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၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ songs that remind me of enha (hl) ˖ִ ࣪₊ 

lee heeseung, park jongseong, jake sim, park sunghoon <3

warnings ˖ִ ࣪₊ me. I am the warning. I wrote this at 2am and had major brainrot, I got very emotional, (again everything im saying is a joke) not edited.

pls don’t take this seriously, it’s very random:c

(anything I say, is not irl or true at all and is just all jokes!! also ik the cover is different from my usual ones, I got lazy and I couldn’t find anything with the hyung line 😞, enjoy 🫶🫶)

(a/n) here’s something short and stupid until I finish my next heeseung fic🤗🤗 also short little beomgyu fic coming vv soon!!

lee heeseung

sweet night , v

baby come home 2 / valentines , the neighbourhood

hidden love ost ( forever star ) - zhang yihao

^ I strongly recommend watching hidden love and adding this ost to ur playlist!! so cute :c

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- when I think of heeseung, I get major angsty vibes like it’s genuinely a me problem. IDK WHY☹️☹️

- when I think of hee in a trope, I think a miscommunication type-thing, right person nd wrong time.

- I think it’s bc I’ve read sooooo many angsty things abt this man LIKE I LITERALLY REMEMBER A WATTPAD STORY I READ IN 2021. It was like the girl was suicid@l and hee was like “give me a month to make u wanna live” it was CRAZYYY. neways.

- BUT ALSO… *spoiler for my one of my ideas for a heeseung fic>> he gives me older brothers best friend trope vibes, like i recently rewatched the cdrama hidden love and he would be such a perfect duan jiaxu!! the vibes are there‼️

- im so sorry heeseung i luv u so so so much this isn’t personal :c </3

park jongseong

love on the brain , rihanna

my kind of woman , mac demarco

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- AAAAAAA JAYYYYYYY

- jay gives me like home vibes. Idk if that makes sense. pls bare with me.

- I feel like he would be like rich ceo kdrama man who falls in love with his secretary type trope☠️ the ceo vibes go HARD

- like when I see him, I genuinely feel comfort.

- he reminds me of like- anything romantic in the world, it’s giving husband material, gentleman (all of them r gentlemen but jay is oozing gentleman)

- it’s like when I see jay, I just feel warm😞

- (example; holding a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy winter day) yes I gave in example. this is jay.

jake sim (be prepared)

style , ts

labyrinth , ts

call it what you want , ts

little freak , harry styles

nobody gets me , sza

i.f.l.y , bazzi

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- lolz guess who my bias is🥲⁉️

- I warned u guys!!!

- I could genuinely talk abt this man for hours.

- my man my man my man my man my man my man my man. HE IS SOOO LOVER BOY MATERIAL LIKE I CANNOT FORM WORDS. like cmon guys yk i had to put ts on here. HE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL, BF MATERIAL, EVERYTHING MATERIAL.

- literally jake fits any trope, this man is so perfect.

- childhood best friends to lovers with jake is absolutely amazing and magical and it hits EVERY SINGLE TIME.

- he gives me childhood best friends 2 luvrs vibes bc he’s just so like… idk the word but this man is my everything.

- he is literally the lyrics, labyrinth is so him, call it what you want IS HIM, style is literally made about him⁉️little freak is what i feel about him (like the song is so good it gives u a rlly emotional feeling where u wanna sob) and nobody gets me….. yes that was personal.

(i sincerely apologize for this mess, I couldn’t hold myself back☹️)

park sunghoon

ocean eyes , billie eilish

cars outside , james arthur

line without a hook , ricky montgomery

consume , chase atlantic

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- sunghoon…😞

- he reminds me of a first love.

- he just gives me such sentimental bittersweet vibes when it comes to this stuff.

- im struggling to find words rn bc suddenly im emotional thinking about sunghoon. he’s giving me I want u but I can’t have u vibes (help me)

- he ALSO gives me very rich ceo vibes, and the amount of rich ceo fics about sunghoon i see tells me ppl agree🔥🔥

- I also added consume bc he also gives like supernatural fic vibes (he’d be a rlly hot vampire or demon someone pls make one and send it to me🤗) and that song just fits the trope SO WELL.

- he’s so quiet and shy and looks like a sad man, and trust me I do not mean this in a way where im saying he’s depressed (yk the sexy sad men in movies?)

-sunghoon deserves sm and more, he’s such a gentle soul he reminds me of a bubble bath (idk what im saying anymore it’s 2am)

- he’s so cute. he’s my everything. he’s mine.

(sorry this is actual brain rot atp🤗)

- ok im done this made me sad i luv them all sm

MAKNAE LINE NEXT ORRR???

@won4kiss

⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— FOREVER AND ALWAYS

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. bf! choi beomgyu x fem! reader synopsis. arguments with your boyfriend are never easy, but this one- this one may just be the breaking point. genre. angst ,, fluff ,, wc. 1800. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ beomgyu the man u are🤭.. 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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Beomgyu had always been known for his charm and wit, his playful demeanor endearing him to everyone around him. But in private, he could be cold and distant, his mood shifting like the unpredictable weather.

Last night had been no exception. The argument had started over something trivial—his lateness, his unexplained absences—but it had escalated into a shouting match that left both of them wounded deeply by each-other’s harsh words thrown.

Beomgyu had stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts and regrets. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and glanced at the clock. It was past midnight, and Beomgyu still hadn't returned. The silence of the apartment was deafening, and Y/N felt a pang of loneliness that she couldn't shake, which had been residing within her for a while now.

“I should head to bed” she mumbled, but as she felt the tiredness of the nights events crawl up into her, she also felt the doom of her relationship with Beomgyu, falling asleep with tears running down her cheeks.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Y/N had barely slept, her mind racing with worry and anger. She couldn't understand why Beomgyu had become so distant, why he seemed to push her away every time they got close. She loved him deeply, but his coldness was breaking her heart.

She heard the front door creak open and sat up, her heart pounding. Beomgyu walked in, his hair damp from the rain, his eyes tired and hollow. He didn't look at her as he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes.

"Where have you been?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and concern.

"Out," Beomgyu replied curtly, avoiding her gaze.

"All night? Do you have any idea how worried I was Gyu?”

Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "I needed some space Y/N."

"Space?" Y/N's voice rose, her frustration boiling over. "You needed space? Beomgyu, you can't just disappear whenever things get tough!"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you didn't suffocate me all the time! I come home and here you are just bitching at me all the time!” Beomgyu snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.

Y/N recoiled as if she'd been slapped, her heart aching at his harsh words. "Suffocate you? Is that really how you feel? Bitching at you? I was worried for you, did you know how scared I was?”

Beomgyu's expression softened slightly, regret flickering in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with indifference. "I don't want to fight right now, Y/N."

"Well, that's too bad, because we need to talk about this. You can't keep shutting me out, Gyu. We need to talk about this.”

"There's nothing to talk about," Beomgyu said coldly. "I just needed some time to think."

"Think about what?" Y/N pressed, her voice cracking. "About us? About whether you still want to be with me? Wasn’t leaving me alone last night for the hundredth time enough?”

Beomgyu remained silent, his jaw clenched. The silence filled the atmosphere between them, heavy and oppressive.

"Fine," Y/N whispered, tears streaming down her face. "If you won't talk to me, then maybe you should leave."

Beomgyu stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, he let out a quiet scoff before turning on his heel and walking out the door again. This time, the sound of the door closing behind him felt like the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

Days turned into weeks, and the apartment felt emptier than ever. Y/N went through the motions of her daily life, but the weight of Beomgyu's absence was a constant. She missed him terribly, missed the way he used to make her laugh, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, and missed what it felt like being loved by Beomgyu.

She couldn't understand what had gone wrong, why Beomgyu had become so distant and cold. She replayed their last conversation over and over in her mind, trying to find some clue, some hint of what had driven him away.

One evening, as Y/N sat alone on the couch, her phone buzzed with a message. Her heart leaped as she saw Beomgyu's name on the screen.

"Can we talk?" the message read.

Y/N's hands trembled as she typed her response. "Okay."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Y/N took a deep breath before opening it to find Beomgyu standing there, looking tired and worn. He didn't say anything as he walked inside, and Y/N closed the door behind him, her heart pounding in her chest.

They stood in silence for a moment, neither of them knowing where to begin.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything Y/N”

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Why, Beomgyu? Why did you push me away?"

Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I guess... I was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Of losing you. Of letting you get too close and then losing you."

Y/N's heart ached at his words. "Beomgyu, you don't have to push me away to protect yourself. I love you. I want to be with you, no matter what. I won’t lie, you hurt me so bad Gyu, but I love you. Forever and always.”

Beomgyu's eyes softened at her words, Forever and Always, the same words he said to her the day he confessed his love to her, which seems forever ago now and he took a step closer to her.

“I’m so sorry baby, I love you too, Y/N. More than anything. I'm just... not good at showing it.” He says with his voice cracking at his land words as tears filled Beomgyu’s waterline.

Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "Then show me. Let me in. We can face whatever comes together."

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I promise. No more running away."

Y/N smiled through her tears and pulled Beomgyu into a tight embrace. As he held her close, she felt a sense of hope and relief wash over her. They still had a long way to go, but for the first time in weeks, she felt like they were on the right path.

Over the next few weeks, Beomgyu and Y/N worked on rebuilding their relationship. They talked openly and honestly about their fears and insecurities, building up the trust and slowly, the walls between them began to crumble.

Beomgyu made a conscious effort to be more present and attentive, showing Y/N just how much he cared. He would surprise her with little gestures of affection—bringing her favorite flowers, cooking her breakfast in bed, or simply holding her hand as they walked through the park and giving her soft kisses.

Y/N, in turn, was patient and understanding, giving Beomgyu the space he needed while also being there for him whenever he needed support. She could see the effort he was putting in, and it made her love him even more.

One evening, as they sat on the couch together, Beomgyu turned to Y/N with a serious expression. "I want to apologize again for how I treated you. You didn't deserve any of it, I was such an asshole, I don’t deserve you.” He says with a small smile.

Y/N smiled softly and placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you, Beomgyu. But what's important is that we're working through it together. I believe in us, and you deserve me just as much as I deserve you, we deserve each other.”

Beomgyu leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips soft and warm against hers. It was a kiss filled with love and promise, a symbol of their renewed commitment to each other.

Beomgyu sighs into the kiss as they pulled away, Beomgyu rested his forehead against hers. "I don't ever want to lose you, Y/N."

"You won't," Y/N whispered. "We're in this together, no matter what."

Just when it seemed like things were finally falling into place, a new challenge arose. Beomgyu received an offer to go on a world tour with his band, TXT. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, but it also meant months of separation and uncertainty.

Beomgyu was torn. He didn't want to leave Y/N, especially not after everything they had been through. But he also didn't want to miss out on such a significant opportunity for his career.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Beomgyu broached the subject. "Y/N, I got an offer to go on tour with the band."

Y/N's heart sank, of course she knew what that meant, but she forced herself to stay calm. "That's amazing, Gyu. You should go."

"But what about us?" Beomgyu asked, his voice filled with worry. "I don't want to leave you, not again.” He says whispering pressing his forehead onto hers.

Y/N took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "We'll be okay. We'll find a way to make it work, we always do Gyu. I believe in us.”

Beomgyu looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was love and gentleness. He smiled, adoration for you in his eyes and feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you, love. I promise I'll make it up to you, mmh?” Beomgyu says fluttering his lashes onto your skin making you giggle and fall into his warm embrace even more.

Y/N leaned in and kissed him softly. "Just promise me you'll come back to me, no more running.” You whisper.

"I promise," Beomgyu whispered against her lips.

The day of Beomgyu's departure arrived all too soon. Y/N stood at the airport, holding back tears as she hugged him tightly.

"Be safe," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I will," Beomgyu replied, his own voice thick with emotion. "I'll call you every day, I promise."

Y/N nodded, unable to speak as she watched him walk away. As he disappeared into the crowd, she felt a pang of loneliness and fear, but she knew they would get through this. She knew Beomgyu loves her, and she loves him.

Forever and always.

@luvvsim 2024

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☆ hii everyone!! my names luna and im an 05 liner (december baby im still 18 atm!!) my pronouns are she/her and i was born and raised in canada (im half thai half punjabi) and currently in school:(

☆ i LOVE enha (since predebut hehe) and my biases are jake and jungwon ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

☆ i also write for riize & txt although i mostly write for en-!! my tubatu bias is beomgyu and my riize bias is wonbin!! ‹𝟹

☆ i stan a lot of groups but I’d say my ults are enhypen, txt, riize, aespa, newjeans, ive, lesserafim, kiof, rv & twice!!

☆ this is a sfw blog so pls keep that in mind😽 (i don’t mind having nsfw blog moots!!)

☆ always down tb moots!! just send an ask or comment:)!!

☆ outside of kpop, i really like to play video games (minecraft and roblox LOL..) anime && kdramas+cdramas+jdramas!!

☆ beware im a certified yapper!! once u start talking abt enhas music with me i will not stop.. be careful !!🤗

☆ im rlly introverted and awkward so if im being rlly shy or i don’t interact as much that’s probably why but i try my best!! </3

☆ used to be known as luv-sims to luvvsim to now won4kiss!!

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THE AFTERNOON SUN GLEAMED BRIGHTLY AS YOU WALKED ACROSS CAMPUS, your thoughts drifting as you contemplated your upcoming assignments.

the last few weeks have been a quite a whirlwind, contrasting to your usually quiet days, largely thanks to choi yeonjun, the school’s heartbreaker and playboy.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he hasn’t missed an opportunity to ask you out, his relentless commitment both flattering and irritating.

“hey cutie, you free tonight?” yeonjun’s voice had become a constant in your daily routine, his smooth, confident tone impossible to ignore.

“no, yeonjun,” you’d reply, every time, trying to hide the mix of frustration and amusement in your voice. “i have plans.”

his persistence never wavered.

“how about tomorrow? or the day after? i’m not picky, babe” he’d say with a wink, leaning against your locker with that trademark smirk you oh-so wanted to wipe away. — more under cut !

despite his reputation and the undeniable charm he had within him, you couldn’t help but feel wary.

of course you have heard the stories, seen the trail of broken hearts he left behind.

the last thing you wanted was to become another name on the listen of choi yeonjun’s victims.

today, as you make your way across campus, you notice the locker rooms up ahead.

memories flood your mind, and you quicken your pace, eager to avoid the place where your ex-boyfriend jaehyun and his friends usually hang out.

as you passed by, muffled voices and laughter spill out through the slightly open door.

“did you see y/n? she’s such a slut, wearing that skirt like some kind of hooker!”

jaehyun’s unmistakable voice sneers, his words dripping with malice and hatred.

your heart clenches, and you freeze, unable to move, the cruel label hitting you like a punch to the gut.

before you can react, another voice breaks through, louder and filled with anger.

“what the fuck did you just say?” it’s yeonjun, his voice simmering with rage.

“take that back, you fuckface.”

you hear the movement before you see it. rushing to the doorway, you peek inside and see yeonjun grabbing jaehyun by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury.

“you heard me, why the fuck do you care anyways, man?” jaehyun snarls, trying to shove yeonjun away.

“she’s a dumb slu—”

jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

yeonjun’s fist connects with his jaw, sending him staggering back. the room erupted into chaos as the other players jump to their feet, but yeonjun doesn’t let up.

he punches jaehyun again, the force of his anger evident in every swing.

“stop it! yeonjun, stop!” soobin’s voice cuts through the commotion as he rushes to pull yeonjun back.

“this isn’t helping, man!”

you step into the room, ignoring all the eyes on you as your heart pounded in your chest.

“yeonjun, please,” you say, your voice trembling.

“stop it!”

yeonjun’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the rage in them softens.

but only for a moment. he turns back to jaehyun, his knuckles bloodied from the blows.

“you don’t get to talk about her like that,” he growls, lifting his fist again.

you act on instinct, rushing forward and wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s waist from behind.

“yeonjun, it’s okay,” you whisper, your voice soothing.

“please, calm down. he’s not worth it.”

he tenses at your touch, his breath heavy, but slowly, you feel the fight drain out of him.

his arms drop to his sides, and he turns to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“let’s get out of here,” you say gently, guiding him out of the locker room.

the other players watched the two of you in stunned silence, including jaehyun, who cupped his bruised jaw with a glare.

you lead yeonjun to the medical room, your heart still racing.

as you held his hand, cleaning the cuts on his knuckles, you can’t help but notice the way he watches you, his usual aura replaced by a quiet intensity.

“why did you do that?” you ask softly, dabbing antiseptic on his wounds.

“because i care about you,” he replies without hesitation.

“i know i’ve been a pain, always asking you out, but it’s because i really like you. i’m not playing around this time.”

your hands freeze, and you look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity.

but all you see is honesty and a raw, unguarded emotion that takes you by surprise.

“you’re serious?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, his gaze unwavering.

“i’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. i want to be with you. i want to protect you, i just wanna be yours.. if you’ll let me.”

a smile tugs at your lips, and shockingly— you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

you both melted into the kiss, feeling yeonjun grin against your lips.

it’s gentle and sweet, a promise of something more.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips.

“let’s give this a try, choi yeonjun.”

yeonjun’s smile is brighter than you’ve ever seen it, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close.

in that moment, all the doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace.

and as you bask in each others embrace, something tells you that you’d be grateful for making this decision for the rest of your life.

