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❝ WHAT IF TXT HAD BEREAL? ❞ - 【 ONE. THREE. 】
A/N … (repost!!!) thank u guys for all the love, here’s that part 2 long overdue <3
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
prologue. opening sequence // 340 WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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YOU LIKE TO THINK THAT EVERYONE’S JUST A SCRAPBOOK OF ALL THE PEOPLE THEY’VE EVER LOVED.
You know, like your outspoken intellect from the countless of times Keeho has pushed you to think out loud. Or maybe those laughing habits you’ve picked up from Yunjin where you’d wheeze quietly as you throw your head far back in a reckless bliss. Or a thinking as wishful as Heeseung’s: that there’s always someone out there who feels like you do. And, with no doubt, how Mari helped you realize how deserving you are of such a love that never makes you belittle your own worth. It embraces you.
Yeah, they’re all the people you need.
Yet still, you find yourself clinging onto that old teddy bear— the one that’s supposed to magnetically connect to its other half, the one that’s supposed to complete half the heart that reads: ‘Best Frie’ (well, if it still can). You once saw an old friend of yours tie his shoelace into four propeller knots and thought it was the stupidest thing ever until you found yourself tying it that way too. You stopped potting real flowers the moment the boy you once thought was yours started making paper ones for you, in dreaming fulfillment that they’d last forever. And everytime you write, you subconsciously tap your index finger on the edge of a pencil to relax your grip, even if you don’t have that someone to remind you to do so anymore. You find yourself clinging onto the people who come and go.
Choi Beomgyu is definitely one of the many people.
You’ll find him in many things. A few memorized guitar chords. Random facts about the moon. Borrowed sweater vests. Dark humor. Your favorite places to go. And so on.
You hate it.
You can’t recall the last time you’ve found something solely based upon your own pique of interest. If you were to find it, then you’ll find him there too.
No wonder why it hurts when people leave.
Choi Beomgyu ripped a page out of you.
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❝ WHAT IF TXT HAD BEREAL? ❞ - 【 ONE. TWO. 】
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
one. your place is burning
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
two. your place is stuck
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! mentions of choking (but no one here is choking i promise.)
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「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! Beomgyu is mean 🙁, idioms(?) of death & violence, reader gets a little anxious, reader gets injured
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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.
Well, he did not.
Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)
And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.
Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.
“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”
The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.
That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.
Kim Jungsu.
Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—
“The hell are you doing here?”
Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”
You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”
“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.”
“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his diehard commitment to absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”
The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.
“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”
“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”
Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just as perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”
A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.
“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell, man!”
Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, and you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet what only came was a breath of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.
“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.
“Are we getting the band back together?!”
You and Beomgyu said no right away.
After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.
“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.
“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?”
The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”
You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”
It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes.
You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents one day when you came over to hang out, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And when you entered his room, he annoyed you to the brim until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop because he knew that if he loved it, then so would you. You hated how right he was. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”
“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.
You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.
Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”
You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”
Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.
The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”
“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”
You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.
But it never came.
“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.
His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs.
“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.
Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.
Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“
“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.
You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”
Four propeller knots.
APRIL 27TH, 2012.
“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”
“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”
“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”
The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.
You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.
“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”
Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.
“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.
After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.
To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.
“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”
“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.
Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.
“The right way, of course.”
「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」
four. your place is lost
there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.
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WARNING! one kys joke, and one very weird fact about lobsters and mating… I am sorry.
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dang this is amazing havent read something like this in a while
It was like one moment you were at home, comfortable, safe, and the next moment it was all taken away.
"Soobin?", his name comes out shakily, you risk a glance up and in his direction, trying to ignore the chaos that's become your living room, trying to not look at the people who don't belong.
"Ah-Ah-Ah...", a voice scolds you, snapping your attention away from your boyfriend, "Look at me."
Reluctantly, you obey, swallowing and feeling your insides trembling as your legs felt like they weren't going to hold you up much longer.
The male grins at you, fingering the baseball bat he held in one hand as the other ran through his hair to push it out of his eyes.
"Now, I'm asking you again...Where's the money?", he asks you.
Again, you wanted to look at Soobin. What money? Who were these guys? Why were they doing this?
