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YOU WERE EXPECTING THE POOL TO BE EMPTY WHEN YOU ARRIVED.

Although the hotel’s hours listed it as open until eleven, the chaperones that were in charge of your group of former classmates had given you all very strict orders: nobody was permitted to leave their hotel room past ten.

But what fun would your senior trip be without a little night swimming and a touch of rebellion?

Granted, you didn’t plan on actually getting in the water. You hadn’t changed out of your shorts and tee shirt, and even had a zip-up hoodie pulled over your shoulders. You simply wanted to feel like you were doing something.

Plus, you found it incredibly hard to sleep when thoughts of your fellow alumni Choi Beomgyu refused to let you rest.

So you were greatly surprised—and slightly mortified, if you were being honest—that when you carefully entered the muggy pool room, your eyes immediately landed on Beomgyu, shirtless and glittering in the moonlight that spilled in from the sky light above. You paused, swallowing thickly as you turned to leave right away. Just as your hand had grasped the doorknob, however, Beomgyu’s honey-sweet voice called out from behind you.

“____?” He called, his voice echoing off the wall. You bit the inside of your cheek, cursing yourself mentally as you took your sweet time in turning back around. He had swam up to the edge of the pool, leaning against it with his arms up on the ground. He tilted his head as he looked at you, shooting a charming smile your way, with a hint of mischief hidden within the childlike expression.

You cleared your throat, pulling your hoodie tighter around your chest despite how the humidity caused the fabric to stick to your skin in uncomfortable ways. “Hey, Beomgyu. Breaking the rules, are we?”

He laughed, leaning his head back as he did so. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, straightening up again to look at you. He gestured for you to come over. “Come on, join me for a swim!”

“Oh, I can’t,” you declined his offer in haste, shaking your head. “I’m not wearing my swimsuit.”

“Why’d you come down here then?” He asked, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “Perhaps you were hoping to run into me?”

Your cheeks grew warm, and you opened your mouth to deny his accusations but found it nearly impossible to breathe, let alone speak. Closing your mouth with an exhale of defeat, you trudged over to the edge of the pool, right beside the place where he was leaning, carefully allowing your legs to dip beneath the surface until the water came up to just below your knees.

“I just wanted to dip my feet in,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on your legs as you kicked them back and forth in the water.

“Sure,” he teased from beside you, scooting the slightest bit closer so that his damp arm brushed against the exposed skin of your thigh. You swallowed again, grip growing tighter on the edge of the pool at his touch. “Come on, you should take off your jacket and hop in. If you’re going to be ‘rebellious,’ go all the way with it!”

You shook your head, too afraid to speak for fear that your words would come out a jumbled, flustered mess.

Suddenly, you felt him grow closer to you as he placed his hands on either side of you, palms pressing into the floor you sat on. His face came into view as he now stood in the water right in front of you, his bare chest pressing against your legs beneath the water. Your breath hitched when he pushed himself up the slightest bit, eyes half closed as his face drew nearer to your own, his nose brushing against yours, his breath fluttering against your lips, causing you to shudder as your own eyes fell shut, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited to feel his lips against your own.

The feeling didn’t come. Because just when you were about to lean forward and close the remaining distance on your own, you felt his arms go around your waist. He pulled you forward and you barely had time to let out a squeal before you were submerged in the water, his arms around you, your legs tangling with his as you struggled to come up for air.

When you finally broke through the surface, you gasped for air, your arms instinctively wrapping around Beomgyu’s shoulders. He was laughing hysterically, his hands settled in the dips of your waist. Your feet found the bottom of the pool, and you were pleased to find that you were at least in the shallow end of the pool.

“You idiot!” You hit him harshly on the shoulder, coughing a bit as water ran down your face, your clothes sticking to you in all the wrong places.

“What?” He said between bursts of laughter, lifting a hand to brush strands of wet hair from your face. You narrowed your eyes as you stared him down, but you found yourself unable to stay angry the longer you looked at his beaming face, water beading and rolling down the curves of his cheeks, plastering his hair against his skin and yet somehow, he still looked undeniably ethereal in the blue glow cast from the moon above.

He tilted his head a bit, eyes searching your own. “Were you expecting something else?” He asked.

His fingertips traced down your cheekbone, coming to rest along your jaw as he held your face steady, leaning closer to you once again.

“Maybe something like this?”

He then closed the distance between you, his soft lips coming to rest against your own, moving against them gently yet playfully, showing care and concern, curiosity and contentment as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer against him as you closed your eyes and threaded your fingers through his wet strands of hair, savoring the bliss of your moonlight kiss.

In that moment, you were very grateful to have followed your unexpected rebellious impulse.

THE QUEEN OF DRABBLES MAKES HER TRIUMPHANT RETURN!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Two Pink Lines

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Valentine’s Day + Dad!Yoongi (more like Dad to be tee hee) + Pregnancy + Married AU

Word Count: 590

A/N: Just a little something I wrote to celebrate Valentine’s Day feat. my fave trio—here’s a peak into how they found out baby Nari was on the way. If you’re looking for more Dad!Yoongi content feat. baby Nari, check out Home, Never Enough, Fussy, and First Christmas. Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves!! ❤️

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt your heart beating this hard in your chest. Your breathing was shallow, hands tightly clenched in fists at your sides, turning your knuckles white.

Breathe, you thought to yourself. In…1, 2, 3, 4…out…1, 2, 3, 4. Repeat.

It felt like you were experiencing every emotion possible all at once, your thoughts swirling in your head as you stared down at the bathroom counter, eyes unable to move. You were afraid that if you looked away, it wouldn’t be real. The two of you had been trying for so long. There had been so many times before when it hadn’t been real. This time had to be different.

You heard a gentle rapping of knuckles against the wood of the door, eyes flicking toward the noise briefly before going back to their original focus. Yoongi jiggled the door handle, but it was locked. You could almost picture his frown, eyebrows pushed together in confusion as to why he was being denied entry.

“Sweetheart, are you almost ready?” Yoongi called on the other side of the door. “We’ll miss our dinner reservation if we don’t leave soon.” You nodded in agreement, hardly thinking about the fact that Yoongi couldn’t see the action.

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Teehee, Lawyer!Jin is very cute indeed. Such a fun little read, we love enemies to lovers!

Adversary

Pairing: Lawyer!Jin x Lawyer!Reader

Genre: FLUFF + Lawyer AU + E2L/rivals

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: I mean…this one is pretty self-indulgent I’m not even going to pretend it’s not. Sorry not sorry, I love lawyer!Jin tee hee ❤️ 

“This is standard procedure—surely your time and the client’s money would be better spent on more substantial issues?” you locked eyes with opposing counsel, unwavering. You watched as the younger man gulped, clearly getting nervous as he met your gaze across the table. You cocked your head to the side slightly, getting impatient while waiting for a response from the associate.

“I’m not authorized to make that decision. I’ll have to run it by the partner on the case, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Great, give them a call. I can wait,” you sat back in your chair, smug in the knowledge that you now had the upper hand during this negotiation session.

“I’ll just be a minute.”

You opened your laptop as your opposing counsel stepped out, reading emails you missed in the past hour. As you typed a reply, you heard a distinctive, windshield-wiper laugh outside of the conference room. You groaned, inwardly cursing as you shut your laptop. Getting up, you buttoned your blazer as the owner of the laugh walked in, briefcase in hand.

“Y/N, pleasure to see you, as always.”

“Seokjin,” you greeted, forcing a smile. He hit you with a wide grin, perfectly cut navy suit adorning his tall frame.

“Y/N, please, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Jin.” 

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It is I, MOA enthusiast extraordinaire! And I am here to say…

I LOVE THIS. E, you totally nailed the boys’ personalities and I loved every stinking second of this!! The world needs more TXT Hogwarts content, and you delivered.

(And really, was I ever not going to love a fic with Puff representation, AND you included Violet and Beomgyu? No.)