© won4kiss 2024

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑂𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆’ 𝒜𝑇𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 최범규 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ emo gyu ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and your boyfriend are complete opposites, and you start feeling insecure about your differences .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1484 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ mean girls ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —play pierce the veil pls!! T-T ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOUR BOYFRIEND BEOMGYU LOOKED EXACTLY HOW YOU WOULD IMAGINE A TYPICAL “EMO” TO LOOK LIKE.

tattoos covering majority of his arms, and some ink peeking out from under his shirt collar.

his piercings gleamed under the mornings sun, and he wore dark clothes that always matched his black hair perfectly.

he was almost always wearing something that showed off his tattoos—a tank top, a loose tee, or even an unbuttoned shirt.

but the most alluring part of him to you were his eyes—they were so warm whenever they landed on you, the intimidating persona fading in a heartbeat as he smiled that soft smile, one that was just for you.

beomgyu was your opposite in almost every way.

he loved rock music, his playlists filled with grunge bands and electrics guitars and drums, the kind of music you wouldn’t normally go near.

you were more of a bright pop kind of person—colourful tops, rhinestoned miniskirts, butterfly clips decorating your hair and gentle smiles. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

where he wore black leather, you wore soft knitted cardigans—but despite all of that, he was yours, and you were his.

and anyone who saw the two of you together could see that somehow, it just worked.

it was clear in the way beomgyu would put his arm around you protectively whenever you walked through crowds, his demeanor always softening as he listened to you talk about your day.

he was endlessly affectionate with you—always giving you his softest glances, his most genuine laughter, and his sweetest words.

one day, beomgyu had asked if you wanted to come to a party his friends were hosting.

you’d met a couple of his friends briefly before, but never the whole group—he reassured you that everyone was nice, and that they’d love you.

you trusted him, so after some hesitation, you had finally agreed.

the party was everything you imagined it would be—a dark, gloomy space filled with music that pounded heavily in your chest.

everyone there seemed to dress like beomgyu—black outfits, chains, piercings, heavy makeup.

you walked in with your pastel yellow miniskirt and bright coloured tank-top, and you instantly felt a little out of place.

but beomgyu didn’t let go of your hand for a second, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin to reassure you as if he heard your thoughts.

“see, it’s not so bad, right?” beomgyu said, his lips brushing against your ear so you could hear him over the music.

you nodded, giving him a small smile. “yeah, it’s not too bad.”

his eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i’m really happy you came,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

you could tell beomgyu was in his element here—he chatted easily with his friends, his demeanor relaxed.

you met some of his friends, and true to his word, they were all welcoming and kind.

they asked you questions, smiled at your answers, and made you feel included despite how different you looked from them.

beomgyu left your side for a moment to grab something from another room, and you decided to make your way over to the drinks table.

as you poured yourself a cup, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your surroundings pressing down on you.

you felt like you stuck out too much, like everyone else belonged and you were just the odd one out.

and then you heard it.

“honestly, i think beomgyu’s just going through a phase. i mean, look at her. it’s so obvious they’re not gonna last,” a girl’s voice said, her words dripping with condescension. “he’ll get tired of her eventually.” the girl’s friend added.

your hand froze mid-pour, your heart dropping into your stomach.

you didn’t turn around, but you could hear them giggling quietly, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.

you bit your lip, trying to ignore it, but it was impossible to shake the feeling that they might be right—maybe beomgyu would realize you weren’t really what he wanted, maybe this was just a phase for him.

you quickly finished pouring your drink and made your way back to beomgyu, painting on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

when he returned, he was excited, chatting happily about some funny thing one of his friends had said.

you nodded along, but you felt distant, the insecurity gnawing at your insides.

the car ride home was quiet, beomgyu occasionally glancing over at you, concern slowly growing in his eyes.

you were usually the one who filled the silence with stories or questions, but tonight, you were just staring out the window, lost in your web of thoughts.

beomgyu finally pulled up in front of your place, putting the car in park and turning to you.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his brows knitting together.

he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. “you’ve been quiet since we left the party.”

you shook your head in denial, giving him a weak smile. “it’s nothing, really.”

but beomgyu wasn’t convinced—he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body toward you, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.

“come on princess, you know you can tell me anything,” he said, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours. “what’s going on?”

you hesitated for a moment before finally letting out a sigh. “it’s just… i overheard someone at the party,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“they said that… that you were probably just going through a phase. that you’d get tired of me eventually.”

beomgyu’s eyes widened in shock, his hand freezing on your cheek.

he blinked at you, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt—hurt that you would even think that.

“you really think that?” he asked, his voice soft, a whisper. “you really think i’d just… get tired of you?”

you looked down, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“i don’t know. i mean… look at me, gyu. i’m nothing like your friends. i don’t fit in with them. i don’t fit in with your world.”

beomgyu let out a small sigh, his other hand reaching out to take yours, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“y/n, look at me,” he said gently, you hesitated before finally lifting your eyes to meet his.

he gave you the softest smile, his eyes filled with so much love that it made your heart ache.

“you’re not just some phase to me,” he said, his voice steady, filled with sincerity.

“you’re it for me. i don’t care that you’re different from my friends. i don’t want you to be like them. i love you because you’re you. you make me happy in a way no one else ever could.”

you felt your eyes welling up with tears, and beomgyu immediately leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

his thumb brushed away a stray tear that escaped down your cheek, and he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“please don’t doubt how much i love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just a little.

“you’re everything to me. i don’t want anyone else. i only want you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i just… i got scared.”

beomgyu shook his head, his eyes softening even more. “you never have to be scared, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

he gave you a small, teasing smile, his nose brushing against yours. “you’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

you let out a small laugh, and beomgyu’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

he leaned in again, kissing you softly, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

when he finally pulled away, he looked at you with so much love that it took your breath away.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours.

you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “i love you too, gyu,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth.

he grinned, his eyes lighting up with that playful glint you loved so much.

“good. now, let’s get you inside, okay? and maybe tomorrow we can have a day just for us. no parties, no friends—just you and me.”

you nodded, your smile widening. “i’d like that.”

beomgyu leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before finally pulling away, his fingers lacing with yours as he helped you out of the car.

and as you walked toward your door, his hand holding yours tightly, you knew that no matter what anyone else said, no matter how different you were, beomgyu was yours—and that was all that mattered.

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《Come touch him please》

[Txt Beomgyu, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Sub!Beomgyu x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Teasing you in the morning backfires.

“Hey, hey, wake up! I'm awake.” Beomgyu kept poking you but to no avail. He had woken up a few minutes ago and being the impatient, needy sub he was, he had to have you awake to keep him company. Your relationship with Beomgyu is largely different from others’ relationships. For example, during the girlfriend’s period, others usually would keep a distance so as not to provoke their s/o. Apparently that doesn’t apply to you and Beomgyu. During your period, Beomgyu would do his best to annoy you since you’re in a more vulnerable, weak mental and physical condition. In this context, he waking you up in the wee hours was a daily routine. Nothing out of the ordinary for both of you.

Seeing your still sleeping figure, Beomgyu felt frustrated and thought deeply, “Hmph, how can she remain asleep while I’m awake!” He felt a challenge to wake the sleeping beauty beside him. Just then, a wonderful very wonderful idea formed in his mind. “Psss babe! There's a fire now, we need to escape quickly!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs only to receive no response. He pouted, “Hmm? Not waking up? Mmm, muaaahh muaahhhh” He proceeded to give you some kisses all over your face. Soon you started to stir in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. 

“Hehe babe! Good morning muaaahh” He planted a featherlight kiss on your lips. You rubbed your eyes and muttered, “What time is it?” 

“It's three o'clock...Why did I wake you up? Cuz...i want to have some kisses...can I kiss you?” He grinned sheepishly, earning a chuckle from you. You shifted closer to his body and held the back of his head. You leaned in and slided your tongue into his mouth. “Mmphh” A small whimper escaped from his mouth at the feeling of goosebumps on his skin. Both of your tongues danced in a circular motion, in sync with each other. You pulled back and saw a trail of saliva connecting his tongue with your bottom lip. “Babe, thank you, I'm fully awake. And so is he.” He gestured downwards where a bulge had formed and tugged your hand forward, “Come touch him please.” Your face started to heat up at his bold confession, almost giving in to him.

Of course, you ain’t going to give him what he wanted right away. (Let me tease him a little bit.) You placed your hands onto his broad shoulders as you leaned over, sliding your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. Your lips curled into a smile as his head tilted back almost instantly, humming lowly in approval at your touches.  "Ooh, someone has been working out. So sexy bebe." You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. His heart melted at your nickname for him. You got into his lap to straddle him. You could feel his leg muscles tighten as you settled yourself in his lap. "Bebe, we’re going to have some fun. Are you ready?" You questioned, licking a stripe up his earlobe. He gave a timid nod in response, unable to even articulate his words to reply, his hands resting limply at his sides. You smiled as if you weren't just licking his ear and watching him almost breaking apart from your touch.

You didn't know how bad he yearned for you to touch him, break him and use him however you want. 

