?”

“Yeah I’m not an idiot–” Yeonjun’s defense was cut off by another sea of nausea.

Beomgyu shrugged, deciding to make himself comfortable on the marble floor, leaning back against the tub.

“Man, I don’t know. Only time I ever greened out I just ate a bunch of cereal, got sick and passed out during League.”

The newfound information that his game of choice was League of Legends made you put your head in your hands, balance wavering.

“That’s the most loser-ish story I’ve ever heard…”

Unfortunately, he was still extremely attractive.

“So you guys are like stoner stoners, huh?”

Yeonjun simply groaned in response and Beomgyu gave you a confused look.

“You’re not?”

Humming, you replaced Beomgyu in rubbing Yeonjun’s back. With how his eyes fluttered closed, you were a bit worried he’d fall asleep in this position.

“I prefer other methods but I guess I am? I’m just not always high.”

Beomgyu arched an eyebrow at the insinuation. “I’m not either?”

Thinking back to how almost all of his tweets are related to weed, excluding his live tweeted reactions to random shows, you simply afforded him a nod.

“Right.”

Beomgyu let out a huff of annoyance similar to that of a child. “I go to classes, I have hobbies.”

“A job?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Well..” as his voice trailed off, you laughed before a voice echoing cut you off.

“Who cares! Y/N, you play Overwatch! Biblically and socially that’s just as bad as—” before Yeonjun could finish, you’re pushing his head further into the toilet as he tried to free himself.

“Overwatch?” The smirk Beomgyu gave you made you want to kick him in the worst possible place.

“I’ve matured and moved onto other games, actually. Yeonjun should fact check that information.”

“Right, cool. What was your rank though?”

You covered your face with your hands once again, “oh my god… you play ranked matches…”

As interesting as the conversation the two of you were having was, you pointed at Yeonjun from behind his back to change the subject.

“Regardless of what games you play, your friends kinda… uh…”

Yeonjun whined, dragging his body back to look at you with pleading eyes.

“His friend? Y/N, are we not friends???”

Your eyes widened for a moment as you gave him an empty smile, hesitating. In all honesty, you had no idea how to respond.

“Um… haha… well…!”

Beomgyu laughed at you this time as you were basically backed into a corner. “Wow. Sounds like she’s not your friend, Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun cried out your name before burying his face into his arms. It sounded like a mix of giggles and sobs so you genuinely couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Um… we’re friends! We’re friends! Just… stop crying…” grabbing his face, you turned him toward you to be faced with exactly that. He was crying.

You wiped away his tears with a concerned look. Your friends had greened out tons of times so this wasn’t necessarily your first time dealing with over-emotional highs but Yeonjun and you weren’t particularly close yet.

A wide smile grew on his face before it was quickly washed away with a grimace and he disappeared back into the toilet, gagging again.

The door suddenly opened, Soobin standing there with a dumbfounded face as he sipped from the can in his hands.

“Is Yeonjun dead?” His flat tone had you wondering how often this happened.

“Ah, stop saying shit like that about me!!” Yeonjun yelled out, annoyed. He seemed to stop crying already.

The smile on Soobin’s face fell back into his usual pout, “oh. He’s alive.”

“Soobin do you know if Yeonjun, uh… took anything?” Beomgyu gave him a careless smile and Soobin shrugged.

Your eyes were only focused on Beomgyu, leaning back with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. That part of you that wanted to kick him now wanted to kiss him— and then kick him again.

“I saw him talking to some blonde chick and she gave him a pill or something, I think.”

Beomgyu’s smirk fell into an almost devastated face. The dramatic shift made you smile as you held back a laugh. “Oh… he’s gonna die.”

“He’s not gonna die! What color was it?”

Beomgyu shrugged and you rolled your eyes, turning to Soobin. “Hey Soobin, what color was it?”

“Um.. pur… pink?” Although the hesitation had you on guard, the answer he settled on confirmed your suspicions and you hummed in response, moving so that you were sitting on your knees.

“Okay then it was probably Xanax. That girls been offering it to anybody who passes by, she stole it from her mom.”

“And… Tito’s…” Yeonjun muttered.

“Jesus Christ, Yeonjun were you trying to speedrun death?” Beomgyu muttered.

Soobin snickered. “Her mom? How old is this girl?”

“Oh, she’s fully grown. She just still lives with her parents, I guess.”

Shaking his head, Beomgyu balanced his arms on his knees as he leaned back. Soobin gave him a strange look as he leaned against the door frame, slightly leaning down due to the height. It didn’t seem like a very comfortable position.

“Moving on though, those ones are like… tiny. So he won’t pass out or die, right?”

You shook your head. “He won’t die.”

“Will he pass out…?”

The silence coming from you had Beomgyu’s eyes widening as he leaned forward, grabbing your shoulder.

“Y/N! Will he pass out?”

Giving him a nervous smile, you looked over to Yeonjun who was now seemingly unresponsive. “Well…”

Soobin seemed to catch on. “I’ll uh… go get Taehyun and Kai!”

Eventually, Soobin came back with who you assumed to be their other two friends. Apparently, Soobin and Taehyun usually took care of Yeonjun in this state but Soobin had been drinking.

Taehyun and Kai continued to take care of a horribly cross-faded Yeonjun as you and Beomgyu exited the bathroom with a relieved Soobin.

“Thank God Yeonjun’s okay, I thought I was gonna have to bomb JYP.” Beomgyu laughed at Soobin’s comment as you just stared at him confused. His friends had a strange sense of humor. Not that you wouldn’t be opposed to that happening.

“Um… well, I’m gonna go drink some more. Have fun you two, but not t—” Beomgyu cut him off.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up now.” This caused you to crack a smile as you looked away, covering your mouth slightly to hide it.