"I-I don't know what you're talking about.", you tell him again, feeling the tears run silently and warm down your cheeks, you're shaken up and frustrated.
He chuckles but it's not because the situation is funny, he's getting tired of you giving the same answer.
"Do I look dumb to you?", he questions you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
You couldn't help it, you looked at your boyfriend, "Soobin? Please, what is he talking about?", you plead.
"I told you-...", you gasped, flinching as you felt the wood of the bat touch your cheek to direct your attention back to the male that was questioning you, "to look at me. Not him.", he sighs, quickly losing patience.
Soobin seemed to finally snap out of it a bit as you were being threatened more seriously, the bat still resting against your cheek. "Don't touch her! Don't-Ahh!", Soobin groans in pain and all you wanted was to run to him, tell him the hurt will go away, to tell him you're okay.
One of the males had punched Soobin in the stomach after he spoke up, "Don't speak unless you want your pretty little girlfriends face messed up.", he warns him.
"Easy, Taehyun.", the male with the bat tells the one who just hit Soobin.
Taehyun, with his permanently amused eyes, like he always had a joke of his own that he was playing.
You heard your boyfriend let out a labored breath and you knew he was in pain.
Your tears were running onto the bat and he finally moved it from your cheek, throwing it to the floor unexpectedly, the noise of it clattering made you flinch. "Wha-What are...", you were struggling to speak now.
"Get her, Yeonjun.", Taehyun chuckles.
Yeonjun. The one with the bat. The one with the dark eyes that seemed to stare right through you. The one that seemed to be the leader of these four men.
Yeonjun steps closer, each of his hands going to press to the wall on each side of your head, his arms a cage to trap you in the little space with your back to the wall.
"You've got good taste, Soobin.", Yeonjun says, head tilted, looking down on you the whole time.
You had been warned to not look at your boyfriend and you were obeying, and Soobin had been warned to not fight or speak up on your behalf and it seemed he was going to obey.
This hurt you.
Soobin was taller than these men, these strangers that he must know, and he was doing nothing to try and protect you, doing nothing to try and fight for you. He stayed meek, one of them holding the collar of his shirt as he stared at the floor, too ashamed to even look up.
Feeling your lower lip quiver, a meek little noise that reminded you of a mouse left your lips as Yeonjun pressed one of his hands to your cheek, his whole hand gripping the lower half of your face, almost squishing your lips into a pout.
"Tell me...where...the...money is.", he whispers, all the while bringing his face lower to yours.
Soobin! Soobin! SOOBIN! Help me!
Your mind was screaming it.
But he never moved or made a sound, not even when Yeonjun pressed his lips to your own quivering ones.
"I-I...don't k-know. Please. Idon'tknow.", it all came out at once, the sound of your heart drumming in your ears so loud you couldn't even hear your own frightened voice.
Yeonjun scoffed and then growled, his grip on your face tightened and you whimpered. He kept his hold on you, pulling and slamming the back of your head against the wall.
Your hands were useless at your sides, making you feel like a doll, a toy, and this child was angry and going to tear you apart. You had to blink the stars from your eyes.
"I'm two men, hm?", Yeonjun breathes, "One man is very kind. I'll help old ladies cross the street. The other man is impatient. And I'm tired of playing this game. Where is the fucking money?"
The question that left his lips caused spittle to fly onto your face.
There was a click, but you were too overwhelmed to see the switchblade that Yeonjun had opened.
"I DON'T KNOW!", you plead, telling him again, you don't know what the fuck is going on.
Finally you became aware of the knife but only as you felt the blade gliding underneath the curve of your breast, snagging along the fabric of your shirt.
Yeonjun's eyes looked hungry as he traced your breasts, your chest heaving in fear, and to your shame, as the blade of the knife circled your nipple your body betrayed you, your hardened nipples showing through your shirt. The sight of you made him chuckle.
"How does it feel?", he asks in a low tone, "That big puppy of yours is doing nothing to stop this."
Your head turned away, looking at Soobin who wasn't even looking at you, his stare on the floor like all the answers were in the carpet.
"Please-Ahh!", Yeonjun groped your chest, his tongue poking out of his lips as his dark eyes stayed amused.