"You enjoying my service?" You whispered in a sultry tone as you ran your hands down his chest and over his stomach, feeling his abs from under his thin shirt. He moaned out softly as your hands moved down his body in an awfully slow pace. It was definitely painful at how bad he wanted you. “Heh, someone’s having a hard time, isn’t he?” You smirked as he looked at you, biting onto his lower lip. He was so glad he was your boyfriend so that he could enjoy this all to himself. However, he was barely staying calm.

You got off his lap and turned around, tilting your head back as you started to grind your butt against him. He licked his lips as he watched your bottom sway. You placed your hands on his shoulders, shaking your butt down on him deeper. It took every ounce of control he had in him to keep his hands to himself. When it comes to you, his self-control was a time-ticking bomb.

HIs mind was cloudy with lust as you shoved your butt against him, making him stare desperately at it. You glanced towards his clear, once innocent eyes being tainted by dirty thoughts and indulged in the idea of those big, strong hands of his on your body. "You can touch me, bebe. Faster touch me." You mumbled softly, turning around in his lap to face him again, looking down at him with hooded eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. That remark of yours was his breaking point. 

His hands that were at his sides previously were now placed over your butt. “Bebe, you can touch me all you want. I know you want it.” You smiled, letting his hands run over your butt slowly. He hummed in approval and groped your butt cheeks tightly. “Aahhh bebe, gentle please.” You giggled softly at his eagerness and moved his hands from your butt to his crotch. “As much as I know you want to touch me, I want to touch you too bebe.” You cooed and placed your hands with his on the bulge forming at his pants.

You ran his hands over his cock and squeezed the precum out of his tip.  You moaned softly under your breath, looking up at him with need. You don't even know what got into you. You just knew that you wanted to make this man feel good right here and right now. “Bebe, you just grabbed me! Oh my god!” His palms covered his face which was a blushing mess.

 “Mmm...I like to tease, dont I?” You chuckled, licking over your lower lip as your breath fanned over his skin, giving him goosebumps. He wanted to feel his lips on your skin so bad. You pulled back and rested your forehead against his, taking a deep breath as he placed his hands onto either side of your hips, gripping them tight to hold you in place. "Bebe, what would it take to make you..." His lips brushed against yours lightly as he spoke, “...let me eat you out right here?”

“Right here sounds good." Your eyelashes fluttered, "..right here sounds so  amazingly good." You breathed out, your legs spreading as his face pressed closer to your core. You gripped the bed duvet, you felt like complete jelly with how turned on you were. Your eyes glanced up at the clock and you whispered softly into his ear, "Sad bebe. But your time's up and I’ve to make breakfast." You smirked, your teeth biting the shell of his ear before pushing him away from you gently, sitting up and fixing your clothes. 

~The end~

《Hot springs are not the only hot thing》

[Txt Beomgyu, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Dom!Beomgyu x Sub!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Beomgyu and you visited the hot springs hoping to rewind and have some time to yourselves. All's good until Beomgyu decided to tease you a bit. P.S. His nickname for you is berry.

The hot springs shined radiantly as Beomgyu sat comfortably in the warm waters of the hot springs. He let himself relax while enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. He could feel the warm water release all the tension from his muscles. "No matter how many times I've been in one, I can never get enough of hot springs." Beomgyu sighed out. "Yeah, this is life." You took a few deep breaths and your chest heaved along with them. With your naked body submerged into the clear, steaming warm water until reaching your shoulders, you laid in the springs with your back resting against the springs' side and your legs spread.

Beomgyu unconsciously stares at you longer than he should. His eyes roaming across your slender figure until they landed on your curvaceous breasts. The water was so limpid that he could see the pink flesh of your nipples clearly. The fact that you had been taking good care of your figure didn’t help to dim the fire of lust inside of him. Seeing the mouthwatering sight of your naked body, he could feel his member fully awakened in his hands. "Hey berry, come a little closer to me." He gestured you towards his front and wrapped you around his arms. Out of nowhere, you felt his lips brush against your neck and he landed a soft kiss there, causing you to squirm in his hold.

"Your neck's a weak spot, right? It tickles? Is that so?" He asked in an alluring voice. "Then, does it tickle here?" His hands moved from your arm to your back, giving it a nice massage by moving his fingers in a circular motion while the other hand moved to your chest, tracing his index up and down across your luscious chest. His featherlight touch made you shudder and a whimper escaped from your mouth which in return made him form a smirk on his face.

"If your voice is too loud, other people will hear, so you have to suppress your voice." His hand quickly moved to cover your mouth. You tilted your head to see some silhouette approaching a nearby spot in the hot springs and shivered at the thought of being caught by others. “You know what? I think that's enough hot bath for me. Perhaps I should take my leave now.” You were about to get up and grab your towel that was placed on top of a nearby rock, when suddenly Beomgyu pulled you back into his broad chest. “What the-?!” You struggled to get out of his grip. (Omg, our bodies are so close now.) You tried your absolute best to steady your pounding heart. You swore you could feel your face burning and your core throbbing against your hands. You held your head high with your face completely turned scarlet to avoid his hungry eyes. You thought of something, anything, to let your mind ignore the soft sensation of your globes with your nipples, now hard as rock, brushing against his skin.

"Hey berry, stop wiggling around. Spread your legs for me. That's right." You felt your legs being prodded open and a finger was inserted inside your pussy. "Oh, it's nice and wet. Also, this place had swelled up and stiffened." He teased. "Mm, I'm the same. Being unable to be loud, the openness of an air-open bath really turns me on. Somehow, it feels very lewd." Satisfied that you've stopped fidgeting, Beomgyu slowly pulled both of his hands away from his crotch. Out of the corner of your eye, you're now able to see his fully erect penis stand out proudly and solid in rigidity. His lips curled into a perverted smile as he wrapped your pussy with his right hand and slowly stroked it while the other returned to your back.

“Damn berry, never thought that you're hiding such a beautiful pussy under your clothing. I like it~” He commented sultrily, his stroke was steady and slow. You held onto the edge of the springs as you tried to hold out a groan and gazed upward with your eyes closed shut. Beomgyu smirked at you and stopped stroking your pussy, much to your disappointment. “Hey berry, you must address me as daddy,” He squeezed your clit to make his point; this time you couldn’t hold out your groan. "WH-WH-WHAT?!? There is NO way I would call you tha-AHHNNN!!” Your protest was cut short when Beomgyu squeezed your clit very hard.

“Hey berry, do you seriously want to be a bad girl?” He snarled and ended his sentence by licking your cheek. You flinched but not from the wet, warm contact of his tongue, rather from what he had just said. Chill runs through your spine because the idea of your punishment if you defied him ran through your mind. “Sorry…gyu-I mean d-daddy, I'm a good girl. Not a bad girl. Can daddy please…please let go of my pussy…” You pleaded through gritted teeth.

Beomgyu had a smug look on his face, pleased that you've finally submitted to his will. His grip on your pussy didn’t loosen though. “Say please, daddy?” Beomgyu breathed as he nibbled on your earlobe.

“Please…daddy?” You whispered the last word and felt your pussy being released. You gasped, feeling relieved and stroked your pussy to soothe the pain. Beomgyu wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “There there. That wasn’t so hard, was it berry?” He cooed while patting your head gently. "Come here, berry. Can you open up your legs and straddle on top of me?" You turned around, placed your hands on his shoulders then climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. You looked down to see that his cock was fully erect and throbbing deliciously.

"Heh, berry, enjoying what you see~" He licked his lips slowly, wittingly making you more aroused, before staring at your lascivious brown eyes, eyes that are full with lust and greed for his large, visible cock. "Lower your hips just like that. You're doing good, berry." He hummed in approval when you sank down on his lusciously hard cock. You started moving up and down as your arousal became unbearable.

"Omg berry. Your insides are so hot that it feels like I'm about to melt. Such a wonderful pussy." He complimented you while embracing you. It was then at that moment, his cock reached your deepest spot, hitting it at great frequency. “Yessss…!” You managed to hiss out through your closed throat. "Shh, be careful. Your voice is loud again, berry." He spanked your butt playfully at his remark.

"I like this position. I can see everything from here...your expression...your milky tits, your hardened nipples," Beomgyu slid his hands upward, over your hips and ribs until he was drawing lazy circles with his thumbs on the sensitive skin of the sides of your breasts. You shivered at the contact and his hands slid forward to cup the full weight of your breasts. His thumbs continued their lazy circular motions, skimming the edges of your nipples, taunting you despite the heat of the springs.

He leaned in to place gentle kisses down the side of your jaw, railing down your neck even as he lightly, playfully, pinched the engorged tips. You gasped, fingers clenching in his hair, and he did it a second time, finally earning another moan from you. "Hey, is there not somewhere you want me to touch more or something you wish for me to do?" Grinning against your neck at his accomplishment, he continued to explore the various erogenous areas of your breasts while discovering others along your neck and ear. You ran one hand down the back of Beomgyu’s neck, nails trailing against his skin, earning you a shiver and a nip to your lip; you tugged his brown locks in playful reprimand for the action and moaned loudly when he bit down on your nipples.