Love you bestie! 💙

Purple

Pairing: Ravenclaw!Taehyun x Hufflepuff!Reader

Genre: Harry Potter!AU + Fluff + Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Thank you to anon for requesting this—I am sorry it took me three months to get it to you, but I hope you love it!! If you are looking for more HP x TXT stories in this universe, check out my story Sore Loser and Loser = Lover by my bestie & MOA enthusiast extraordinaire @delacyrose224​ - E ✨

“Don’t you dare run away from me!” You heard Huening Kai giggle as he sprinted between the long tables in the Great Hall, dodging first years in his path. Taehyun was tight on his heels, his Ravenclaw blue-accented robes trailing behind him as he ran after the younger boy.

Your eyes went wide, watching your fellow Hufflepuff’s best friend chase after him. Kai slid onto the bench next to you, about to beg for help when Taehyun came up behind him, his arm around Kai’s neck in a wrestling headlock.

“Hey, Y/N,” Taehyun said casually, acting like his muscular arm wasn’t locked around his friend’s neck as you gaped at him.

“I’m sorry—what in Merlin’s name is going on?” you asked incredulously, attempting to yank Taehyun’s arm away from Kai. He let go at your insistence, glaring at Kai.

“Care to explain?” Taehyun asked Kai, arms crossed in front of him. Kai gave you a sly grin, trying to hold in his laughter.

“I might have done a little something in charms class today.” You followed Kai’s gaze to where he was looking, spinning around to fully take in Taehyun’s appearance. His hair was dyed a vibrant purple instead of his normal dark locks, strands falling across his forehead as he narrowed his eyes at the Hufflepuff next to you.

“Oh, so that’s why you were asking me about those spells the other day,” you murmured, standing up and absentmindedly brushing a strand of Taehyun’s hair out of his eyes. You didn’t notice the way he held his breath at your action, swallowing the accusation he was about to yell at Kai. His cheeks flushed pink when you shook your head at their antics, dropping your hand back to your side and grabbing your book bag, unaware of the affect you had on him.

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I am beyond soft for this Gyu, my goodness. Perfect fluffy goodness 🥹

<3 Beomgyu - Forever <3

request!

trope - best friends to lovers

genres - fluff, humour, light angst, suggestive, eventual smut

word count - 5.3k

a/n - if theres any formatting errors or missing sentences, please inform me!

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i encourage you to listen to this whilst reading <3 enjoy!

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You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world.

~

You shreiked loudly, trying hard to grab Beomgyu's arms and push them away, but he was too swift. His fingers dug into your waist as he tickled you mercilessly, cackling at the sight of you looking such a mess beneath him.

"G-gyu, get off!" you yelled, gasping for air, but he just ignored you and carried on tormenting you. You habitually moved one arm to cover your mouth - something you often did whilst laughing - but Beomgyu took advantage of this. He knew you were most ticklish under your armpits so he pinned your arm above your head with his right hand and tickled you with his left. You screeched and squirmed underneath him, aimlessly kicking your legs to try and push him away, but he managed to dodge your feet each time.

"I-I'm begging! Stop!"

He decided that he'd been torturing you for long enough, so he respected your pleas, falling on his back next to you ; still giggling at the sight of you as you laid defeated, flushed and exasperated.

"I hate you, stop laughing at me!"  you said, faking annoyance, not being able to help the grin that brightly spread across your face.

"How could I ever stop laughing at you? You're a walking joke." he teased, wearing a silly grin to match yours. You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him, trying to catch your breath. Reaching his arm out to tiredly pat you on the shoulder, Beomgyu tiredly groaned.

"I missed this," he said. You turned your head to look at him again, lazily placing your hand over his.

"Me too."

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

"You can beat me in a tickle fight," you started, before rapidly moving to sit up on your knees, grabbing a random throw pillow in the process. "but you could never beat me in a pillow fight!"

Before he could retaliate, he was met with the thud of a pillow in his face.

~

Summer weekends used to feel all too familiar to you. For the past four years they had practically all been the same ; full of late sunsets, orange mini calippos and the sound of your best friend's laughter. However, this year was kind of different to the last three, as it was the first summer since you and Beomgyu started college. You had both come home, and your parents were away for the week, so you and Beomgyu had the whole week to crash at their house together - the longest you'd spent together in nearly a whole year. Sure, you had been on day trips and had travelled to have sleepovers at eachothers dorms, but nothing like this. And it was long overdue.

Your high school days were rough, but Beomgyu made them more than bearable. You met when you were fourteen, and your connection was always very intense from the start. You met when Beomgyu sat down next to you after he had transferred maths classes ; the only seat that was available was next to you, in the back corner. He sparked up a conversation about the little UFO that you were drawing in the corner of your notebook, and you immediately noticed his friendly aura. It was his warm, bright smile and gentle voice that drew you in, and his loud, chaotic humour that sealed the deal. You had never met someone as outgoing and charming as Beomgyu that accomodated your shyness and cared enough to stick around til you were comfortable enough to be yourself. You weren't sure what you would've done if you never met him, and you didn't like to think about it.

Time after school was mostly either spent at the local arcade or in one of your bedrooms, playfighting and jamming out to music rather than doing your homework. There were a lot of nights where you would sneak out to meet him at your local park. Drinking cans of red bull and sharing jellybeans as you sat on a swingset, holding hands and talking about the future. You often made plans together, saying that one night when you snuck out that you'd just run away. You didn't, of course. You also planned to go to the same college, which didn't happen either, and buy a house together with 3 cats, which also probably wasn't going to happen. It was so funny how wrong you got it. But it was okay. Because he would always still be your Gyu.

You didn't know what it was about Beomgyu. You couldn't quite make out what made him so special to you, or what made it feel like he was yours, but you certainly felt it. He felt different to other boys ; he felt different to anyone else in general. He felt like fairy lights, warm skin and bedtime stories. He felt like the glow in your stomach after you've laughed until your chest aches. He felt like a steady heartbeat when you relax after a long day. He felt like everything safe and relieving in the world. And maybe that's why you treasured him so much. He was your best friend. The only person you were truly close to. The only person that understood your body and mind. Your safe space. Your home. With just one look and a gentle embrace, he could calm you and make you forget that anything exists outside of the comfort of his arms. You honestly swore time stopped when it was the two of you. And that's all you wanted it to be. The two of you. Against the world. So when you were seperated for college, it was nothing short of heartbreak for both of you. You were so used to being understood by him that you couldn't really make new friends, so it was lonely. Most of your nights were spent on the phone with him, or scrolling through your old pictures and videos. You weren't sure how to deal with life without him by your side, but you survived until you had this time together again.

So right now, as you were laid with him on on your bed - his head resting on your tummy as you recalled memories from last summer - your heart had no room for pain. The stinging had subsided, and was wholely replaced with the sheer joy of being with him again.

~

Later that night, you and Beomgyu decided to settle down.

Being back in your teenage bedroom still felt strange, even though you had already been in here for hours. You traced your cream textured wallpaper with your fingertips as you stared up at the fairylights that were strung across your wall, noticing how they reflected off the polaroids that were pegged to their wiring, and shimmered against the ridges of the fake plastic vinyls that were stuck to your wall. They had certainly dulled since your last visit,  though, so you noted that you needed to change the battery. You had too many memories and daily routines that were executed in this room for you to not feel out of place upon your return. Sleeping in this bed again was going to feel so strange, and you felt thankful that you would at least have Beomgyu to snuggle into whilst you felt uneasy.

He sat down first, propping some pillows up against the wall before resting against it. You waited for him to get comfy before joining him, then you shuffled over to him. He held his arms out, signifying that he wanted to cuddle with you. So you did.

You draped your legs across his and snuggled into his chest. He let his hand instinctively go find one of yours, intertwining your fingers. His arm supported the weight of your back, curving around your waist so your hands were situated together in your lap. He rested his chin on top of your head, rubbing it back and forth.

Your eyes were drawn towards the silver chain that hung from his neck - it was about 20mm long and had a charm at the end. The charm was half of a love heart with a broken edge, and a matching chain hung around your neck with one that completed the broken heart if you held them together. You had bought them three years ago, and you were honestly surprised the clasps hadn't snapped by now since you both wore them every day. You raised your free hand to fiddle with his necklace, twirling the charm between your fingertips. You traced over the ridges of the jagged shapes, then over the curve of the opposite side, feeling the metal press against your skin. The reflection of the fairy lights glossed over it as you observed its little scratches and indents - they would've once made it gleam, but it's shine had worn off with age. After a short while, you lightly closed your fist around the charm, delicately holding it.