"OKAY! OKAY! STOP!", Soobin begged, all of you snapping your gaze to the big male.
In your mind it was too late for him to speak up now, he's already let whatever this is go too far.
"I don't have the money. Not right now.", he confesses.
Yeonjun stands up straighter but doesn't step away from you. "And? You borrowed that money six months ago." He remembers how desperate Soobin seemed and his promises to return it, Yeonjun's gang was generous but wasn't to be messed with.
Soobin finally looks up, his eyes going over your hurt and confused expression before looking to Yeonjun, "I'm trying to save up to get it back to you. But...I...bought something.", he confesses, refusing to look at you again.
This peaked Yeonjun's interest, "What did you buy?", he asks.
Soobin licks his lips, embarrassed, nervous, "A ring..."
A ring. An engagement ring. Soobin was going to propose to you after having been together these two years.
He wanted to marry you but he kept secrets from you like this? He was in debt to a gang? He wasn't going to stand up and protect you? This is the kind of man wanting to marry you.
Yeonjun couldn't help himself, he laughed, mocking, "A ring. For this little girl, no doubt."
His dark eyes scanned you again but it was your turn to stare at the floor.
"That's very sweet. A proper love story.", Yeonjun continues, "But you've really fucked up, Soobin. How do you expect to pay us?"
Again, your boyfriend was at a loss for words and it made Yeonjun sigh.
"You have one week.", he tells him.
One week.
Until what?
They come back?
They take payment another way?
How much money did he owe?
Why would he do this?
Too many questions ran through your head, you snapped out of it as you tensed up again, Yeonjun pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"This was fun.", he hums, "I'll see you soon, pretty girl."
You could feel the mocking gaze of all of them, especially Yeonjun. They all saw how meek Soobin became and how that's the man who wanted to marry you.
(I'm literally the worst. I'm sorry about lack of posts and writing. Work keeps me busy and too tired to think about posting most times.)
Baby boy can I have a Yeonjun audio?
Yeonjun x male listener audio
Yeonjun who lived in an old mansion in the woods hasn't had a proper meal in days. You are curious so you decided to go in the mansion while you were camping with ur friends, when he smelt the scent of blood in his house he wasn't about to let his snack just get away
"Normally i expect females but anyway blood is blood and a hole is a hole,"
This gorgeous man- !!!!!!!!!!
“I would rather be young at heart and always looking for a new challenge than become some mature know-it-all. And no matter what others think, I want to be someone who stays true to himself. I want to defend what I believe in and break down the wall built of the world’s stereotypes and prejudices any time I come up against it. As an artist, I would like to become someone who can make others feel better through my music. After all, I myself have found comfort in other people’s music“- Yeonjun, “My failures made me who I am today”
song: 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 🫦
Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬
𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃
‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once
©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.
“You're staring.”
Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”
Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”
Yeonjun giggled. “Damn, I had some good shit, huh?”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He had invited you over to his dorm to smoke and play video games, but that second part of the plan was long forgotten after the blunt was finished. Now, you two were laying across his bed, completely stoned and just enjoying each other’s company. Yeonjun had put on some chill r&b playlist of his and it was definitely helping you to relax.
Yeonjun shifted closer to you, but you quickly rolled over to face away from him. You could almost feel the competitive fire igniting in him, heating up the air around the two of you, exciting you as well. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him until your back was against his chest. His soft lips met the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. “You wanna tell me what you were staring at?” His voice was low and sultry, and you knew he knew exactly what you were staring at, but he loved playing with you.
After a moment of your silence, he turned you to face him, just to be met with you sticking your tongue out at him. Yeonjun chuckled lowly, his eyes locked onto yours. He was intimidating in the most exciting way. “I wasn’t staring!” You stubbornly insisted.
Instead of replying, Yeonjun stared you down. What was he thinking abo-oh.
His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them, the movement breaking your eyes away and onto his plump, pillowy lips. He smirked and your gaze returned to his. Your breathing grew heavier as his eyes darkened. Fuck, he had you now. “Like what you see?” He pursed his lips and you giggled, trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs. Maybe you still had a chance.