Something clicked inside Beomgyu at the sound of your moan; he loved the sound that you'd made and he’s very ecstatic being the reason for eliciting such a response. "Your voice is leaking out, berry. Your insides are also twitching so much." He chuckled at the sight of you being such a slave for his cock.

"Could it be that you're about to come? Then let's come together." He grinded against your pussy and groped your chest. "COME ON, BERRY!! MOVE FASTER!! COME FOR ME, COME!!!" Faint moaning could be heard as he kissed you passionately so as to keep quiet. Soon, the climax die down.

"Today, we came together, didn't we? Even though we just bathed earlier, we're covered in sweat." Both of your faces were flushed red and streaks of drool were escaping from the corner of your mouth. You could feel your consciousness slipping away after such a heavy and intense lovemaking. Beomgyu sensing that you've exhausted yourself, lifted you out of the waters and mumbled, "Come here, I'll wash you clean before you catch a cold."

~The end~

《Lovemaking in the park° ͜ʖ ͡°》

[Txt Yeonjun, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Dom!Yeonjun x Sub!femreader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Your boyfriend brought a present for you while y'all were outside in the park. Thus began a game of pleasure. Let's see who will lose control first.

"Y/n, I brought a present for you. Can you guess what it is?" Yeonjun fidgeted in his seat, seeming to be overexcited about something. "Don't tell me it's one of your weird hobbies again, babe..." You cringed when a particular memory of cleaning up the 'crime scene' of Yeonjun's eccentric slime bombs resurfaced in your mind.

Apparently, Taehyun had mistaken his slime bombs for bath bomb and planned to use them in the bathtub. A few seconds after he entered the bathtub, a shrill scream was heard. The bathtub was filled with multi-coloured slime and Taehyun was sitting in the midst of it, looking like a deer in the headlights. After the incident, let's just say Yeonjun got a earful from you and his housemates had to ban him from indulging in his peculiar hobbies.

"Y/n, no! What I have is a fun toy. It's in the shape of a squirrel, cute right?" Yeonjun giggled softly and you slumped back onto the bench. "Let's play with this, shall we? But you can't make loud noises here." He placed a finger on your lips to prove his point. "Let's play a game. Of whether you can hold in your voice or not. If you win, I'll get you something better."

"Babe, I don't think that's a good id-" You were about to finish your sentence when the buzzing started and you almost stumbled on your words.

"How is it? Do you like this toy?" Yeonjun grinned at me while placing the vibrating toy near your chest.

“It's good. I like it!” You replied sweetly, trying to ignore the vibration between your breasts.

"Awh, your expression has changed. Do you want me to turn it higher? You're such a pervert." He asked.

"Feels good..." You replied, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Your breathing has become laboured. What about here? This cute clit of yours." You panted, looking down at the ground as the intensity of the vibrations increased.

"Looks like it's the best right here." You tried your best to keep moans in as the pleasure increased every second.

"Why are you doing this?” You whimpered softly to Yeonjun while covering your face.

"Don't hide your face." He smirked smugly.

"Why?"

"I wanna see your pleasurable expression." He replied, soft enough so no one but you heard it.

"Ahhnnn, Yeonjun. I’m sorry." You whined, letting your head fall to his shoulder then lifting it up again, “Please, turn it off."

"You're a good girl. But you should not let out your voice." He turned the intensity up one setting. "If you do that then you lose. Then I won't give you the gift later."

You groaned under your breath. You gave up persuading Yeonjun to switch off the vibrator. You knew if you opened your mouth to speak, moans would escape. Your high was close and you gulped, squeezing your legs together. Your orgasm was just around the corner and just before you released, the buzzing stopped. You sighed a sigh of relief under my breath, feeling my body begin to calm down. "Your panties have gotten wet. It can't be helped I guess." He chuckled at you.

Part of you was glad he turned it off but the other part of you was throbbing and desperate for another release. You felt your clit pulsing but you were relieved that you didn’t have to go through holding in your moans.

"You did a great job. So you won this game. Now let me give you the gift." He pat your head while complimenting you.

He reached into his pocket and turned the intensity onto the highest level straight away. You moaned, the sudden pleasure taking over your body making you flinch a little bit. You breathed out, closing your eyes and opened your legs the best you could.

"That's right, y/n. Give in to the pleasure."

The pleasure increased and soon enough moans were slipping from your lips. The only noise you heard was the vibrating of the toy and your heavenly moans. You let your hand slid down, pulling your skirt up, letting it bunch around your waist before cupping your heat with your hand. You pressed your fingers against the vibrator, pressing it against your clit, adding pressure. You bucked your hips into your hand, the pleasure increasing immensely. You moved the little vibrator back and forth against your sensitive spot; a whine left your lips.

Moans spilled from your lips and you knew it would be seconds before you released. Just as your orgasm rounded the corner, the vibrations stopped and you let out a loud whine, looking over at Yeonjun. "Chill, y/n. You think you're the only one having a hard time?" You looked over and saw the huge bulge in his tight pants, probably suffocating him right now.

He situated himself comfortably between your smooth legs. He slipped your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy.

“Ooh, someone's very wet~” He groaned, running his fingers across your wetness.

He slipped his two longest fingers into my entrance, feeling around. The coldness of his fingers against your skin sent shivers up your spine. He hummed softly to himself before pulling his fingers out of you and slipping them into his mouth. He sucked your juices off of his fingers. Then, he turned the vibrator on to the lowest intensity. You let out a soft whimper, bucking your hips up a little.

You let out another whimper and relaxed your body, preparing yourself for intense pleasure. You let out a shaky breath, feeling your need to moan and he turned up the intensity. He pressed his fingers down against the vibrator, adding pressure to your clit. He moved the vibrator in circles on your clit and you swallowed down a moan. He tilted his head to the side and began to press sweet kisses up and down the insides your thighs. Your thighs clenched and you bucked your hips up.

"Hmm, let's make it more fun." Yeonjun mumbled, turning off the vibrator before setting the remote down on the bench next to your hips and slipping his fingertips past the band of your panties. You lifted your hips and he pulled it down your legs, exposing yourself completely to him. He sat up real quick and took the vibrator out of the panties before dropping it on the floor. He positioned himself comfortably between your two legs, smirking, pressing the vibrator against your clit again, turning it back on to the highest speed.

He circled your dripping entrance with the tip of his finger before wasting no time and pushing in his two longest fingers. Curling them upwards he felt around the inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and pursed your lips when he found your spot, running his fingers across it. All of your muscles clenched as you tried you hardest not to move or moan. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, all while the vibrator massaged your sensitive bud. You accidentally let a tiny moan escape from your lips.

“Hey, are you trying to let the whole neighbourkhood know that you're having fun?" He reprimanded.

He took the vibrator off of your clit and replaced it with his lips. He wrapped them around your swollen clit, sucking and licking it how you like it. You were close. So close. Moans spilled from your lips as you squirmed around under him. His fingers hitting your spot with every thrust and his talented mouth on your clit was enough to make you go crazy. Yeonjun hummed and shook his head back and forth. That’s all you needed. Your orgasm took over your entire body, sending waves of pleasure through it. You screamed and arched your back, drowning in pleasure.

You chuckled softly and closed your eyes, taking everything in. You felt him hover his lips over yours and you cupped his cheeks, pressing your lips to his. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he kissed you hungrily.

"That was awesome, y/n. So sexy."

~The end~

《M-Mommy...harder...faster》

[Txt Soobin, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Sub!Soobin x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Being a couple is about surpassing our limits in the bedroom.

Soobin had a raging boner, his eyes hitting the back of his head. Of all times, it had to be during dinnertime with his roommates.

"Guys what's that buzzing sound?" Hueningkai addressed the elephant in the room.

"Haha...it's just my mom spamming me." Soobin quickly racked his brain to give a plausible excuse for the fact that there's a buzzing toy in his butt sending pleasure up his spine.

"Are you ok, hyung? You're looking very flushed." Hueningkai, oblivious to the situation, asked with genuine concern for his leader, whereas the others, having a clue to the state of Soobin, were trying to hold in their laughter.

"Uh yeah, I'm done with dinner. I'll head to my room to rest." Soobin rushed to his room, making his groupmates chuckle.

You stood up and said, "I'll check up on him."

Soobin stripped his clothes immediately in the room. He spread his legs out on the bed and sticked his butt up in the air, pushing the toy against his prostrate. He hummed in pleasure and shoved his head in a pillow.

The door opened, then closed, then locked.

"Hah, what do we have here?" Soobin could hear the smirk in your voice.

He sat up right on the toy and looked at you with lust in his eyes. He tugged your arm, not breaking eye contact.

"I-I need mommy to help me...please haah f-fuck m-me."

"When you use the mommy card, how can I resist?" You grinned cheekily. You stripped to show your wet pussy.

You pulled the toy out and it was dripping wet. Soobin whined at the empty feeling. Like a slave to pleasure.