You were thankful that the room was so quiet, because you could hear his heartbeat as clear as day. The thuds in his chest and the way his thumb was tracing circles on the back of your hand was the most soothing combination to you. So you just sat there, completely relaxed, basking in the atmosphere.

"They're perfect for us, aren't they?"

Beomgyu's quiet voice broke the silence, and you lifted your head to look at him, consequently knocking his head out of place.

"Hm?"

"The necklaces. They're perfect for us."

You loved it when he spoke to you like this. When he dropped down all his walls and showed complete vulnerability. No jokes. No sarcasm. No teasing. You knew you were probably the only person that got to see him like this. And it made you feel so special.

"I think they are too. But why?"

"Because you really are like half of my heart. I feel like we share a brain sometimes." he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smiled.

"I feel the same."

"I know you do."

He let go of your hand and moved it to cradle your head, guiding it back to his chest. He placed his chin back on the top of your head and closed his eyes, gently stroking your hair.

And you closed your eyes too, letting your thoughts be pushed aside by sounds of his tiny exhales.

You really did feel like half of your heart was his, and half of his heart was yours. You were two halves of one universe, existing in your own realm that defied any existing laws. Your relationship was quite unique, and may be tricky to understand to other people. But you didn't really want them to understand it, because that's what made it so special.

~

After a short trip into town the next day, you were with Beomgyu on the bus home. It was the same bus you rode home from school every day, so you instinctively walked up the aisle towards where you always used to sit - two rows from the back in the left corner. Like routine, Beomgyu shuffled past you to sit on the inside, then you plopped down beside him. And again, like routine, you leant your head on his shoulder - half burying your face into it as you waited for him to retreive his earphones from his backpack. As you inhaled a sense of relief washed over you, due to the smell of Beomgyu's cardigan masking the musty smell of chemicals from the bus. Strands of his shoulder legnth hair tickled your forehead as you shuffled, trying to get comfortable on the hard seats of the bus. When he passed you an earphone, as you expected, he had your shared playlist pulled up. The Shower by IU began playing ; her airy vocals backed by the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar occupied your right ear, whilst the shaky droning of the engine still lingered in your left.

Once Beomgyu had slid his fingers between yours - consequently finishing your little routine - you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to wander. You reminisced about your once daily bus rides home with him ; falling asleep on eachothers shoulders, using your scarves as makeshift pillows, when it got dark early in winter ; laughing about how sweaty your hands got when you held hands in the summer ; texting eachother rather than having an out-loud conversation when someone you didn't like sat behind you ; fighting eachother over who would take the window seat and Beomgyu always winning the argument ; sharing earphones and singing ABBA songs a little too loudly, and just laughing when someone shushed you, or gave you a disapproving glance.

He raised his elbow slightly, nudging you.

"Hey sleepyhead, look,"

Beomgyu's soft, deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He waited for you to open your eyes before finishing his sentence, then he leaned down a little to whisper to you.

"it's raining."

You raised your head and glanced past him to the window. When you noticed that the windows were dripping with trickles of rain, you flopped back in your seat, sighing.

"Why is it raining in summer? I knew we should've brought an umbrella..." you whined, rolling your eyes. Beomgyu just squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Hey, cheer up. It's only a three minute long walk back to your house from the bus stop, anyway."

You turned to look at him, your expression still pouty. He just smiled at you warmly.

"Wanna have a raindrop race?"

You quickly perked up, excited to indulge in an old habit. You stretched your arm past him, pressing a finger to the cold glass of the window, your fingertip being wetted by condensation.

Your raindrop ended up falling down the window at half the speed of Beomgyu's, and you had to tell him to stop screaming in celebration on a bus full of people.

"I want a rematch!" you huffed, lightly shaking his arm.

"Then why don't we have a real race? We'll get back to your house faster through this rain if we run, anyways."

You were silent for a second, evaluating his offer.

"I'll run, but I'm not racing you." you said. "You're weirdly fast, I'd be accepting defeat simply by agreeing."

He just smirked pridefully in response, before putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you back into his chest.

"Sounds like a plan."

The moment you stepped off the bus, Beomgyu slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed your hand and just ran. You were taken by surprise by his sudden action, but you didn't have any time to think about anything but making sure your legs were working. You were breathless with laughter, stumbling all over the path, and the only thing keeping you from slipping again was the tight grip your best friend had on your hand. He was running faster than you, and laughing louder too, dragging you along. The thuds of your footsteps vibrated from the soles of your shoes all the way through your body, creating loud splashes with every step, and sparking a rush of exhilaration through your body. You knew people would be peeking out of their windows and glaring judgementally as you dashed past their houses, but you felt too euphoric to care. It was just another instance where you felt like it was only two of you in the whole world.

~

"I think this is our best one yet!"

You glanced over at your friend, giggling at his proud exclamation.

For the rest of the afternoon, after you had dried off from the rain, you and Beomgyu had spent nearly two hours crafting a pillow fort. Having to start over three times because of Beomgyu continuosly pushing you over onto the cushions and blankets definitely set you back, but once you convinced him to focus, he did. And it paid off. Honestly, you had to say that you were just as proud of it as him. It was pretty spacious, definitely bigger than any you'd made before. You had buttoned two empty duvet covers together and draped them across the top, and used the quilts you had taken out of them as your floor.

"Yep, I think so."

He gestured for you to get inside, so you did, and he soon followed. Beomgyu crawled over to you as you leant back on a seat cushion that was balanced against the the sofa frame behind you. He curled up on the floor beside you and laid his head in your lap and, as if it was second nature, your hands found themselves running through his hair. Beomgyu sighed at the soothing feeling of your hands circling against his scalp, and your heart warmed when you saw the corners of his lips curl up into a content smile.

He turned his head towards your tummy and nuzzled his nose into your shirt ; you were about to giggle at his cuteness, until you felt him sniffing you.

"What the fuck are you doi-"

"You changed your perfume."

"What?"

"You changed your perfume. What was wrong with the Marc Jacobs perfume I bought you?" he whined.

"I save it for special occasions, you know I do!"

"Is this not a special occasion? We're seeing eachother after the first time in month- OW?!"

He cried out as you flicked him on the top of the head, before looking up at you, scowling. You chuckled in amusement, patting over where you flicked him.

"Got you back for the tickle fight."

"I hate you."

"If you hate me so much, then why is your head in my lap?"

Presumably too embarassed to give a serious answer, he just shoved his face back into your tummy, demanding that you played with his hair again. You laughed at him once more, and complied to his demands. In moments like this you were reminded of why he was your favourite person in the world.

~

A few movies later, the two of you were huddled together in silence, purely enjoying eachothers' company. Suddenly, let out a soft chuckle.

"Remember when we used to say we were gonna run away together?"

You laughed back, remembering how your friendship was a few years ago.

"Oh god, yeah..." you shook your head. "it's so funny to think about now. We were so dramatic."

"Yeah..."

The comfortable silence washed over again, the two of you getting lost in your own thoughts.

You watched Beomgyu's face soften, his eyes glossing over with some sort of emptiness. For once, you couldn't read what he was thinking.

"Sometimes i still think about it, like, what if we ever did..."

He cut himself off with a sigh.

"This is stupid, i'm sorry."

"No Gyu, it's okay, continue. You know I never think anything you say is stupid."

You spoke slowly. He gulped before speaking again, his eyes still not meeting yours.

"I just wonder what our friendship would've turned out like. Or if we went to the same college, too. There's so much time we don't spend together anymore, and I spend most of it wishing we were."

As you listened to his words, your heart sunk. You knew he missed you, but you never knew he felt the exact same way you did.

You watched his face carefully, waiting for him to speak - you saw his lips move, but he seemed zoned out, vacant, as if he wasn't concentrating on what he was about to say.

"I think I love you."

You smiled, a little confused at his sudden statement. You didn't question it, though - 'I love you's were common in your friendship.

"I know you do, and I love you too Gyu."

"No, like, really."

"Wait, what?"

Upon hearing your reaction, a look glossed over his eyes, as if he was pulled back into reality.

"Just ignore me. I'm being weird."