You crawled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. You knew damn well this man was strong enough to break free if he wanted, but he seemed to be allowing you to take your turn with him. You brought your face closer, stopping so your lips were mere centimeters away from his own. Yeonjun’s eyes were red, lids low, an intensity in his gaze as he waited to see what you would do. Your boyfriend was already hot as hell, but when you two were high? He was irresistible.
Your confidence wavered for a moment and he noticed, taking the opportunity to lean forward and kiss you hard. Your high made you way more sensitive and a small whimper left your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Yeonjun smiled against your mouth before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, letting him completely take over the kiss.
His tongue explored your mouth, one hand supporting the back of your head while the other groped your curves. The air around you too only grew hotter. You knew you lost the game, but you definitely didn’t mind now.
Yeonjun’s ego was fed, a sexy cockiness taking over him as he dragged his tongue against your own and felt your body giving in to him. He rolled you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him. You chased his lips as he broke the kiss, but he turned his head to trail kisses from your jaw to your ear. “If you wanted to feel my lips on you, Babygirl,” he purred as he took your earlobe between his teeth and tugged, “all you had to do was ask.”
He leaned down as if to kiss you again, but pulled away when you tried to meet his lips. You whined out, eyes staring up at him wide and pleading. Your desperation was amusing him. To make things more humiliating, he pulled back far enough to take in your whole face, admiring your glossy eyes and heated cheeks. As he pinned your arms above your head, you had nowhere to hide, forced to fully face his intimidating gaze. “Fuck,” you whispered. “Please?”
“What was that, Darling?” He teased, tilting his ear closer to you. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
He was going to be the death of you. “Yeonjun, please! I need your lips on me, please.” Your begging paid off, fueling the blazing fire in his eyes, and he planted a firm kiss to your lips before traveling down your body. You squeaked as he nearly ripped your sweatpants off, jolting as the cold air met your core.
“Fuck, Y/n, no underwear?” Yeonjun groaned before gripping your thighs with his strong hands and pulling your center closer to his face. He spread your legs wide, massaging your thighs and admiring your slick folds. You shivered as his breath fanned over your core, your eyes meeting his burning, black ones. “My pretty little slut, so dirty for me. Lemme show you what my lips can do, Baby.”
You watched Yeonjun lean down and kiss your clit lightly before beginning to viciously make out with your pussy. Your body reactively tried to rise to meet his mouth, but his arms held your hips firm against the mattress. Cries of pleasure left your lips as his tongue explored your folds, coming up to flick your clit hard before licking down over your hole and back up. He was driving you mad with pleasure, the weed not helping to keep you grounded. He devoured you like a man starved. You cried out as he sucked on your clit, your own voice sounding foreign to you. “Fuck, Yeonjun!” You whined, unable to form the right words for what you wanted.
He slowed down, keeping your hips pinned as he lazily dragged his tongue around your hole. He remained there for a moment, the way your hole clenched with every pass of his wet muscle had him reaching a new high. He kissed your pussy lightly before pulling away just enough to make eye contact with you. “Fuck, Baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this, all spread out for me.” He growled, lips glistening with your juices. Another kiss to your lower lips. “You gonna cum all over my tongue, hm? Gonna make a pretty mess on my pretty lips?”
You whined desperately, too worked up to produce a proper response. And of course, Yeonjun noticed.
“You’re so cute when you’re high, it just makes me want to ruin you even more.” He lowered his lips until they were just above your folds, eyes remaining locked on yours. “Use my mouth, Baby. I want to feel you cum around my tongue.” At that, he poked his tongue around your hole before shoving it inside you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to grind against his tongue as he fucked it in and out of you. His fingers pinched your clit and you suddenly came hard. He lapped at your folds, letting you ride out your orgasm, licking up every last drop of you until you began to whine from overstimulation.
You pushed his head up and admired his blown out eyes and wet lips. “Jesus, you’re something else, Choi Yeonjun,” you huffed, pulling his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. After a moment, you pulled back slightly. “My turn to show you what my mouth can do.” He smiled wide and quickly yanked off his pants. The night was just beginning.
