۶ৎ ru's bi side from the 00 : perpetually tired and somewhat hungry. summer girl with low blood pressure. horror movie enthusiastic addicted to red velvet cake. acc only for reading and writing.
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۶ৎ ru's bi side from the 00 : perpetually tired and somewhat hungry. summer girl with low blood pressure. horror movie enthusiastic addicted to red velvet cake. acc only for reading and writing.
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omg... rn im so torn which side i should take bc when i read lizzy's message i was like YEAHHH shes so right. but when gyu said "now i feel like my girlfriend is using me for fame" hes totally right, too 😭 this chapter has so many layers to it and i cant wait to see it unfold omfg.. esp their soon to be much more "curated" relationship. i have so many theories already but for now ill enjoy the story as it is before i jump into conclusions hehehhe
It really is a complicated situation. They are both right to feel the way they do and depending on the experiences they have, they apparently took what they believed to be the right decision. It is unfortunate though, because fame can really destroy a person, or in this case, a relationship :(((
CH. FOUR : plastic. | ROCKME CBG.
warnings: foul language and some typos.
Beomgyu fidgets with a ring you gifted him a while ago.
The little blue rock it holds with metal details goes from left to right as he awaits your arrival. You were supposed to be done fifteen minutes ago but a stylist announced there was a problem with your wardrobe and a last minute change had to be done, delaying your whole ordeal.
Today you and him had to be spotted out and about on a date. Your first real date, dare Beomgyu say, since you two began dating.
He is nervous, that’s a given, but not because you two would intentionally walk past some hired paparazzi to show some affection and solidify your relationship to the public, but because he had thought long enough of showing you off carelessly and now it’s finally happening. After months upon months of hiding in your house or Soobin’s, you will finally be able to hold his hand in public without worrying about the consequences.
Well…consequences. Those were coming in regardless of what you two did, that’s why your very first date had to be coached by a PR team out of all things, but he understood this was the only freedom you’d get, even if it was a surface level one.
He was instructed to be by the highway side, showing off indirectly his protectiveness the entire time. ‘They’d think you want her away from any harm caused by a vehicle,’ the team said. ‘And hold her hand, fingers intertwined. That’d make the fans swoon and comment on your sweetness.’
When you two reached a certain spot near your date site, the papparazis would get the most ‘candid’ pictures, but even before that, some members of his staff would be monitoring you closely and taking a few photos of their own just to leak them online.
Everything was set and Beomgyu was nervous, no, terrified of the outcome. He never had to act out his love for you nor expose it in such a way, things simply happened with you around and nothing else mattered but now even your outfits were a topic of discussion.
He had to try on fifteen different shirts just to get the perfect boyfriend look and judging by the amount of time it was taking you to be ready, you were probably in a worse kind of predicament.
“Oh…new shirt?” Raising his head, Beomgyu blinked a few times. “You think they will have you keep it?”
“Why? You also want to wear it, princess?” Beomgyu uses a velvet-like tone, deep enough to warm your heart and somewhat sultry enough to enchant you.
He figures out he should keep his excitement at bay for his and your own good. Despite all the odds being stacked against you two, you still were going to go on a date paid by the agency and any quality time he could have with you was better than nothing, especially when these few days were hectic and emotionally chaotic with the accidental leak of your relationship.
Clenching your nose with a little bit of disgust, you shake your head softly and look around nervously. You take his hand as you lower to the ground with the intention to sit on the cold for a little bit and Beomgyu catches onto your antics pretty quickly, sealing his legs so you can rest your chin on his knees and hug the lower part of his legs for support.
“Not really,” you whisper shyly. “It looks like one of those things you wear when paparazzi take pictures of you with your famous friends.”
“I understand. I don’t look like regular Beomgyu.” He adds and you nod, wrapping your arms around his legs. “Well, this is not a regular occasion if you think about it.”
“They want it to be picture perfect.” You admit a little bit annoyed. “When I agreed on signing the contract and we started the PR classes, I never knew it’d be this hard. Like, how do you even do this every day? You must like being an actor to put up with this bullshit.”