You poured some lubricant onto your strap-on dildo, doing it awfully slow to torture him a bit.

You started painfully slow. Going back and forth purposely, lightly rocking his favourite spots. He groaned in frustration. He decided to take matters into his own hands, slamming his own butt back, hitting his prostrate. He moaned loudly into his pillow, savoring the pleasure.

"Hah looks like soft sex can't satisfy you. Want some rough love huh?"

You grabbed his hips and slammed into them. He shoved his mouth into his pillow to muffle his sounds. You rammed very very hard into him. The slapping sounds were like music, making your ears pregnant. He was moaning like a slut. His tongue was sticking out and drool was flowing from his mouth. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head due to the intense pleasure, addicting like a drug. He would come then keep going.

The sounds of comming with those of skin slapping, echoed in the room. His thighs were covered in streaks of cum, shaking tremendously as he grabbed onto his pillow with the little strength he had left. You grabbed his cock and started jerking him off.

"M-Mommy...harder...faster." He barely got the words out, in between his moans. He was trembling in pleasure and enjoying every part of it. Your slams got impossibly harder. Then you reached further than his prostrate. He was shaking so hard that his moans were barely coming out. Waves of pleasure were sent through his body, one after another.

You finally slowed down after what felt like an eternity. You pulled out and he could feel a load of hot cum dripping out. There was a lot of it. His butthole was burning red, limp body collapsed next to you.

After 5 minutes, you got up again and trailed his body. Looking at the prettiest and hottest man you've ever seen. Knowing he was yours and only yours. Only you would ever make him feel good and moan out like a slut. Your only and only slut.

You easily slipped on your strap-on dildo and slammed into him repeatedly. His low and rough growls bouncing off the walls of the room. You grabbed his hips and slammed them down hard, hitting his overstimulated prostrate. Your grip leaving blue black bruises on his waist area.

"M-M-Mommy...please slow down...I can't anymore-" You pushed his hand off and took complete control. You slammed down and hit the perfect spot until he couldn't breathe. He was groaning every time you did. You pulled his body closer towards you and made him look at you. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head again.

You grabbed his cock that had already came countless times while you pegged him and jerked it at the speed of light. He looked at you with yearning and lust in his eyes. As if he wanted more of you. You slammed again into his the deepest part of his butt.

His muscles tensed up under you, letting another load pump out of his cock. "CUMMING!!!! CUMMING!!!! CUMMING!!!!" You rubbed his cock as fast as you could, making sure his cum filled every corner of his bed. You fell back and shook badly. And so was he.

"Mommy, I love you. Thank you for pleasuring me." He pulled him and you up, then hugged you like a koala. You felt your heart swell with warmness and pride, feeling all fluffy and fuzzy inside.

"I love you too, sugar." You hummed with your chin on top of his head. You rubbed circles on his flat tummy and sooner or later, both of you went to dreamland.

super excited 💗💗

till tomorrow comes. | masterlist

release date: to be determined

“It’s official; the human life expectancy is now lower than it was twenty years ago— and it’s expected to keep lowering drastically in the future. Humans have become weak, feeble beings; with morale low and the human population lower, you find yourself clinging onto the last hope there is: the news of a new ongoing experiment, hoping to find the cause and restore human beings back to their prime— you’ve been told only good news about its progress. 

What you haven’t been told, however, is just how far they are willing to push the limits of humanity and science.”

ot5 x fem!reader. Beomgyu centric.

▹genre: Zombie Apocalypse!AU, interactive au! horror, thriller, slight sci-fi and dystopian elements? dark content, angst, more tags TBA.

▹series wc: undetermined. ~5K+ per chapter.

▹warnings: gore, violence, possibilities of major character death, more TBA. 

notes: while this is not romance-centric, it will have romance elements in it, albeit subtle. This is a series and an interactive au, so if i don’t hear feedback from you guys i WILL deactivate and take everything with me !!!!!! i’ve decided to open a taglist, so leave me an ask or comment to be added; the series is still in planning, so it’ll take a bit for the chapters to get released. 

≪CHAPTERS≫

[0] There's always tomorrow

[1] It's never wise to play God.

≪more chapters tba.≫

▹what do you mean interactive?

With every chapter, there will be a poll posted along with it; through it, you can decide the direction of the story and the fate of the characters. The poll where i let you guys choose the male lead was just the beginning; congratulations, you’ve just made the first of many important choices for this long, grueling journey.

do you have what it takes to survive?

[taglist // bold usernames could not be tagged.]

@0x11s @boba-beom @icouldntcareless22 @fairyofshampgyu @heeharmony @yunho-mp3 @yyeonzi @beomfrost @wolfytae-exe @basicallyanothernotebook @archoive @mapofthemazeinthemirror @kaisplushies @agustdiv1ne @matcha-binz @mwahvvis @marksluvr0

ahh this is so angsty and heartbreaking in the best way possible…go give it a read excited to read future chapters 🥰

to know him is to love him, and i do | chapter two: he can't keep living like this

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, kang taehyun x you

summary: you love beomgyu more than anything. you just wish he loved you, too. or you finally break up with beomgyu and move on, but as for him? maybe he's starting to realize too little too late.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?)

word count: 2.3k

notes: hello again :) here is chapter two! i'm actually really nervous to post this, so i hope you all like it! check the ending for more notes <3 also, shout out to user woncheecks for being my test audience! anyway, enjoy!

the first time beomgyu realizes just how impactful your absence is, nothing in particular happens. it's a regular tuesday night a week or so after your "breakup" and he's bored out of his mind. he showers, listens to music, texts his friends and makes himself dinner, but something is missing.

as he sits on his couch, he realizes what it is: you. right about now, you should be pestering him to hang out and showing up on his doorstep to watch a movie. he'd roll his eyes at first but eventually relent, as long as he got to pick the movie, of course. he wouldn't say it, but he'd actually enjoy glancing over and seeing your reactions. you were comically expressive and every twist and turn of the plot had your eyes bulging and mouth agape, turning to him for confirmation that he was seeing the same things you were. when you watched inception for the first time it absolutely rocked your world.

he's alone, but he puts on a movie, anyway. every so often, his head turns to the side with the corner of his mouth raised, but you're not there to give a reaction. he should be used to your absence by the third twist, but he still finds himself subconsciously turning to you throughout the rest of the movie. when the credits roll, he's half expecting to hear you chatter on about how crazy it was, but it's silent. the only time that would happen would be when you'd accidentally drift off in spite of how engrossed you were. you'd try to fight it off like a stubborn kid, but would succumb by the final act. he smiles at the memory before shaking his head in disbelief. what's wrong with him?

moments like these plague him more and more frequently, but the most notable one is the night before his first day at a new job. he briefly talks to his friends about his excitement, but he's too embarrassed to divulge just how anxious he is. times like this, he'd come over and complain for however long he needed. you'd sit and nod, asking questions during his pauses to encourage him to continue, always adding appropriate and thoughtful commentary.

his thoughts wander to how you're doing alone. you really love him, it seems, so he can only imagine how you're faring without him. he wishes you hadn't blocked his number so he could at least ask how you are. maybe you'd even tell him you miss him. not for the first time, he begins to wonder if he pushed you too far this time around. you've gotten angry and given him the silent treatment before, sure, but you've never blocked him and you've certainly never done it for so long.

he looks you up on instagram for the first time since your breakup. he's not terribly surprised when he sees he's blocked on there too, but all it takes is a switch to his photography account, which you had forgotten to block, to see what you're up to now.

the first thing he notices is a picture of you sitting outside with an ice cream cone in hand, face flushed and sun encircling you like an angel. your smile is beaming and your eyes are crinkled and he can almost hear your giggle through the screen. the caption reads "ice cream date with my best friend! <3"

he scrambles through his memories to try to remember a time in recent history when you two did something similar, but he comes up blank. what he does recall, though, is you mentioning a new frozen yogurt place you wanted to visit with him for your birthday. he nodded in response but he knew he wouldn't go with you, opting instead to get shitfaced with his friends. in retrospect, maybe you knew it too. he had checked his phone the next morning and saw he had at least half a dozen missed calls and well over a dozen texts from you. when he finally texted you back, you took almost a full 5 hours to respond, which was uncommon. usually, you'd text back within minutes. it occurred to him later on that that was your version of the silent treatment and it amused him that you could only hold out for a few hours. he honestly found it kind of cute.

he remembers what you did for his birthday. how you had secretly invited his friends over to his apartment to surprise him after an especially shitty day at work. he came home to an elaborately decorated apartment and all of his favorite people greeting him. he remembers how happy you looked when he opened up your present to him, which was the guitar he had always secretly wanted but could never quite justify buying for himself. you were so excited, any spectator would think he had gotten you the gift of your dreams and not the other way around. you were practically buzzing with excitement when he pulled you in for a kiss. his friends had whooped at the display of affection and you had felt your cheeks heat up. what did he get you for your birthday again? anything?

he spends days pondering over this and similar circumstances, which eventually turn into weeks upon weeks. what starts as a nagging feeling that he may have gone too far in his neglect for you becomes pure, unadulterated guilt and anxiety. he recalls just how torn up you seemed the last time he saw you. to be honest, at the time, he was mostly just irritated. but he never thought you'd actually leave. all he can see is that awful look on your face when you finally ended everything and all he can remember is the fact that he put it there. he knows in his heart that he has no right to feel this way, but he feels it all the same.