*Soobin and Taehyun playing cards*
Taehyun: Your turn
Kai: *Rushes through the door* HEY GUYS?? I think Beomgyu is—
*gyu’s bloodcurdling scream*
Yeonjun: GET BACK HERE
Kai: HYUNG— *rushes back out the room*
“ . . . ”
*simultaneously turn back to their cards*
Taehyun: So how are you?
Soobin: I’m doing great thanks for asking
$* Criminal Love
pairing: criminal!yeonjun x criminal!femreader
warnings: use of a gun, explicit vocabulary
summary: inspired in loser lover yeonjun by txt. A little short story about you and Yeonjun being a couple and robbing a bank.
a/n: sorry for not posting this days, i don’t have inspiration lately hahaha.
Robbing a bank wasn’t an idea that ever crossed your mind, that was until you left school and your mom kicked you out of the house. In this case money was a problem, you couldn’t afford new clothes, food, water, or even a shelter.
So, it all started with the idea of just robbing a supermarket, taking with you some bottles of water and ramen and hiding them under your oversized hoodie. You did that for a couple or times, until one day, the woman on the cash register saw you hiding a bottle of water under your shirt.
This was your first time getting caught by someone, and damm, you didn’t knew what to do. The woman was yelling at you, screaming that she would call the police if you didn’t return the water you were taking. But obviously, you didn’t want to put it back.
And then, that was the first time you saw him. Black hair, dark eyes, soft pink lips, white shirt and blue jeans. He took your hand quickly and got you out of the store, running with you crossing a couple of streets.
“Thank you very much” you said.
“No problem” he reply. “Was this your first time getting caught?” you nod. “Yeah I saw that.”
“What’s your name?” you asked him.
“I’m Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun, what about you?”
“Thank you, Yeonjun. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N” he smiled.
And that’s how it all started, neither you or him have were to go, so you just kept together…
Today was one of your big days, you and your boyfriend Yeonjun, had been planing this for a couple of months. Robbing food was not enough, you need money. And what a better place to rob money than a bank?
It was around 11 pm, you and Yeonjun were on a gray car that you rob from a car deposit like 2 weeks ago. Yeonjun drove to the nearest bank on the city and park the car a few meters away from the place.
Both of you got out of the car and walked a couple of meters to reach your finally destination. Lucky you, there were only around 2 people inside the bank. You weren’t scared at all, but the thought of someone calling the police and you ending on prison didn’t leave your mind.
Both of you got in the bank with a small gun on your hand, just to scare people you know.
“Everybody stay fucking still!” said Yeonjun. “If one of you move I will shoot you directly in the head, clear?”
You need to admit it, Yeonjun looked very hot threating people.
“Hi” you said pointing to the man that was in behind a table. “Would you be kind enough to put all the money you had over there here, please?”
You handed the man a black backpack so he could add all the money he could provide. Nervously adding and adding big quantities of money inside. When the backpack couldn’t take more, you gave the man a fake smile and got out of the bank with Yeonjun.
Both of you were jumping and laughing like crazy while running to your car. Someone must have called the police, because you could clearly hear the siren from miles ago.
“Turn off the light” you said getting into the car.
“Put your seat back”
Yeonjun turned off the car light and both of you put the seat back. The police car passed near you, lighting the inside of the car with blue and red lights.
Yeonjun and you looked at each other while laughing. Everything turned out very well, and now you had enough money to rent an apartment.
“Robbing with you is my favorite activity in this world” he said giving you a smile.
“Mine too” you answered.
“I love you very much, Y/N”
“I love you too, Junnie”
a/n: please give me ideas to write, pleaaaase.
Yellow Flowers— september 21st
🌼—pairing: ot5!txt x fem!reader
🌼—genre: fluff
🌼—warnings: none
최 수빈 — Choi Soobin
“Can i go to your house?” Sobbin said through the phone.
“Sure” you answered.
“I’ll be there in 5, love you” he said.
“Love you too”
You hanged up the call with your boyfriend and started to watch some tik tok videos to wait for him to arrive. Just like 3 minutes later the bell ringed, luckily Soobin lived like 2 minutes away from your house.
You put on the hello kitty slippers that Soobin gave to you and went down to open the door. When you open it you saw your tall, handsome boyfriend with a beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers in his hands.
“Oh Soobin” you said with a big smile. “What is this for? They are sooo beautiful.”