“You signed?”
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s a golden opportunity.”
Beomgyu simply stares down at you for a few seconds. Literally and figuratively.
You have signed off the little freedom you had left for what you believed was a greater cause and Beomgyu couldn’t believe you were this naive. You had no idea what true fame was like and you’d never be able to take it, you were too used to your own privacy and your mid-level of attention. You were simply not cut for this world, and worst of it all, you believed otherwise.
“Well, welcome to my world, sweetheart.” He says slightly bitterly. “Shall we get going?”
He doesn’t want to be annoyed. He knows you’ve made an honest mistake and wanted to cause no harm, but he couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking you’d be more clever and down to earth. Of course you were going to break easily, of course you wanted to shine too, like everybody else, really.
It annoyed him because he cared about you and you probably thought fame was just invasive in some aspects when it truly was more like a disease. If you had signed then you were doomed. No amount of attention on you or your band would make up for the fact that you were now officially a product.
“You are mad.” You say letting go of the hold on him and he gets up pretty quickly, prompting you to get up just as fast. “Why?”
“I’m not mad, Yn. I’m worried, which is different.” He extends his hands and you take it. He intertwines your fingers with his and clears his throat. “If you want this that bad, I won’t judge you, but brace yourself, will ya? This won’t be a game you’d play but more like some kind of torture you’d subject yourself to.”
“Baby —.”
“But I will help you through it and you will be fine.” He maintains the sultriness and smiles. He has never had to act around you, not even on the first day you two met, but here he was, dropping lines like on a play, lying through gritted teeth and hoping you’d not notice. “I promise.”
You are screwed, he wants to scream. You have no idea what you just got yourself into.
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💌: the drama begins 💁🏻♀️
— A STORM ꨄ︎. CBG | not proofread.
summary. possibly a three part series of how the child of hatred and love on earth become so drawn to each other they form the perfect chaos whenever they are together.
warnings. mentions of blood, implied violence and fights. beomgyu and reader are both magical creatures representing different feelings.
ꨄ︎ : I'm not sure if I want to turn this into a short written series or not so for now I will only post this short draft I have as some sort of teaser or idea.
It should be illegal to be feeling this way. With an ache so big in your heart, you are certain blood would start sipping through the pores of your chest due to the pain you are feeling, splashing from the inside out of your black shirt until soaking it wet and down to the pavement creating a puddle.
There is truly no words or support anyone can give you to put you at ease. You feel completely drained and detached from reality at the moment; having only the thin veil of applause repeating over and over again in your mind, connecting you to the closest moment you’ve been to earth since you arrived at the old place that night.
You should have seen it coming. It was painfully obvious. He was going to be there, of course.
You were a fool to think otherwise. He was always, — in a way —, present whenever you needed him or didn’t know you had to have him around. Tonight wouldn’t be the exception.
Beomgyu never missed a night of fighting and you walked right onto one hoping he wouldn’t be in the ring, as if him and violence weren’t drawn to each other by nature.
He was an agent of chaos after all, put on this earth to cause humans to react out of fear, defense or hatred. He was the blood in all the knuckles, the burning sensation on the throats of those who were ready to scream. He was the inception of the riot, a hurricane of loveless words trapping everybody and drowning them in a sea of tears.
You were a fool to believe Beomgyu wouldn’t show up for a night of “fun,” as he used to call them. He carried the hate of the world on his shoulders, pushing it up a hill every day just to release it at the right moment, and his right moment was at that old spot known for creatures like him…and you.
You used to be at the top of his hill. With the sun right behind you, casting a halo around your figure, you used to wait for his restless body to reach the end of his daily journey just to have the rest of your eternal hours by his side.
It used to be you two against your joint destinies. Enduring the weight of eternal doom shoulder to shoulder.
Now you were no longer on the hills.
“Wait, hey! I’m talking to you!”
The ache on your heart intensifies. His presence rubs salts in all your wounds. “Leave me alone.”