-

you would have never imagined you'd actually like somebody other than beomgyu, but taehyun makes it as easy as possible given the sticky circumstances. you met at a club your best friend dragged you to, both you and taehyun had to remain sober (hello designated drivers) and ended up having a surprisingly engaging conversation amidst the smell of beer, sweat, and sex. after that, the rest is history.

he can tell you've been hurt before, but he gently coaxes you into opening up as you spend more and more time with him. you're afraid of being overbearing and coming across as a lovesick puppy again, but taehyun is gentle and seems to enjoy your attention and affection, even if he's a surface level tsundere. more than that, he actually reciprocates it.

do you still think about beomgyu? of course. do you miss him? well, you'd never admit it to a single soul, but the way you see him in everything has to be an indicator that you do. it's getting better, though. more bearable.

a month or so into your relationship, you post about taehyun for the first time. you don't know why you're so nervous about announcing to the world that you have a boyfriend again, but happiness overwhelms your fear when you're met with nothing but positivity.

-

beomgyu is shellshocked, to put it mildly. the picture of you and your so-called boyfriend is sickly sweet. it's not over the top or anything—just a candid of you in a café holding hands with him while looking over the same menu. the caption is nothing other than a heart and squirrel emoji (why?) and both he and your best friend are tagged. his finger jumps to the boy's profile and he sees the same photo. he scoffs at the cheesiness of it all, but his heart aches at the way all of your friends have commented on the post expressing their happiness for you. they had never approved of him for reasons he's only now beginning to understand.

you always defended him in front of your friends no matter what he did or didn't do. you'd "comfort" him after your friends said something snarky and explain that they just didn't understand him. you'd say that if they knew the real him, they'd see him differently. at the time, he'd scoff and say something along the lines of "i don't need for them to see me differently because i couldn't give less of a fuck about what they think." you'd be hurt, of course you would be, but you'd never say so.

more and more, like an outsider looking in, he can see just how awful he was to you. it's to his horror that he realizes this must be the case for you, too. the chances of you getting back together with him seem slimmer and slimmer, especially now that you've got that pretty boy on your arm. your words echo in his mind as if to haunt him: "what can i do to make you give a fuck about me?" leave, apparently, and don't look back.

he can't keep living like this.

-

a knock on your door is all it takes to ruin your night — you had actually had a really good day up until now. you and taehyun had gone on a breakfast date and napped together until he had to leave in the afternoon, so you're humming now in contentment while applying your nightly skincare, thinking relentlessly about the boy you think you might be starting to love. it feels different from the love you felt for beomgyu, but in a good way. you still think about him and wonder how he's doing, but you always derail that train of thought with a god-given force previously unknown to you. he doesn't care about you, you chant to yourself. it's almost like your daily mantra. in the midst of your thoughts, you hear a knock on the door. you smile widely when you surmise that it's probably taehyun again. you don't realize just how big your grin is until it drops.

standing before you is not your lovely boyfriend, but the man who made you question whether or not you were even lovable in the first place. he has a small smile on his face, and if you were to look a little more carefully, you'd notice that he actually seems a little nervous.

"hi," he says, breaking the silence. his heart was racing a mile a minute. potential scenarios battered his mind the entire way here. what would you do when you saw him? smile? he could handle that. cry? he could also handle that, even if he didn't want to see your tears. what he is not prepared for is the blankness of your features when you ask: "what are you doing here?"

his smile falters almost imperceptibly.

"i, uh. i just wanted to see you." you're merciful enough to give him a nod of encouragement to continue. "a-and i wanted to tell you that i haven't stopped thinking about you for the past few months. and that i think i'm finally ready to be with you," he finishes with a shaky breath.

you're quiet for a moment and squint your eyes as if you're deep in thought.

"but i thought you were dating someone now? your ex?"

"i'm not!" he says almost a little too quickly.

"i heard you were," you counter, not quite believing him. you heard he had been seeing his ex from one of your friends who happened to live in her apartment complex. she had seen his car in the parking lot a few times in the last couple of weeks and had no reason to lie to you.

"w-well, i've seen her a few times, but not seriously. i — to be honest, i was just trying to get over you. but i've finally realized that i can't becau—"

"so, just to make sure i understand, you're not over me so you're seeing her?" his eyes widen in shock before his head hangs in shame as he realizes exactly what he's done and how he must look to you right about now, but you're not finished. "isn't that what you were doing with me?" your voice is low and indifferent, but each word feels tailor-made to slash at his heart. "wow, i guess some things really never change, but don't worry, i'm sure once she moves on you'll finally see the good in her instead of me," you spit out.

"can you listen to me? please?" beomgyu is so ashamed he wants to die. he fumbles for the right words, but when he accidentally makes eye contact with you, they die on his lips. he wishes you would give him time to process what you were saying and mull over what to respond with because you always knew he was bad with words, but he supposes he lost the right to your patience a long time ago.

"you want me to listen to you so you can fuck with my head until the next person rolls around?" the latter words are strangled by the tightness in your throat and he can't help but wince. when he thinks it's over, you continue.

"nobody has ever made me feel as small as you have. i hated myself because of you," your lip trembles and before he can say a word, you're raising your hand to shut the door.

"wait, wait, wait! just let me say this," he pleads as he gently grasps the doorframe. "i... i love you." he almost thinks he hears you gasp, but he's too busy looking into your unreadable eyes to know for sure. he had never said anything like this to you before. you're completely silent for a few moments before breaking the tense atmosphere.

"j-jesus, i mean, i guess i just don't know what to say," you sputter and his eyes alight with what looks suspiciously like hope. "except maybe that... i'm sorry you feel that way?" you finish with a sardonic smile and a roll of your eyes. before he can respond, which he actually intends to do this time around, you slam the door in his face.

notes pt. 2: yeah... sorry ;-; i know this was a lot of background, but i felt it was necessary. also, if you didn't get the memo, there will be a part 3. stay tuned <3

Fic Rec of the Week

Hello everyone, and welcome back to the first fic rec of the week in a long time! I hope you enjoy my recommendations today! :)

under the sky in room 553 i discovered you and i by spellfire (Teen and Up Audiences)

Summary (borrowing author’s summary because I can’t put this beautiful masterpiece of angst into words) : “Have you ever heard about the origami hearts tradition in the hospital?” 

Taking the heart, the child excitedly inspected it, nodding in glee. “Yes! My mama told me that when someone leaves the hospital to go to heaven, we all fold a paper heart for them! Like this, like this!” 

“That’s right,” chuckled Soobin. “But do you know how it started? It started here, in this room. From a boy who used to fold a paper heart every day for his lost love, hoping each one he makes will take him closer to the day those eyes would open again.”

"Unfortunately for him, the day never came."

In other words, a hopeless love story of two childhood best friends who didn't realise what it meant to have each other until it was too late; compiled of yearning, loss, forlorn hope, unrequited love, and every tragedy in between.

Additional Tags: Angst(like really angsty), death, friends to lovers, unrequited love, flashbacks, hospitals, car accidents, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts.

Personal Note: First, let’s welcome our very first TXT fic. Second, you might have seen this fic blowing up over tiktok, and let me tell you, it is so worth the hype. This fic almost made me cry, and it takes a lot to even make me almost cry. So yes, it’s very angsty, but I love it.

Rating: 10/10

Blue Neighbourhood by polaris_dreams (Teen and Up Audiences)

Summary: One place can often carry boatloads of memories. For Felix, this blue neighbourhood carries his childhood, best friends, first love, a broken heart, and Lee Minho.

Additional Tags: Angst, Implied/Referenced abuse, Childhood Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Growing Up Together, Lost Love, First Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Pining

Rating: 9/10

Struck by your Electric Love by RosePetalsAndRain (General Audiences)

Summary (borrowing author’s): “Baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle,” the singer smiled into the night air, voice sweet as candy in Jisung’s veins and leaving him breathless, needing to hear more, the more he heard. Addictive.

Goosebumps prickled at Jisung’s entire body; every hair standing on end as he drank in the sound; the sweetest he was sure he’d ever heard… maybe love was possible at first sight.

Tags: Fluff, meet cute, love at first sight

Rating: 8/10

So... what now?