“I read somewhere that there is a song about giving yellow flowers to the people you love on september 21st, and of course i had to give you yellow flowers because i love you with all my heart” he said smiling, showing his cute little dimples.
“Awww that’s so cute Soob, thank you, i love you” you said giving him a kiss.
“I love you too my love”
최 연준 — Choi Yeonjun
“GOOD MORNING MY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE” said your boyfriend Yeonjun, entering your room with a song that you couldn’t recognize playing on his speaker.
It was 7am, you were still on your bed, with your pajamas on, and half sleep.
“Junnie?” you said opening slowly your eyes, adjusting to the light of the sunlight. “What are you doing? Is early on the morning.”
“Wake up Y/N, look what I bring to you” he said showing you a bouquet of yellow flowers. “This song in “Flores Amarillas” i don’t know how to pronounce it but that doesn’t matter anyway. It’s about giving yellow flowers on september 21st. And guess what? Today is september 21st and i love you.” he said hanging you the flowers and giving a kiss on your cheek.
“You’re always so cute Junnie. How did you know this?” you asked.
“I’m always searching days that have a meaning just as an excuse to give you a gift” he answered. “I know that you told me not to spend a lot of money on you, but i love you a lot and i want to give you millions of things because you deserve them all. I really love you and you are the prettiest girl I have seen, i’m just so lucky to have you.”
“Stop your gonna make me cry Yeonjun.” you said hugging him. “Thank you so, so much. I love you”
“You know i love you more” he smiled.
최 범규 — Choi Beomgyu
You were laying on your bed watching Tik Tok, you and your boyfriend Beomgyu had a date on like an hour so you had enough time to get ready.
While scrolling down on your fyp you saw a video of a woman who was explaining what was the meaning of giving yellow flowers to the people you love on september 21. Casually today was september 21st and you were also just about to see someone you love with all your heart.
Even if Beom didn’t had any idea of what were this flowers for, you decided to get up from your bed and get ready to go out. Luckily, a few streets away from your house there was a beautiful big flower store in which you could buy the flowers for your boyfriend.
You paid for the flowers and wrote a small letter that said “To the best boyfriend in the world, love you Gyu” decorated with a few hearts all around the text.
When you arrive to the park in where you were going to meet Beomgyu, you sat on a bench waiting for him to arrive. Couple of minutes later he arrived, but little did you know that he had bring you flowers too.
“I had a surprise for you” he said with his hands on his back. “Taraaan!” he smiled, Beomgyu also buy you yellow flowers.
“Awww gyu, look! I bring you yellow flowers too” you said receiving the flowers he gave you and giving him his.
“To the best boyfriend in the world” he read. “I know i’m the best boyfriend on the world” he smiled proudly. “Mine doesn’t have a letter…”
“Don’t worry about it, it was just a small detail i wanted to add”
“But I also bring you your favorite chocolates, i know you like them so i thought that with the flowers it would be a pretty gift.” he said.
“You’re really the best boyfriend in the world” you said cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss. “I love you”
“ I love you more”
강 태현 —Kang Taehyun
You were laying on Tae’s bed, both you and him watching tik toks. A video appeared on your screen, it was about a girl who received yellow flowers from her boyfriend on september 21st, today. She explained why people were giving yellow flowers to people they love and that is also a song that talks about it. Cute, you thought.
“I’m going out for a moment” he said getting up the bed. “I’ll be right back, love you”
“I love you too”
When he got out of the bedroom you just stayed on his bed, leaving your phone and closing your eyes while Tyun comes back.
“Y/N… Y/N” a voice said shaking you softly. “I’m back”
“Taehyun?” you said opening your eyes slowly.
“Look what I got” he smiled, showing you a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white little flowers.
“No you did not” you said with excitement. “Thank you very much Tae”
“I saw you when you were watching the video about it, so I thought that it would be a pretty gesture if I gave them to you.”
“I love them, they are so pretty! Thank you very much, really. I love you” you said kissing him.
“From now on I will give flowers all the septembers 21st” he smiled. “And i love you too”
휴닝카이 — Huening Kai
It was friday on the afternoon and you just came back from school. Today you didn’t have any plans because your boyfriend Kai was on a family trip since monday.