"No you're not, plus, you can't just say that then not say what you mean..." you squeezed his hand in an attempt of reassurance. "explain it to me."

He sighed.

"We're not happy without eachother... does that mean something? I know we always laugh about how people assume we're dating and stuff but like, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Don't hate me, but I think I like you." he sighed again, running a hand through his hair. He was clearly stressed, and the look in his eyes read like he was struggling to articulate his thoughts. He turned his head to look at you.

"What do you think this means for us?"

Embarassment washed over your body, and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"Maybe we do like eachother," you started, not quite knowing how to react. You were still so shocked, almost dazed, and confused by your feelings. It was different for Beomgyu ; he realised so long ago, and he consquently had a lot of time to process his emotions, but you were only realising now. And it was hitting you all at once.

"I mean, I'm not sure,"

"So, you do? You like me too?" he checked, a smile spreading across his face. You nodded silently, your lips tight together.

"I fucking knew it!" he said, pridefully, pointing his index finger towards you. "You do know you can't hide anything from me, right?"

Yeah. That's the problem.

"I know."

Beomgyu's face dropped when he heard your stern tone.

"This is gonna ruin everything... Gyu, I can't lose you."

"You will never lose me, seriously."

You just nodded silently again.

"Not to sound cliché or anything, but I think we should just kiss."

You snorted.

"Seriously?" you inquired, amused at his change in character.

"Don't react like that... let's just do it, okay?"

He shuffled up so he could look right into you eyes. You started at his lips as they parted ; they looked so soft in the dim lighting of your room, and when you looked back up to his eyes, you saw the reflection of the fairylights in them. He pulled you closer by your waist, your torso slightly pressing against his. As he leaned towards you, the situation you were in started to sink in. Your mind began racing. What would be the consquences of this? You couldn't lose him. Not your best friend. He was your everything. You pushed him away, causing him to frown.

"Beomgyu-"

"You want this, right?"

Again, you were reminded that there was no hiding any feelings from Beomgyu. He could read you like a book. You nodded in response, and his face softened again. He hooked two fingers around the chain of your necklace, pulling you closer again.

"Then just let me kiss you."

His lips brushed yours, and your heart started to race.

"Please... I've been waiting for this for so long, please, just let me kiss you..."

The desperation in his voice melted your heart. You knew you liked him, and you trusted him, so you let him. You let him kiss you.

When your lips met, it was like everything fell into place. All of those feelings you didn't understand that were tangled up in your brain were suddenly smoothed out, and the heavy weight that resided in your chest was lifted. You felt as light as air. He was the first to pull away, anxious for your verdict.

"Well?" he asked, his brown eyes studying your face.

"I like you."

~

The next night, the pillow fort was still standing.

The two of you were laid in it on your backs in silence, but rather than the comfortable silence you usually resided in, this one was crushing.

You had completed your day as usual, but everything felt off. You ate your breakfast in silence, rather than dancing around the kitchen together and wiping crumbs from the corners of eachothers mouths. You played games with eachother, but they lacked your usual competitive snarls and enthusiasm. It was just awkward. And you hated it. Your friendship had never been like this, not even in the start. And you so desperately wanted it to stop.

You rolled over to face Beomgyu.

"Gyu, I think we need to talk."

He rolled over too, looking in your eyes.

"About last night, I just-"

Before you could speak, he crashed his lips against yours. You pulled away to speak;

"I'm sorr-"

"Shut up."

He kissed you again.

Your lips moved together like clockwork, as if they were familiar with eachother already, although this was still one of the first time you had kissed. When you broke apart, a string of saliva hung between your lips, keeping you connected. Beomgyu flicked out his tounge to break it, and smirked.

"I want more," you whispered.

"Me too."

You traced your fingertips along the worn cotton of his pyjama bottoms, noticing how the tent in his pants distorted the cream and grey checked pattern. They were the same ones he wore at your first sleepover together, and the same ones he wore when you won against him in twister for the first time. Memories were fleeting through your mind as you ran your fingers across the lines that were imprinted in the fabric, but your train of thought was soon cut off when you heard Beomgyu sigh in pleasure. You smiled, intrigued to discover more habits about the person you thought you knew everything about.

"Can I touch you?" you asked.

"Please, do." he replied, almost in a whisper.

So you did. You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his pants, rolling them down past his hips and over his bare cock.

You were surprised by its legnth, and it was safe to assume that your worries about your inexperience were showing on your face when Beomgyu reached out to stroke your hair.

"Take your time. You know you're safe with me, and that there's no pressure to do anything."

His gentle reminder put your mind at ease, reminding you that this was all for love and fun, and that Beomgyu could never judge you. He never has, and he never will.

When he felt your hand - that was small in comparison to his legnthy dick - wrap around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, he let out a loud groan. You took this as initiative to keep going, and at a faster rate too, excited by the idea that you were pleasing your best friend in a new way. He bucked his hips up into your fist and whimpered, and it took you by surprise. You decided to grip his cock harder to see if it felt better for him, and judging by how his hand flew out to grab your wrist when you did and how he whined, you guessed it did. The way your name fell from his lips in a whiney tone felt addictive to you, and you felt determind to hear how he would sound as he came. You were still weary about how to go about sucking his cock, so you just continued to stroke him instead, stroking him as fast as you could for as long as you could to try and get to his climax faster.

He propped himself up on his elbows, his mouth ajar as he stared up at you in awe.

"What?" you asked, timidly. His face softened, a lustful look washing over his eyes. He kneeled up whilst pulling his shirt over his head, suddenly towering over you, and revealing his soft little tummy and his muscular arms.

"C'mere," he said, placing a hand on your waist. You shuffled towards him on your knees, and he began stroking up and down your side. He leant his forehead against yours, and slid his free hand into your hair.

"gonna make you feel so good. Can I do that? Is that okay?"

You nodded, the tip of your nose brushing against his as you did so. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you properly as if to cradle you, and pulled you in to support your weight with his thigh. He then laid you down, leaning you back slowly against the floor of pillows in the fort.

He kissed you some more, hovering over you, before assisting you with wriggling out of your shorts. Wasting no time because he was sure he knew what you wanted, he waited for you to spread your legs and slid two fingers into you. You moaned at the feeling of your walls stretching around his fingers ; it almost took all of the breath out of you. He slid them in and out slowly and, even though it felt amazing, you so desperately wanted more.

"G-gyu?" you stuttered.

"Hm?"

"D-do it like this-"

You curled your fingers in a come here motion in demonstration, and he copied you.

That was it.

You immediately threw your head back in reaction to the feeling, a noise that you didn't even know you could make escaping your lips. After a few minutes of you whining and squirming, Beomgyu started with some dirty talk.

"Gonna make you cum, okay? Can you do that for me?" he whispered. You felt his hot breath ghost past your neck as he spoke, and you felt like your brain was melting.

"Yeah..." you squeaked out, earning a soft chuckle from your best friend.

"Then do it."

And you did. You came. Harder than you ever thought you could. Your whole body was shaking, it somehow felt so tense but so loose at the same time.

When you looked in Beomgyu's eyes, he looked even more in awe than when you made him cum, almost as if he couldn't work out quite how it happened. He wiped your juices off his arm and hand with his previously discarded shirt, still slightly stunned, whilst waiting for you to calm down from your orgasm. Once he was one he placed a hand on your thigh, gently stroking up and down it.

"You okay?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded in response, looking up at him, and then glancing back down at his erect cock.

"I want more..." you said.

"L-like sex?"

You nodded again.

"But I don't have a condom?" he said, his tone more confused than stating.

"I know, but I trust you..." you replied. He smiled warmly.

"Okay, just as long as you're sure. We don't have to do this."

"I really want to, Gyu. I promise."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before lining up with your entrance.

"It's gonna hurt, okay? But I'll try to be gentle." he reassured.

As he slid into you, that euphoric feeling rushed back. You felt so warm, like your skin was burning from the inside out. Like a thousand little flames were rising in your tummy and Beomgyu was the wind fanning them, helping them spread across your body. You felt so full of him, like you could feel him inside your brain and under your skin - it felt like everything you ever wanted. And you couldn't get enough of it.