You want your voice to produce any sounds besides a faint whisper, but you can feel his negativity gravitating towards you, weighing you down. He is trapping you in the hurricane much like he does with every mortal and you can’t tolerate it.
“Please,” you beg. “Go…”
You stop hearing the steps creeping behind you and for a second you stop moving, thinking you are alone, but Beomgyu appears right in front of you in a small cloud of black and blue smoke with a saddened smile.
“Let me carry you home at least.” He offers kindly and you cross both arms around your chest protectively. “You shouldn’t have come.”
“I wanted a distraction.”
“Did you find it?” He asks funnily and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The little trail of sparks you leave behind you becomes dimmer by the second, denoting your weakened state.
“I only found you,” sincerity cascades down your lips and tears well up your eyes, forcing you to trace a path to the ground with shame. “Did you enjoy it?”
Beomgyu furrows his brows and takes a step closer, shakingly reaching for you with his cold hand. He cups one of your cheeks and you lean into his decaying state, letting the blood on his hands stick to your skin. “I’d never enjoy hurting you.”
“Then why do you keep doing it? Why do you keep pushing me away?”
You were destined for greater things. You were supposed to bring love and joy into this world. Your sole presence cast a billion of the warmest suns right through the coldest of his days. Anyone but you could see how bad it was for him to be around you, letting you take care of his wounded hands and fractured thoughts.
You were salvation and he had no intention of being another one of your subjects of devotion. He wanted no patch on his bruises or smile at the end of the day. Warmth burned more than anger. Kindness was heavier on his heart.
“I can’t keep dragging you down, sweet pea.” His thumb traces circles on your cheek and catches a stray tear rolling down. Anguish closes around his throat, choking his next words and turning them into a whisper. “I love you too much to hurt you.”
The sparks float up momentarily. All it takes is a simple ‘I love you,’ to make your heart flutter, but he drags the last part and the light fades completely.
He is being a hypocrite. He says he does not want to hurt you by getting close yet he opens more wounds by being away.
He has taken all the decisions so far. He has said most of the words and took action to make all his wishes come true, but what about you? What about what you thought was better?
You were tired, broken. Every heart beat you wasted was directed to his existence. All your breaths were his. He was the one you fell in love with.
Love…love was what you were and you had dropped into his palms without a care in the world, ready to be cupped and cared for. Why was he throwing you away? You thought you were his world.
You needed to try one last time. He couldn’t keep this act up any longer and you knew it. If he truly had the intention to leave you alone he would disappear completely, not run after you each time you needed him near.
Taking a deep breath, your hand cups his hand tenderly. Tiny dots of light come out of the ground, rising above you and him with tranquility. The whisper of a chilly wind wraps you both, leaving a scent of vanilla and caramel filling the tiny space separating you both and you move your cheek away from his hand softly, kissing it lovingly instead.
Your lips turn red and the tip of your tongue tastes the metallic taste of blood once you lick them right after. Through your mouth you feel the sorrow in all the punches he threw against another agent of chaos that night. You see his fear of losing the fight, his drawness to hatred and the regret in his actions. You feel how lonely he is and how his feelings mirror yours. He is drowning himself in his own hurricane of negativity and you feel compelled to cast him out of his misery.
You want to try and love him one more time.
“May I…” You pronounce slowly, putting a hand under his jawline. You caress his soft skin and raise on your tippy toes. The lights descend to the level of your waist and mix with his darkened clouds.
You two are creating a storm.
“Please,” he begs.
That’s all you hear before clashing your lips with his in desperation.
You have to feel him, you need to feel him. You’ve missed him endlessly. Days drag out tirelessly without him and heartbreak sinks you into despair each passing second.
He is, at first, motionless, as if taken aback by his own plea, but quickly he regains strength with the touch of your lips on his and lightning sips through his darkened clouds, illuminating you two at ground level.
He lets go of the grip on your hand and wraps both of his arms around your frame, moving his lips fast, messily.