You entered you house, passing by the living room and finally getting to your room. You opened the door and went straight to your closet to take off your shoes and the jewelry you had on.
Turning around to go to your bathroom you saw that in your chair was placed a bouquet of yellow flowers, a box of chocolates, and two little crochet bees.
You knew about the yellow flowers on september 21st, all your friends had been posting all day about the flowers their boyfriends gave them. Of course you didn’t spect to receive ones due to your boyfriend wasn’t present.
You took the flowers on your hands and read the small note they have in it.
“Even if I can’t be with you I will always express my love for you. I hope you like them, the bees were too cute for me not to buy them. Call me when you see them, I love you.”
—Kai
You took your phone out and took a picture of all the beautiful things your boyfriend gave you. And of course, you called him right after.
DAY 25 — ANATOMY CLASS
PAIRING: professor!yeonjun x student!fem!reader.
GENRE: smut, school au, kissing, unprotected sex, little age gap.
WARNINGS: smut
A/N: guys i’m really sorry for not posting yesterday. i was EXTREMELY exhausted and i didn’t get the chance to finish this fic of kinktober 2023, but don’t worry because i will keep updating. anyways, enjoy 💙
the first day of seventh grade you remember all the girls talking about the professor of the anatomy class. “he is so hot!”, “oh my god, if he is my professor i will study”, “i like anatomy class since today”. and when you got the chance to meet him, you knew why all the girls were falling for him.
his name was Choi Yeonjun, he was a very, very young man, tall, brown eyes, beautiful pink lips and a very charming smile. the days that you had anatomy class, were the best. paying attention to what he was saying, no, paying attention to him. paying attention to the was his hands move while explaining, paying attention to his full lips, and sometimes looking in parts you shouldn’t, but it was impossible to ignore them. now you were on the last year of high school, and luckily Mr. Choi was still your anatomy professor.
“Today Mr. Choi was looking hotter that today” your friend Chaeyoung said. “I know I can fuck him before graduating”
“God Chae” you said laughing. “What are you saying”
“Really! If i don’t fuck him it would be a waste, besides, he is hotter that any boy in our grade” she replied.
“You have a point in that tho” you said.
Today was wednesday and it was the first anatomy class of the week, you went to class with Chae and both of you sat in the back of the class.
“Good Morning class, today i’m gonna be handing you back your exams” Mr. Choi said.
“I hope i got a good grade” you whispered to your friend. “I study really, really hard for this exams”
“I bet that you had the best grade y/n, you always have good grades” chae answered.
“Okay so, Son Chaeyoung” he said. “Hwang y/n”
both of you went for your examen, not wanting to see your grades until you went back to your desks.
“okay, at the count of tree” you said.
“1…” she started.
“2…”
“3!” you both said.
you opened you exam, excepting everything except this. you jaw dropped, you looked at Chaeyoung and you saw a smile on her face.
“I GOT A 98!” she gasped, standing from her desk and jumping in excitement. “What about you?”
“55…” you said in a low voice.
“What?!” she exclaimed. “No, that’s totally impossible y/n. maybe he changed our exams, that 55 must be mine”
“No, chae. i really got a 55”
how was that even possible? you were good in anatomy, you never had bad grades. what happened now?
“Miss Hwang, i want to talk you later” Mr. Choi said.
“Okay” you answered to him.
the class continued normally, but this time you didn’t really pay that much attention. honestly, that grade had taken all your happiness away. what did you did wrong? you studied for weeks to approve this exam.
at the end of the of the class everyone packed their things and started leaving, you said goodbye to Chae and stayed on your sit waiting for your professor to talk.
“Mr. Choi, if you’re keeping me here because of my exam, i swear to god i don’t know what happen” you tried to explain.
“Don’t worry about the grade y/n, you will pass anatomy anyways. And please, call me Yeonjun” he said.
“Okay uhhm Mr. Ch— I mean, Yeonjun, i study really hard for this exam. what did i did wrong?”
“Oh, you did nothing wrong y/n” he said stepping behind you. “I just knew that if i wrote a bad grade on your exam you would stay”
“Does that mean i have a good grade?” you asked.