~

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was little rays of sunshine peeking through the opening of the pillow fort, and the first thing you heard was Beomgyu's breathing against your neck. He was snuggled into you, holding you tight with his head buried in the crook of your neck. His little breaths were tickling your skin, but you didn't mind. You found them so endearing.

"Hey, Gyu?" you whispered into his hair. "you awake?"

Instead of answering your question with a simple 'yes', he decided to raise his chin up and lick your ear.

"Eurgh," you whined, rolling away from him and wiping your ear with the sleeve of your - or Beomgyu's, rather - hoodie. "I literally hate you." you stated, having to raise your voice to be heard over his deep, groggy laughter.

"Thats not what you were saying last night." he mumbled, cowering in advance from the whack on the arm he already knew was coming to him. After you hit him, he just chuckled, and continued his running habit of hooking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his torso. Your face pressed against the warm skin of his chest, and squished between his skin and yours was his heart locket. The cold press of its metal felt soothing against your heated cheeks, and the comforting sensation of Beomgyu's arms around your waist along with the sound of his steady heartbeat were enough to lull you back into sleep.

You didn't feel out of place in the world when he had you like this ; your love.

Your Gyu.

~

The Yoongi queen has done it AGAIN.

Hold Me Tight

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Extremely fluffy fluff about Yoongi holding your hand

Word Count: ~500 (drabble)

A/N: I just want Yoongi to hold my hand okay so I wrote this because I am deep in my feels for him and needed a little something to make my heart warm. Plus, this man loves to hold hands like you have seen those GIFs right? Like come ON ❤️

Yoongi always wanted to hold your hand.

There was something so comforting about placing your smaller hand in his, intertwining your fingers snuggly together. He would put both of them in his pocket on a cold day while you walked Holly together or gently drum beats on your palm with his fingertips when he was brainstorming a new track for production.  

There were times when you were sitting next to him amongst his bandmates when you first were together, his arms crossed across his chest, thigh bumping against yours, refusing to hold your hand even though he was desperate to. Sometimes you would catch him, though, his fingers twitching, ready to grab yours when you reached across his body to grab something or were gesticulating with your hands. Lost in his thoughts, his first reaction would be that you wanted him to hold your hand. He would shyly smile when he was caught, your eyes twinkling with mischief at him for being so soft for affection and physical touch, even when he tried to pretend otherwise.

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DO YOU SAVE THE DAY OFTEN?? Excuse me as I go faint. 🫠

Save the Day

Pairing: Namjoon x WH Press Employee!Reader

Genre: FLUFF, meet-cute 

Word Count: 1.1K 

A/N: As soon as I saw BTS at the White House, I KNEW I had to whip something up. So proud of our boys today 💜

Badge in one hand, iced coffee in the other, tote bag slung over your shoulder, you hurried through the long halls toward your desk. Your sensible business heels clicked against the tile floors, past dignitaries and politicians gazing down at you from their portraits lining the walls. You were greeted by the sounds of excited morning conversations and frantic typing on laptop keyboards as you pushed the door to the press office open. Since the announcement went public, the entire team had anxiously awaited this day. You just hoped you made it out in one piece.

Throwing your bag in your desk chair, you leaned against the wooden surface, taking a long sip from your straw as you finally caught your breath. Of course, today of all days, would be the day when your commute was worse than usual. You had considered camping out here last night to avoid the morning traffic, knowing that the roads to the White House would be crazier than ever, reporters wanting to arrive early to get good seats in the briefing room for their photo ops.

“Y/N, you ready for today?” your coworker, Annie, asked as she dropped a stack of papers on your desk.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied with a grin, relishing in the adrenaline and buzz that only came with working in such an important building, privy to the most important news in the country before anyone else.

“Aren’t you a fan of theirs?” Annie teased, shooting you a finger heart as she walked away from your desk.

“You’re going to lie and tell me you’re not?” you laughed, responding to her finger heart with one of your own.

“BTS to go on in 10 minutes,” the intercom speaker in the office sounded. You smoothed your dress, attempting to collect yourself.

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Izzy, this was so SWEET, my HEART. We don’t deserve Taehyun 🥹🥹🥹

THE BEST DAY ; KANG TAEHYUN · 1.3k words

summary ▸ kang taehyun is your best friend, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world, and he feels the same way about you. pairing ▸ kang taehyun x gn!reader genre ▸ best friends!au; pure fluff and nothing else other characters ▸ mentions of the other txt members warnings ▸ food mentions, mentions of stress, some light ghibli movie spoilers song rec ▸ best friend : nct dream, thursday’s child has far to go : txt a/n ▸ this is belated but this fic is dedicated to @speckled-sunshine​​ !! happy birthday and you’re one of the bestest friends in the whole world, ty for being my friend. it’s fitting that the first txt fic i post would be for you, ty for helping get me to fall for these five amazing guys and now we scream and keyboard smash about them all the time. ily lots! <33 i’ve never written taehyun, but i hope i was able to capture him well hehe!! this was very fun to write, it’s been just a tad since i wrote fluff and nothing else haha (also credit to acj_edits on yt for the taehyun clip in the gif. it was too cute)

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You were currently walking off campus to head home after a long day when you felt the presence behind before you saw it.

“_____!” you heard as your best friend Kang Taehyun bolted past you to come around and stand in front of you. A big smile on his face that was insanely infectious. 

“Well, hello speedy feet,” you teased, “what’s got you so excited?” 

“You’re kidding right?” he asked incredulously; brows furrowed. 

You hadn’t answered him and his eyes widened in exaggerated shock. “_____! It’s your birthday tomorrow!” 

Oh. Right, you hadn’t even thought about it. You didn’t hate your birthday or anything, but with summer classes, and all the cramming you’ve been doing, it slipped your mind by accident. 

“Oh,” you said. 

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” Taehyun gawked, and you two started walking together. “It’s one of the best days of the year and you’re telling me you forgot?” 

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BAH THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹🫠

T X T - B E O M G Y U 

sweeter than ~!!

general audiences - lowercase intended - wc. 1,363

requested by @sungbeam for the 1k followers event - i was thinking a meet cute at the beach w beomgyu and he accidentally hits u w a beach ball and he takes care of u (treats u to ice cream!!) 

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ah, the beach. a place where warmth meets coolth as the waves of the sea lap softly against the heated sands of the shore. it can be a place of fun or relaxation or sunbathing or sunburning - depending on the type of person to visit.

for you, on this particular afternoon, it’s a gathering spot. you and a group of school friends are hanging out on the beach, dressed in your bathing suits half hidden by oversized t-shirts, wet hair dripping beads of water down your bodies. it’s just supposed to be a little weekend get-away - relief from the unbridled stress of studying.

you’re standing in a mini-circle with your two closest friends, bottles of soda in your hands as you talk about anything but classes. the rest of the group is huddled under a couple of umbrellas a metre or so behind you three, snacking on sandwiches before heading back into the water. 

“so do you have your eye on anyone?” you ask jimin playfully, tugging lightly at a strand of her midnight hair.

“oh, gosh,” she sighs. “romantically speaking?”

you nod as you swig a mouthful of fizzy, sugary high fructose corn syrup from the bottle.

minjeong giggles and nudges jimin with her free elbow. “it’s yeonjun, am I right?”

whilst jimin ducks her head with an affirming groan, you furrow your brow. “who?”

both their heads pop up to stare at you, jaws slack with surprise. “choi yeonjun? the ace of the university?”

“hm, never met him.” you shrug and take another sip of your cola.

“well, he’s hot,” minjeong coos excitedly, “and jimin’s been giving him heart eyes all semester!”

“shh!” protests the first girl, moving to cover jeongie’s mouth as she looks around nervously. “don’t say that so loud! ... and I have not been giving him heart eyes.”

“mhm… sure…”

“I might have to figure out who this yeonjun is so I can see why jimin is so in love with him,” you tease, nonchalantly glancing at your fingernails whilst your friend splutters that she is absolutely not in love with him.