Salvation. You are salvation and he wants to be saved. Hurricanes have nothing on you. The tears no longer reach the grounds because you go against gravity. There is no reason to cry nor fear the darkness. You bring the light and he is the thunder. You strike and spark over his most tumultuous nights and he groans and begs loudly. Chaos could never be this perfect.
He bites your lower lip and introduces his tongue right after a moan escapes your lips and your hands cup his face completely, tenderly, unnaturally lovingly against his hateful existence.
He is whole again, and then, he opens his eyes for a brief moment and reminds himself why he shouldn’t be doing this.
Sparks fly, mixing with thunderous bolts and cloudy skies. It will rain soon and you need to be tucked inside. You don’t deserve to catch the storm he is brewing, you deserve a cozy night of passionate love and deep promises. You deserve him at his best, not at his worst.
“Stop.” He separates and you open your eyes lightly, as if in a daze. “Go home.”
“Wha—.”
“And never do this again.” My powers will dim your light, my love. “There’d never be an us again.”
You will only save me and it will kill you in the process.
CH.THREE : sorry for nothing. — ROCKME. CBG
warnings: typos, foul language.
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💌 : okay so we are done with introductions. Now it’s time to get into the plot!
can i be added to the taglist plsssss
hello! Of course, I will add you right away
hi! taking my chances but is this perhaps a new blog and you have an old one? you have the same vibe as my friend who deactivated a few years ago 🥺 sorry if this comes off weird! tysm still
I had an old one and I recognize you from that time! I originally wrote rivals. I don't know if you are talking about me or someone else though
CH.TWO : an oopsie. — ROCKME. CBG
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CH.ONE : calm down lover girl. — ROCKME. CBG
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💌 : hello everybody, i hope you enjoy this little story !!
HIIII CAN I BE ADDED TO THE ROCK ME TAGLISTTT
Sure thing! I will add you 🫶🏻
hi may i be added to the rock me tag list?
Hello. Of course, I will as you right away 🥰
intro: rock me. cbg
CHR0MEHEARTS (band) : is a seul-founded group of four members who play various genres inside the alternative niche of music. from trash to metal, the band has been known for its flexibility and talent to produce and write their discography.
composed of kang taehyun (drums), choi soobin (bass), choi yeonjun (main vocalist and guitar), yn (guitar); they’ve been recognized locally as the upcoming band most likely to break through the international market.
HYBEDIVISION (company): worldly recognized for representing many talents and mainstream figures, hybe labels is the home of many artists, actors and public figures.
the most notorious set from the bunch is a group of four friends. huening kai (worldwide rock sensation and actor), choi beomgyu (drama actor and model), Ju Jimin also known as Karina (model) and Kim Jiwon known as Liz/ Lizzie (streamer and interviewer).
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rock me — 🎸choi beomgyu.
❛ hit the pedal, heavy metal…❜ — 1D. ROCKME
summary. ˎˊ˗ a random picture of you and your boyfriend appears mysteriously on the internet, exposing a year long relationship you two carefully built with the intent of keeping as a secret. Now his career is in jeopardy and you, well, you are in the eye of the hurricane.
tags ˎˊ˗ beomgyu x f! reader. lovers to enemies and enemies to lovers. actor! choi beomgyu. indie rockstar! reader. minors DNI
warnings ᵎᵎ media play, hateful comments, toxic fans, smoking, lots of swearing and dirty comments (no smut though), reader is viewed as a bad influence. trauma, mentions of depression and anxiety. written and sns chapters. TBA
taglist ˎˊ˗ send me an ask to be added !
d i re c t ory ᵎᵎ
profiles // introductions.
chapter one : calm down lover girl.
chapter two : an oopsie!
chapter three : sorry for nothing.
chapter four : plastic.
smau masterlist ₊˚ෆ spilled milk.
Summary: Working in a cafe with 5 guys should be easy, right? Not really when your manager is totally your type and everyone is immature.
⤷ choi soobin x fem! reader // side platonic! txt x reader // slowburn
PROFILES
ch. 01 — damage control
ch. 02 — manager-nim
taglist; @miellette
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