Soobin frowned. “Rude.”

As Soobin left, the two of you stood outside the bathroom. Even though there wasn’t anything keeping the two of you together anymore, you both lingered for some odd reason.

Beomgyu kicked at the ground for a moment before looking up at you. “Why do you only sell the natural stuff anyway?”

The answer was pretty obvious to you, considering self-preservation and… well, the law.

“I’m not gonna lecture you about the effects of pharmaceutical drug abuse on your brain and body but it’s just easier access with that stuff? Plus I think it’s the most fun, anyway.”

Beomgyu nodded, seemingly in understanding.

“Well, not that I didn’t try at first. I needed money but I couldn’t sell a SINGLE addy in this school without one of the Profs trying to get some from me. It felt like I was in catholic school again.”

Beomgyu stifled a laugh now, “Adderall? No shit, they hand that stuff out to kids like candy on Halloween.”

Students coming past the two of you, shoving to try and get to the now unoccupied bathroom made the both of you move out of their way.

Before you’d even realized it, you made your own way through the house and back downstairs to get another drink and find a secluded corner. For some reason, maybe his own amusement, Beomgyu followed you.

“You went to catholic school then?”

“Don’t remind me.” He gave you a weird look.

“You brought it up.”

Holding your bag tight, you sunk into the couch as you studied him. His hair was shorter than the pictures you’d seen on his socials so he must not have uploaded anything recently, or it was new.

He looked good either way, though. What was annoying about it was that he seemed to know that.

Now that the drama of the night was seemingly over and you were free to laze around, you decided to have your fun.

“You know you’re less cute off of Twitter.” Your voice had a teasing tone to it and he smirked again.

“I didn’t know you thought I was cute.” That comment threw you off completely once again and you simply stared at him with a blank expression.

You wondered if he was genuinely clueless or if it was some act he was trying to put on.

“How? I’ve made it painfully obvious that I thought you were pretty.” Your bluntness seemed to throw him off a bit as his facial features softened.

“Painfully..?” He repeated something else that had caught him off guard but you couldn’t hear it over the loud chatter nearby.

“Um.. yeah. I called you hot on text?”

The faint pink in his cheeks was hard to see with the tan of his skin but once it went away, the difference was noticeable.

“Oh yeah, right after you told me to kill myself.”

Nodding, you raised a cup on the table in front of you. “I’ll drink to that!”

Beomgyu smiled. He seemed much more relaxed offline than online but you suppose that could be because you aren’t publicly slandering him.

“Then why are you trying to steal my clients?”

Shaking your head, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m not stealing anything. Or I wasn’t before. Now I totally am.” Dragging your nails along the cups in front of you, you make it a game in your mind to entertain yourself.

“Well why now?” His voice seemed the slightest bit annoyed but his eyes just stayed on you.

You didn’t really seem real, almost too pretty to conceptualize— but he chalked that up to the fact that the two of you had initially met online.

“So I had an excuse to talk to you. And because it’s funny.”

Beomgyu shifted on the couch, leaning closer into you as if to hide away from the rest of the people in the room. The moment felt a bit too intimate— it felt too much just yours.

“You wanna talk? Let’s talk.”

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CHAPTER EIGHT: dumbass cupid.

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

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

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

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

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

genre. fluff , comedy , written

warnings : cursing

playlist.

Leaderboard.

001. WE’RE CLOSED.

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

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

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

genre. fluff , humor

warnings : cursing

playlist.

+ tracklist.

001. class rep’s picks.

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A written series based off of various Pokémon trainer’s adventures in love, composed for MOA. [WIP]

genre key fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) .

Dark Room [Artist!Choi Soobin x Photographer!Reader]

Poison type (♡) Psychic type

genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .

The heart of the bustling art scene was hard to stay afloat in, especially in a world as colorful as yours. Soobin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when it comes to his world and more specifically: you. Exhausted of his state of denial, his Pokémon decide to pull together a plan to bring the two of you closer and get him to acknowledge your artistry as well as his true feelings.

You Know Me [Musician!Choi Yeonjun x Nurse!Reader]

Fairy type (♡) Normal type

genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .

Yeonjun finds himself facing an unexpected twist of fate when a performance mishap lands him and his trusty Pokémon at the nearby center. Despite usual protocols him and his Pokémon are dragged to your personal office as you tend to their wounds. Annoyingly to you, he was well aware that you’d never deny them of your services.

Beautiful Collisions [Trainer!Choi Beomgyu x Resort Worker!Reader]

Water type (♡) Electric type

genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .

At Sinnoh’s picturesque summer resort, Beomgyu finds himself more focused on you rather than enjoying him and his Pokémon’s vacation. Despite being polar opposites, Beomgyu finds himself determined to capture your heart. However, each well-intentioned gesture seems to backfire, leaving you completely exasperated.

The Redwood Tree [Rival!Kang Taehyun x Trainer!Reader]

Ice type (♡) Ghost type

genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .

Becoming a ghost-type trainer seemed to be the obvious solution to your deepest rooted fear of the dark. Despite becoming a masterful trainer, you still find yourself paralyzed by fear when faced with the dark. Putting aside your long term rivalry, Taehyun extends a helping hand to guide you through the treacherous depths of an infamous haunted forest.

Possibility of Love [Stranger!Huening Kai x Trainer!Reader]

Fairy type (♡) Bug type

genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .

After suffering a humbling defeat in a remote forest, you find yourself lost with your trusty sidekick completely drained. To your surprise, the two of you are soon discovered by a compassionate Sylveon who leads you back to its’ trainer. This creature’s kind gesture leads to a new beginning for you and mysterious trainer Kai.

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CHAPTER NINE: true (twitter) romance.

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

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

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