“well, you’re in luck!” squeals minjeong suddenly. jimin goes pale as the younger girl begins jumping up and down excitedly. “he’s right over there!”

your gaze follows jeongie’s pointing finger (which is quickly batted down by a horrified jimin) to a group of five very tall, very handsome men. the one minjeong gestures to is maybe the third tallest of the group with sleek cat eyes and a pretty smirk. he’s all legs - of course, it seems that all the boys are - and his wet, blonde hair is flung down down in front of his eyes.

he’s beautiful, that much is true. but he’s not the one to catch your full, true attention. your eyes, like magnets, are inexplicably drawn to the boy chortling beside yeonjun; shaggy black hair with blonde highlights hangs down nearly to his shoulders, framing sparkling eyes and a beaming smile. he screams cuteness and sexiness all at the same time, and you feel your heart stuttering as you stare at him.

“how can one friend group hold so much hotness?” sighs minjeong dreamily, ignoring how jimin turns adamantly away from yeonjun and his friends whilst hiding her face behind one hand.

truly, the five of them looked to have jumped straight out of a teen beach movie. their damp torsos, bared to the sun, shine with sea water that clings to the edges of their lean muscles. wet hair bounces as they run through the sand, laughing and batting a giant beach ball back and forth like it’s a volleyball.

in your amazement that five such perfect human beings exist, you fall into a trance-like state. dreamily, you watch as the boy with shaggy black hair spikes the beach ball too hard - it flies through the air and bounces right against your awed face. there’s so much force behind the rainbow orb of plastic that you’re knocked onto your ass in the sand and your fizzy cola splashes all over your shirt and bared legs.

“oh, shit!” yelps one of the boys.

“oh my gosh, are you okay?” your friends are asking you, but you don’t have the presence of mind to answer, because he’s coming this way, and the sun is glowing on his pretty face and his very nice muscles, but wait - you shouldn’t be looking there, look at his eyes, dumbass -

“are you okay?” the boy asks, jogging up with concern etched onto his perfect features.

you’re practically mute with infatuation; inside your own head, you’re slapping yourself to try and bring your brain back to full capacity. “uhm, y-yeah!” you stammer. “yeah, I’m completely fine! er, how are you doing today?”

as the boy blinks in surprise at your sudden (and slightly awkward) question, you bite your tongue. maybe that’s enough speaking for today. or the century.

but then he breaks out into the sunniest smile you’ve ever seen, and it completely takes your breath away. “I’m doing well today myself,” he replies cheerily, though his face is a little sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck with guilt. “except that I hit a really pretty innocent bystander in the face with a beach ball.”

heat floods your face, and you smile shyly down at your soda-covered legs. the sugary stuff is beginning to get sticky on your skin, but the funny thing is that you don’t really care.

“don’t forget that you aided and abetted the spilling of soda on a very nice set of legs,” hisses minjeong happily. jimin smacks the back of the girl’s head as you let out a tiny yelp of embarrassment.

“yeah, that too,” agrees the boy timidly. when he reaches out a hand to you, you allow your fingers to wrap around his before he helps you to your feet. he smiles from under his eyelashes rather coyly, though a rosy blush glows under his golden skin.

“y-you think I’m pretty?” the words blurt out from your lips unbidden;  you could slap yourself for saying them.

“gorgeous,” he admits hesitantly, grinning down at his feet.

to her credit, minjeong has restrained her ecstatic giggles up until this point, but when yeonjun and his other three friends finally jog over, interest and amusement lining their faces, the laughter explodes from her upturned mouth.

“shut up…” groans jimin, turning away nervously as her crush draws near.

“what’s going on, you idiot?” shouts the tall blonde ace to the shaggy black haired boy. “are you gonna stand around ogling all day or are you going to offer compensation for being a dunce?”

“yah !! I’m not a dunce!”

“he’s right about the compensation though,” hisses minjeong to the shaggy boy. she cuts herself off with a squeak as jimin pinches her arse as warning.

if beomgyu heard your friends’ antics, he politely pretends not to notice. instead, he glances at you, a mixture of shy confidence and sheepishness making his face look all the more endearing. “can I make it up to you somehow?” he asks with a lopsided grin. “for my duncery?”

flustered, you hide a little laugh behind one hand. “sure~”

minjeong clears her throat, blatantly ignoring the glare jimin sends her way. “if I may,” she sniffs in a self-satisfied fashion, “I would suggest ice cream... that’s the quickest way to win over anyone - even the most indignant of beach ball victims.” she beams broadly at her own input, the bright smile growing even wider when beomgyu hums in approval.

“would you like that?” he asks, turning back to you. “can I treat you to some ice cream?”

silently, you nod, letting your close-lipped smile speak for you. as he takes your hand and leads you towards the nearby chimes of an ice cream truck, his eyes sparkle at you playfully.

“by the way,” he sings in a shimmering tone that makes your heart race. “I’m beomgyu!”

you can already tell that this shaggy-haired boy named beomgyu is going to bring mischief to your life in all the best ways - in the few short minutes you’ve known him, you’ve already discerned he is brighter than any candy and sweeter than any ice cream. 

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Ugh, my BEOMGYU LOVING HEART 🥹🥹🥹

( 8:55PM ) looking at you makes choi beomgyu feel stupid.

it’s not your fault. really. though, beomgyu supposes it depends on his mood for the day. some days he likes to teasingly blame you for making him feel like this (it’s true, it’s just not really considered ‘blame’), and some days he likes to keep quiet and simply stare at you—

—at how pretty you are.

because you are so, so pretty that it makes beomgyu feel so, so stupid.

it’s baffling, really, how he gets obsessed over the smallest details of you. the smallest things about the person he is convinced he is in love with. you, sitting across him in an almost empty diner contrasting the bustling metropolitan city it’s located it. how you look while examining your fingernails, or drumming them against the tabletop as you wait for your meal to arrive. the curve of your neck when you stretch and pop your joints. the slip of your spine. the colour of your lips and the shape of your mouth as you yawn. the colour of your irises when the light outside the window hits it just right.

how wonderful, beomgyu thinks, how enchanting.

he’s so smitten with you— with the way you pour too much creamer in your coffee by accident and wrinkle your nose when you taste the too-sweet drink. even in the way you look at him and catch him staring, and the wrinkle of your nose becomes strangely fond as you question him.

“why are you staring at me like that?”

because i love you, beomgyu thinks. all tangled heat and longing, there is nothing more that he would like to do than build a universe where the two of you never get out of bed, where you simply lay tangled in the bedsheets and each other and beomgyu can catch your laughter from the morning air and weave it into the songs that he loves to sing for you. i love you. he thinks he can say it, that he’s brave enough to admit it, but he takes too long and the moment passes and the next best thing he can do is to take the straw wrapper by his drink and ball it up to flick it at your face. he watches as your expression contorts into one of confusion and annoyance, and he grins as he says the closest thing to an i love you.

“you’re a nerd.”

and, unsurprisingly, it works. there is no i love you, too, but there’s that split moment of silence before the diner is filled with the sound of your laughter and all beomgyu can see is the smile that brightens your features and his life. you laugh, and beomgyu thinks to himself that he never wants to live a day without that laugh, without your smile— without you.

he thinks that maybe, perhaps, if you’d let him, he would have all the time in the world to tell you the things he couldn’t say this morning.

My freaking HEART…this was so sweet, I loved it!

unfair II ; yeonjun

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3.8K

warnings: alcohol, mentions of driving too fast

song rec: shiver by lucy rose

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i apologize for any (grammatical) errors or typos!

you fumbled with the make up brushes on the table as you put all the products back in your make up bags.

you closed your eyes for a second when you heard his laughter again. and hers.

opening your eyes, you averted them to the mirror, looking at the two through it.

the rookie idol was twirling a strand of hair in between her fingers as she giggled at something yeonjun said. her eyes were glowing as they looked at him.

you understood that. you, too, used to look at yeonjun like he hung the moon. your eyes used to glow like that as well when you would look at him when he’d hold you close. yeonjun was simply magnificent.

and that was why you could never blame the rookie idol for practically throwing herself at yeonjun, even though it made your heart feel like it was being pulled out of your chest when you would see yeonjun react to it by only standing closer to her.

it had been two weeks since your encounter with yeonjun before the show, two weeks since you officially ended whatever was going on between the two of you. though, it didn't feel right to call it 'whatever.' it was love. pure love. you both knew it.

you swallowed as your eyes rested on yeonjun. his cheeks were still a little red from performing, the glitter below his eyes faded a little but nonetheless were still making his eyes pop. his gelled hair was slightly tousled, but that was your favorite look on him because it indicated that he had danced his heart out, something you loved seeing. there was nothing as enchanting as watching yeonjun do things he was passionate about.

it only took a second of looking at yeonjun to make you feel like you were flying. flying through a lilac sky while feeling as light as a feather.

yeonjun felt your eyes on him through the mirror and couldn't stop himself from looking back. as your eyes met, you almost felt your breath hitch in your throat. yeonjun quickly looked away.

it only took a second of facing reality to make you crash down from that lilac sky and hit the ground.

you cleared your throat as you quickly continued cleaning the surface of the make up table.

a text on your phone made the screen light up and you looked at it.

anne: we are ready to go

putting your phone in your back pocket, you grabbed the make up bags and started walking towards the door, past yeonjun and the idol you still didn't even know the name of.

you felt the stare of yeonjun on you. turning around, you forced yourself to look at the man.