“Do you want to have a good grade?”
“Of course i want” you answered.
you wanted to have a good grade, but having this time alone with your professor wasn’t actually very bad. was this going to end like those porn movies you watched? the ones that ended with the hot profesor fucking his inocente students.
i mean, it wasn’t a bad idea. Yeonjun was hot, like, super hot. but he was your professor. if this was going to end like you were imagining, things will have to spice up.
“So why are you keeping me here, profesor Yeonjun?” you said turning your head to look at him. looking up with doe eyes watching him looking directly to you.
“You know why i’m keeping you here pretty” he said tilting you head with his finger on your chin.
you were going to be fuck by your profesor, but you didn’t want to make it that easy.
“of course, to talked about my grade” you replied innocently. “tell me Mr. Choi, what do i have to do to have a better grade?”
“go sit on my desk” he said.
you got up from your desk and went to his, sitting on the border with your legs lightly open. yeonjun came just after you, standing between your legs with his face very close you yours.
“i like when you play that innocent game” he said with a small smile.
his face got even more closer to yours, putting your lips together forming a kiss. his lips felt so soft against yours, one of his hands on the back on your neck and the other one on your thigh. His hand began to run along the edge of your skirt, slowly lifting it trying to get deeper. His fingers reached your panties, lightly touching the wet spot that was forming on your cunt. he moved you panties away, his middle finger touching all your slit. you could fell that he was smiling between the kiss, you must be very wet.
yeonjun started rubbing circles in you clit, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, sucking it and probably leaving dark spots in it. one of his fingers slipped on your hole while the other one was still rubbing you clit.
“fuck” you said.
“you wanted to have a good grade, didn’t you? take it like the good girl you are.” he said on your ear.
he inserted another finger, fucking you faster this time. you head started to fell dizzy, he was so good with his fingers. you had imagine this scene thousands on time, you favorite hot professor fucking your rough on his desk, but you didn’t know it was actually going to happen.
your stomach felt like it was doing back flips, you wanted to last longer but with his fingers doing magic on you pussy it was almost impossible.
“i’m gonna cum” you moaned.
“no you’re not, i don’t want you to cum like this?” he answered.
“what?”
yeonjun quickly took his fingers out of you, leaving you a sensation of emptiness on your pussy. a part of you felt mad, but the other one knew that something better was coming.
“bend over the desk” he said with a serious voice. “i’m gonna fuck you properly.”
you did exactly what he did. the right side of your face hitting the cold desk, your skirt lift up, exposing you ass and cunt for the view of your professor.
you heard him unbuttoning his pants, he stroke his dick a few times near your ass and then inserted his cock inside you. his dick fill you up so well, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you were a moaning mess, and hearing how yeonjun groaned every time you clench around him made your pussy wetter.
“fucking slut, clench around me like that against and i’m gonna cum” he said.
his big hand reached you hair, pulling your head up until your back was press against his chest. all that could be heard on the classroom were your moans and the sound of skin hitting against each other. yeonjun’s right hand traveled down your stomach, finally getting to your clit while he was fucking you harder. his left hand was around your neck, making pressure around it and making it hard to breath. the over stimulation was causing tears around your eyes, you hard gasps and moans telling you that you were about to cum.
“pleas let me cum this time” you barely told him, the pressure on your neck wasn’t letting you talk properly.
“cum around my dick, cum like the good intelligent student that i have” he encouraged.
with a few more thrusts to came hard on yeonjun’s cock, seconds after his cum filled you up making a mess between your things. you legs were like jelly, you couldn’t even stand properly. your professor was giving small kisses on you jaw and neck, his strong arms holding you so you don’t fall.
you started to finally catch your breath, your heart beating from crazy to normally again. you couldn’t believe you just do that.
“if this is going to happen every time i have bad grades, i will mess it up on purpose next time” you said.
“be a bad student and you won’t be able to walk in weeks” he replied.
“is that supposed to be bad?” you smiled.
“you tell me” yeonjun said.
all the things you would have to explain to chaeyoung…
i really like taehyun…
i know i’m late to this but…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY HYUKA!!!!
currently making a small headcanon…
(hint:txt)