Did Taehyun bias wreck me? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not even a little bit. I love him <3 THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST ONESHOT I'VE FINISHED IN SO LONG OH MY GOD

Paring: Kang Taehyun x Reader

Aus: Bed Sharing, Childhood Friends to Confused, GN! Reader, Reader is shorter than Tyun, its raining, and Taehyun is also still an idol btw :D (it just has no significance)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cuddles with Taehyun, mild and fluffy make-out, mild swearing, it's raining, y/n is a lil spooked by thunder and lightning btw, I'm really not good at this anymore, but I tried my best :D

-

Moving out was always scary. It's a big step into the real world. It's always nice to have a friend by your side.

Especially when that friend is Taehyun...

I look over to see Taehyun smiling at the movie we're watching. I can't help but smile to myself as I watch my best friend. His tapioca pearl eyes glisten with the bright tv, illuminating his face.

"You okay?" I jump at the sudden voice. Taehyun looks at me worriedly. "Yeah, I'm good, just thinking," I say with a closed-mouth smile. He pats my knee and continues to watch the movie. He drapes the blanket that's on him over the both of us, quickly stealing glances.

~

"I'm off to bed, you should probably get some rest as well, Y/n." Taehyun yawns patting my head. "Goodnight," He continues walking towards his bedroom.

"Goodnight!" I yell out so he can hear me. I fold up the blanket and head over to my room as well. 

As I curl up in the warm blankets, the room fills with rain softly hitting my window. Suddenly a loud crash of thunder fills the silence, causing me to jump. "Why.." I groan, seeing a flash of lighting. I quickly climb out of my bed and waddle over to Taehyun's room.

"Tae?" I gently open the door and I see him reading a book. His warm honey skin glowed with the dim tableside lamp. "Can I stay in here until it stops storming?" I softly ask. He slowly looks up at me and smiles, patting the empty side of the bed. I hear another crash of thunder and speed up my pace walking to his bed.

I climb under his soft covers and immediately am greeted with comfort. Crash! Thunder goes off and I hide in Taehyun's arm. I hear him chuckle as he strokes my head a little bit. "It's okay... I got you," He reassures. He puts away his book, getting himself comfortable in his bed. He faces me and strokes my arm. "I got you," He continues to reassure. 

I don't know what came over me but with our sleeping arrangements, his addicting voice, and the comfort of being with him; I had my hand on his face and pressed my lips against his. Tae didn't even wait for a second to kiss me back as if he were waiting for it. His large hands quickly grab my waist and pull me towards him. "Y/n... why are we doing this?" He abruptly stops and rests his forehead on mine. 

"I don't know... but please don't stop." he reconnects his lips to mine. His arm lightly holds my waist. He's my best friend... and I know we should stop... But I don't want to. His lips are so warm and his bed is so comfortable. Everything about this moment is perfect.

Taehyun's soft hands reach behind my back, pulling me close to him. Our chests touch and our kiss stay gentle.

His tongue dances with mine and my eyes open, seeing his beautiful features up close. I smile into the kiss and he does as well. "Y/n, you're so beautiful," He mumbles into my mouth as he continues to kiss me. He grips my waist, desperately trying to keep me closer. I rub his face with my thumb and enjoy the feeling of being so close to Taehyun. Alas, the beautiful moment comes to an end when a loud crash of thunder booms through the room and I immediately hide under the quilt with a yelp.

"It's okay, I got you. You're safe with me." Tyun holds onto me and quietly hums. The warmth from his body and the comfort of the situation slowly lulls me into sleep.

~

The Next Morning

"Mmg," I let out a loud groan as I stretch. I open my eyes and see I'm in my own bedroom. How did I get in here? I stand up and exit my bedroom looking around to find Taehyun. There I see him, standing in the kitchen, cooking something for breakfast. 

He looks up but quickly shifts his eyes away. "Goodmorning," I said while yawning. I open the cabinet to get a cup for some water.  He makes a soft hum sound, finishing up with the food. 

"May you set the table so we can eat?" He quietly asks, avoiding my gaze. What's up with him? I set the table, occasionally watching him. "Okay, breakfast is done," He announces monotonously. We both sit down to eat and he picks at his food. 

"Are you okay?" I finally asked breaking the silence. He nods, still avoiding eye contact. We continue eating. I'm really not enjoying how quiet this all is. He won't look at me or talk to me. "This is really good, Taehyun," nothing but a nod.

"Kang Taehyun look at me goddamnit!" My hands make contact with the table, shocking Taehyun. He gasps and lets his mouth ajar.  "Why are you avoiding me?" I'm worried about him and our relationship. 

"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbles walking towards his room. I stand up and follow him.

"Well too fucking bad, we're talking about i-"

"I'm in love with you! I'm in love with you, y/n!" He suddenly shouts, cutting me off. "Is that what you want?" My gaze softens as tears seem to fill his eyes. 

"I don't know why you kissed me last night, but it was the best night ever. I really felt as if you and I were more than friends. I knew that you didn't feel that way about me, so I carried you back to your bed while you were fast asleep. I love you so much you have no idea." His voice remains shaky but he keeps himself together. I stare directly into his eyes before stepping closer to him. He shuts his eyes and a tear falls down his cheek. I quickly wipe it off but don't remove my hand from his face. His soft lips make contact with mine and I immediately force him to hold my waist. 

His soft lips fit mine perfectly and he gently hums. I move my hands to his hair and he smiles. Taehyun pushes me towards the wall and holds me close. Eventually, he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. "I never told you how I feel," I tease with a smile. Instantly, Taehyun pulls away and stares into my eyes. His big, glossy eyes stare worriedly into mine... I almost feel bad. "God, Taehyun I love you so much you have no idea. Every single day it just pains me that we're nothing but friends," We stand there in silence before he breaks out into a blushy smile.

"So... what now?"

Okay hey y’all I’m currently working on an actual fanfic not a one shot rn but I’m like really sucky at writing for some reason so I’m gonna keep working on it!

Okay so I saw 5sos the other day and so now I’m continuing my 5SOS Songs x TXT one shot series so here is the list:

This is Everything I didn’t say

Soobin x Reader

Angst

She Looks So Perfect

Yeonjun x Reader

Fluff, Romantic Smut

Taking the Long Way Home

Beomgyu x Reader

Fluff

Heartbreak Girl

Huening Kai x Reader

Fluff, Angst(?)

I Wish I was Beside You

Taehyun x Reader

Fluff

Good Girls are Bad Girls that Haven’t Been Caught

Soobin x Reader

Smut

Mrs. All-American

Yeonjun x Reader

Smut

How did we End Up Here?

Beomgyu x Reader

Smut

Don’t Stop

Taehyun x Reader

Fluff

I Wish I Could Wake Up With Amnesia

Huening Kai x Reader

Angst

I Can’t Forget my English Love Affair

Beomgyu x Reader

Smut

「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」

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.

✘ — GENRE. uni!au, childhood frenemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slice of life(?) FEATURING. the rest of txt, a few ocs, en- heeseung, lesserafim yunjin, piwon keeho, and more 01 liners to come. WARNING! irregular updates, mature use of language + jokes, themes of toxic pasts, broken friendships & families, tba further chapter. EST: DEC 08, 2022.

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⁰⁰ . . . OPENING SEQUENCE

⁰¹ . . . YOUR PLACE IS BURNING

⁰² . . . YOUR PLACE IS STUCK

⁰³ . . . THE FOUR PROPELLER KNOTS

⁰⁴ . . . YOUR PLACE IS LOST

⁰⁵ . . . THE ONLY EXCEPTION

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「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」

profiles. good boys gone bad 😈

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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@/ch01 -> choi beomgyu. second year. our other poor main lead. poorly quick-witted. has a youtube channel by the name of cbg203. 1/4 of the band him and y/n kicked off to start in early childhood (formal bassist). of all boys in the world… it’s him. it’s still him.

@/yawnzzn -> choi yeonjun. third year. somehow gets a new job every other week. met beomgyu around 9th grade one day during lunch break. was the one who invited beomgyu to join the group during lunch break. and by invited, he threatened.

@/soobhour -> choi soobin. third year. ran into beomgyu in 7th grade underneath the bleachers while trying to avoid a game of dodgeball. never leaves the dorms. only really cares about anime and his pet hedgehog. oh, and the fact that he still needs physical education credits in order to complete his degree.

@/tynu -> kang taehyun. first year. beomgyu’s co-lyricist (and consultant!) met beomgyu in 7th grade writing club when they were assigned to read each other’s papers- that both happened to be rough drafts of song lyrics. acquainted with y/n as well, working the same hours as her @ HYBE diner. probably the closest to normal here.

@/hyuka -> kai kamal huening. first year. moved to seoul first year of high school, quickly welcomed by the group the minute he stepped foot (quite literally. they ran into him. the minute he stepped foot). never has the right timing. never knows what’s going on either. he doesn’t even know who y/n is.

@/namunamu -> choi beomgyu. but private. both display and user names originate from his favorite childhood nickname (in courtesy of y/n, of course). only there to 1. complain about his “girlfriend”, 2. complain about his best friends, 3. complain about y/n, and 4. tweet cryptic song lyrics.

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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.”

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.