"we're ready to go home," you spoke, your voice monotone, before glancing at the girl's slightly annoyed face.

you wanted to let out a scoff. don't worry, girl, you have a much bigger chance of being with him than i do, was what went through your mind as you turned around and started walking through the halls towards the exit of the venue.

a few seconds later you heard footsteps behind you, indicating the boy was following you.

you were glad he didn't catch up to you and continued to walk behind you because being close to him was suffocating.

you stepped inside the van and hoped yeonjun would take the second van. well, the rational part of you, your brain, hoped that.

your heart didn't.

just as you were about to close the car door, yeonjun stopped you by gripping the door handle.

your breath got caught in your throat and you quickly looked away as he entered the vehicle.

he sat down next to you and the close proximity between you and him made you shut your eyes for a second before looking straight ahead, not wanting to make anne, another stylist who was sitting beside you, notice anything.

the van drove off and if you didn't know better you'd say yeonjun only pressed himself against you more.

his thighs touched yours and even if you would have wanted to, you wouldn't be able to move your legs as you didn't have any more space.

in any other situation you'd get annoyed when a man was taking up all the space by sitting like this, but right now it was making your heart ache. because you knew he was doing it on purpose. he was taking any opportunity he could to be close to you, any opportunity to touch you. even now.

why was he making it so terribly hard for you? for the both of you?

arriving at the dorms, the boys got out of the van and even though you refused to look back, you felt the way yeonjun looked back at you for the last time before exiting the van, taking a piece of your heart with him as always.

you expected to be able to breathe again the moment yeonjun wasn't sitting beside you anymore, but as the van started driving again and the space beside you was empty, breathing only seemed to get harder. and this made you realize once again that even though you wished it wasn't true, you needed yeonjun more than anything.

it had been a weak since you had last seen yeonjun. you thought that during this week off work, you could start getting over him. but unfortunately for you not seeing him during the day, didn't mean you wouldn’t still see him in your dreams. it was really only to be expected you would see him even when you were unconscious as he was on your mind every second you were conscious.

tonight you decided you needed to have some distraction and that was why you went out with your best friend. you danced, drank and overall had a good time. but as you sat in the cab on your way back to your apartment, things went downhill.

"i didn't know yeonjun was dating anyone," your friend murmured as she nudged you while still looking at her phone.

you felt your heart drop and her sudden words almost sobered you up. "what?"

she turned the phone screen to you and as your eyes scanned the news article, you felt your heart start beating in your throat. it wasn't until you scrolled down and saw the blurry and dark pictures of yeonjun with a girl, that you felt your insides sink.

you blinked a few times as you sat back in your seat. you didn't deserve to be shocked, you didn't deserve to be sad: yeonjun wasn't yours and he never was. and still, it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your body and crumbled right in front of you.

your best friend frowned as she noticed the way your face got drained of its color. "are you okay? what's wrong?"

you quickly shook your head. "nothing is wrong, i'm fine." looking out of the window you noticed the cab arrived at your apartment complex. "i'll see you later alright? text me when you're home.” you gave her a forced smile before paying the cab driver for both yourself and your best friend who would be getting of five minutes later as she lived a little further away.

when you got out of the vehicle and started walking to your apartment, the smile on your face slowly started fading as tears started clouding your vision.

this was exactly what you deserved for falling in love with yeonjun, for having allowed him to hold and kiss you, for making him fall in love for you as well.

you sat onto your sofa and scrolled through the article again, now on your own phone and more tears started staining your cheeks. was he really dating someone now? was everything he once felt for you, now officially gone? you needed to know. you needed to hear him say it. maybe hearing him say he found someone else, could be the first step for you to get over him.

you looked at yeonjun's name in your contacts. you knew you shouldn't do it. even in your current state you knew how wrong this was and how bad it could end. but still you couldn't stop your finger from pressing the call button, dialing his number.

the phone rang a few times, and when it rang a third time you realized it was best to hang up, before more damage could be done.

but just as you were about to remove the phone from your ear, the ringing stopped, making your heart do the same.

"y/n?"

his voice was hoarse and a little confused. you couldn't blame him, you were calling him at two in the morning.

"hey," your voice cracked, making you shut your eyes immediately as you pressed your palm against them.

"y/n, is everything okay?"

you shook your head. nothing was okay.

"yeah." your voice was barely above a whisper and by the muffled sounds on the other side you could tell yeonjun sat up straight.

"y/n, what's wrong? are you okay?"

of course he would be able to tell by your voice that something was up. you let out a small laugh, "yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

you looked at yourself in the mirror and you felt more laughter bubble up in your chest at your pathetic state. "because you're probably dating someone now and i finally lost you completely?" you laughed again, tears now starting to spill from your eyes.

"because i'm calling you at two in the morning and i feel like i'm literally dying without you?" the laughing turned into full on sobbing now as you couldn't stop yourself from breaking down anymore.

"i'm completely fine," you cried as you put your phone down on the table in front of you and you placed your elbows on your knees, burying your face in your hands. your phone automatically went on speaker.

"y/n, calm down, please, take deep breaths."

his voice only made you cry more bitter tears. you wanted to listen to him and try steadying your breath, but it was impossible. you couldn't calm down anymore. your heart was being crushed to the point it felt like your lungs were starting to get affected too.

"please, come over," you managed to let out in between your sobs.

"i'm already in my car," yeonjun replied, his voice stern but thick, filled with worry and pain.

you closed your eyes, feeling a light spark flash in your broken heart.

"i'm on my way, baby," yeonjun murmured.

getting from txt's dorms to your apartment would normally take about ten minutes by car. but it had only been five minutes when you heard a knock on your door, indicating that yeonjun had been speeding through the city to get to you.

you had called yeonjun in an impulse, but now as you walked to the door, you were slowly starting to realize that you really asked him to come to you, after everything you'd done to him. nerves rushed through you and your hand was shaking as you reached for the door handle.

but all your nerves disappeared the moment you opened the door because only a second later yeonjun's arms were wrapped around you in a tight embrace. you started crying again, but this time it wasn't completely out of despair. this time, a part of it was out of relief you were finally in yeonjun's arms again, your safest place. his familiar scent entered your nose and it made your anxious heart slowly start beating at a normal pace again. yeonjun's fingers tangled in your hair as he held your head against his chest, softly whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "i'm here, baby, don't cry anymore."

your arms tightened around his torso, your fingers gripping at the soft material of his gray hoodie. the same hoodie you wore when the two of you had been at the beach at one in the morning and it had started getting chilly. you remembered the way he had put his hoodie over your head before pulling you closer to him on the soft blanket in the sand. you had laid on his chest and talked with him about everything and anything until the sun had started rising.

the memories and the way yeonjun was stroking your hair right now made your tears slowly stop pouring and your breathing start getting steady again. you pulled back from his embrace and immediately missed the warmth of it as you looked up at yeonjun.

"you drank," yeonjun noticed as he looked in your exhausted eyes, "and you look exhausted.. you haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?"

you looked at him with a saddened expression, your eyes almost closing out of exhaustion. "i'm sorry for calli-"

he quickly shook his head. "don't say that."

he slowly raised his hand to wipe your tears away, but just before it could touch your cheek he hesitated. you closed your eyes, indicating that you were waiting for his touch, and you softly smiled when you finally felt it. his fingers stroked your cheek and pushed the fallen strands of hair behind your ear. "you need to sleep, y/n."

you nodded, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his warm hand against your cheek for a little longer. "i don't want this moment to end," you whispered making yeonjun feel heavy with emotions.

"you're drunk, y/n. i don't know how much of this you will still dare to say when you're sober. i'm scared to hold onto the things you're saying now," yeonjun admitted quietly.

you slowly nodded as you stepped away, a small stumble in your steps. "that's fair."

yeonjun was quiet for a second as he let his eyes glide over you. "come on," he whispered as he took your hand. without thinking twice you grabbed his hand.

yeonjun closed the door behind him as he entered your familiar apartment. as his eyes fell on the sofa, he couldn't help but immediately remember the night he had kissed you there. the rest of his members had gone home to their families that day, but yeonjun's family were overseas during that time. so after a long day of practice, he didn't want to go to the dorms. he didn't want to be alone. so you invited him to eat dinner at your place. it was supposed to be completely friendly, but the two of you should have known that such a thing as "friendly" did not exist for two people in love. maybe the two of you did know, but just decided to play dumb. and that worked, until it didn't.

yeonjun quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he led you to your bedroom. you sat down on your bed, your eyes barely open as exhaustion was getting the best of you. yeonjun opened your closet and went to grab an oversized shirt for you but froze when he realized the white shirt laying on the shelf was his. the familiar ache he had felt the past days whenever he thought about you returned and he bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears pressing against his eyes before taking the shirt out and grabbing some shorts. he gave you the clothes and told you to change as he went to get make up wipes from your bathroom.

when yeonjun came back, you were dressed in the shorts but only had a top on, the shirt still in your hands.

"this is yours," you mumbled, your voice small. you held the shirt out to yeonjun. "i'm sorry for not giving it back sooner. it just smelled like you and i needed to have it with me for a little longer."

yeonjun felt something in his heart crack when he heard your words. "y/n, please stop. don't say these things when you're drunk," yeonjun whispered, hurt lacing his voice.

you didn't reply to this, but you deep down knew you weren't drunk enough to not realize what you were saying.

he grabbed the shirt from you before kneeling in front of you and putting the material over your head.

the sweet scent of the shirt engulfed you and you couldn't help but weakly smile. the smile stayed on your lips when yeonjun held your face as he gently cleaned the make up off your face with the wipes.

after he was done, you got under the covers and yeonjun got up from the floor. he walked to the door and his hand was hovering over the light switch as he looked at you.

"sleep well, y/n." the smile on his face was soft but it didn't reach his eyes as he looked at you.

because tomorrow he wouldn't be allowed to hold you close anymore. tomorrow he wouldn’t be allowed to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and wipe your tears anymore. he wouldn't be allowed to stroke your hair and hold your face as he cleans your make up anymore. tomorrow everything would be different again. and that was why tonight was a blessing and a curse for him.

yeonjun turned off the lights and just as he was about to leave your room, he heard your small voice coming from your bed.

"please don't leave, jun."

he stood still for a second. he should be leaving. he shouldn't be making things harder for the both of you. but you were asking him to stay. and he could never say no to you. so after a while, he nodded and gave you a weak smile. "okay."

rays of sunlight peeked through the small openings of your curtains and made you slowly open your eyes as a yawn left your lips. you rubbed your eyes and sat up straight before your eyes fell on the medication and the glass of water on your nightstand. you frowned, you didn’t put that there.

suddenly realization hit you as you remembered everything that happened yesterday night. you looked down at the familiar shirt you were wearing and you got your confirmation that yesterday night was in fact not a dream.

your eyes widened when you remembered you asked yeonjun not to leave. you jumped out of bed, almost tripping over your own feet as you made your way out of your bedroom and to the living room.

your heart slowly sank when silence and emptiness greeted you there. so he didn’t stay. you blinked a few times and you felt stupid for the way your eyes were starting to water.

all of a sudden you heard a sound coming from your kitchen and you frowned before making your way to the said area of your apartment.

your eyes widened when they fell on the person standing in front of the stove with their back facing you.

"jun," you whispered making the boy almost jump.

"i didn't know you were up already," he breathed when he turned around. you didn't even notice the smile that was growing on your face at the sight of yeonjun making breakfast.

he stayed. he kept his word.

"you stayed," you quietly spoke. "i told you i would, didn't i?" he replied with a small smile. you nodded. "you did."

it was quiet for a few seconds as the two of you just looked each other in the eyes.

"yeonjun, we need to talk." "y/n, we need to talk." the fact that the two of you said the same thing at the same time made you let out a nervous laugh and yeonjun looked down, biting his lower lip to hold back a smile.

after placing the freshly made breakfast on the table, the two of you sat down and quietly ate the food but not without throwing secret glances at each other and getting rosy cheeks.

when you were done, yeonjun decided to be the first one to speak up. "the articles were edited, y/n. they still caused so much heisa but i want to make clear to you that i am not dating anyone. i need you to know that," he spoke sternly while looking you into your eyes.

the moment the words left his mouth, it felt like a weight fell off your shoulders but at the same time another weight got added; he wasn’t dating anyone which meant moving on would be harder again.

“i don’t want to move on from you, y/n. and as selfish as it sounds, i’d rather die than have you move on from me,” yeonjun made known as if he could read your mind. your heart sped up.

standing up from your chair you shook your head as you started walking towards the window while picking at the skin around your nails. it was a habit of yours whenever you were nervous. “but yeonjun, how could we ever work? if someone would find out we’d both be in so much trouble, especially you. i-i can’t let you risk your caree-“

yeonjun also stood up and followed you. “y/n, you are not the one to decide that for me. even if someone were to find out, we would still figure it out. my career wouldn’t get affected, i promise.” you felt his presence behind you.

was he right? could the two of you figure it out and make this work?

warmth spread through your body when you felt his arms slowly sneak around your waist and pull you against his chest. you closed your eyes as you leaned back against him, letting your head rest against his collarbone. “i just want what’s best for you,” you whispered earnestly. he lowered his head before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“you are what’s best for me. you know that,” he replied quietly, making your heart grow a size as goosebumps sprang up over your bare arms.

you turned around in his arms and your eyes locked with his. they were sad but you could also see the hope in them. you raised your arm and softly brushed some strands of hair out of his face, making the boy close his eyes as a safe feeling washed over him.

“please, give us a chance again,” he whispered as he let you stroke his cheek.

your lives and the people in it might not have agreed, but yeonjun and you were meant for each other and you weren’t going to deny that anymore. you weren’t going to lie to yourself and to him anymore. both of you deserved better than that. the love between you two deserved to exist, you were sure of that now.

so after a while you finally nodded, a soft smile growing on your face.

“okay.”

thank you all so much (especially the people tagged below who asked for a part two) for loving and supporting part one! you guys really motivated me to write a part two. i hope you enjoyed reading it <3

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Dear goodness, this Taehyun hurt my heart…love a good friends to lovers story! I also felt for Yeonjun even though he caused so much hurt. Sigh. 🥹😭

seasons (waiting on you).

pairing: yeonjun x reader, (eventual) taehyun x reader

genre: college au, angst, slight fluff at the end

rating: T/13+

word count: 16.5k (i am so sorry)

warnings: explicit language, one (1) mention of alcohol, descriptions of a breakup, depression and anxiety depictions, mentions of harmful behaviors and thoughts, just so many post-breakup emotions being described for way too long BUT angst with a happy ending :)

summary: when your high school sweetheart choi yeonjun is off to grad school, you aren’t too worried about how your relationship will fair—but your favorite coworker, kang taehyun, is.

OR:

a study in the seasons of loving and losing choi yeonjun—and how you put yourself back together afterwards.

playlist: telepath - conan grey, let you break my heart again - laufey, back 2 u (A.M. 01:27) - nct 127, i don’t know you anymore - eric nam, drive - ashton irwin, seasons (waiting on you) - future islands

I. PROLOGUE. 

Loving Yeonjun was like watching a meteor shower cross the sky. It was beautiful, and you considered yourself blessed to have been able to see it with your own eyes—but like everything else in life, it was inevitable that it had to end. 

And it ended too soon.

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