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SYNOPSIS. the saying โnever meet your idolsโ exists for a reason. you just didnโt expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that youโre their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and itโs not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.
PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader.
GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst if you squint, reverse harem woohoo.
WARNINGS. swearing, multiple instances where personal space is invaded HAHAHHA, the boys are very dramatic please understand their yearning hearts.
WORD COUNT. 4.5k.
NOTE. woohoo! next chapter to this shitshow! some parts may be a bit confusing and vague....sometimes ominous....but all will be known in due time HAHAHHA (may be tempted to give a spoiler or two if u ask). hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think of this chapter and the story so far!
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CHAPTER 2 โ these meet-cutes arenโt cute at all.
YOU DONโT KNOW HOW TO READ LIPS. But you donโt need to know how to get the idea that Taehyun is shooting an insult at you right now. His face says it all. โI said you look like hell,โ he repeats after youโve removed your headphones, the music still leaking out even after youโve settled it down the cemented table.ย
โTaehyunโs right,โ Gaeul pipes in, and Woohyun seconds it. โYou look like crap. What did you do last night?โ
โIsnโt it obvious?โ you grunt, melting into the table. The sound of Yeong-Ilโs Second Life is still just barely playing in the background thanks to your loud as fuck headphones volume. โWe finished our exams. Of course I stayed up until six in the morning watching dramas.โ
Three disappointed stares and one of full respect. โDude, youโre crazy,โ says Huening. โWhat did you watch? Night Has Come? My Demon? You shouldโve invited me. I feel betrayed.โ
โBoth,โ you reply, but you donโt seem all too happy after consuming over twenty episodes worth of dopamine. Youโre frowning. You slam a fist down the table and let out a groan. โBut they donโt fill the Choi Soobin shaped hole in my heartโ fuck! Why isnโt he getting employed? Why hasnโt he been posting on his Insta? Itโs been six months since his last drama. I miss him already.โ
Hueningโs attempts to console you consist of a few pats on your back. Gaeulโs attempt is a lot more effective. โDidnโt you win a slot to Choi Yeonjunโs fansign this weekend? Arenโt you coming?โ You spring up with a gasp. โGirl, donโt tell me you forgot.โ
โI did! I fucking forgot because I have a deadline on the same fucking day, fuck! I want to die. I canโt do this anymore.โ
โAre you still going?โ asks Woohyun.
โOf course she is! Deadlines come ten times a week, but the chance to meet Choi Yeonjin comes one in a million!โ Gaeul exclaims, then grabs you by the shoulders with a very serious look on her face, as if she wasnโt just disappointed that you sacrificed sleep just to watch a bunch of dramas. โTell him Iโm in love with him. No, wait, I need to tell him that in person. Tell him to wait for me. Iโll get in next time for sure.โ
You whine out something that sounds like an agreement. โI havenโt prepared an outfit yet. This is so depressing. Gaeul, help me.โ
Taehyun, who doesnโt share any of your unhealthy fixations, still hasnโt crawled out from his state of disappointed concern. โJust make sure you donโt miss your Saturday deadline,โ he says. You roll your eyes in response.
โThis is me youโre talking to. I may not seem like it, but I have my shit together. You donโt have to worry.โ
They hate to admit it, but itโs true.
Your friends have always wondered how you managed to balance your hellish course load, your evening shifts at The Grind, and your hobby of fangirling over pretty and good looking men. The only reason you were able to binge two dramas until daylight is because youโve finished all your midterm requirements before taking your exams, and youโll definitely be able to attend the fansign because youโll somehow finish a thirty-page paper in one day, in between classes and your work shifts.
Theyโre quite convinced youโre insane. The lifeless look in your eyes as you flit through your flashcards to review for a recitation later is a testament to that insanity.
But sometimes, a little spark of life manages to slip through.
Like right now, as you check a notification in your phone in the middle of reviewing.
โShit, fuck, shitโ oh my god. Yeong-Il dropped an interview, fuck, hold onโโ
โWhoa, really?โ Woohyun digs his nose next to you. You guys have a graded recitation in thirty minutes, and youโre walking to the classroom with a blank face zeroed in at your phone screen in landscape instead of the flashcards you have now tossed away into your bag, paying no mind to your surroundings to the point that Gael and Huening have to make sure youโre still walking in the right direction.
Taehyun isnโt sure whether to be impressed or concerned. They canโt even tell you off because they know youโll somehow find the answers to Prof Yangโs questions anyway.
APPARENTLY, THEREโS A CAR ACCIDENT OUT FRONT. On top of having a tiring day of rehearsals and the interview with Beomgyu exposing his delusions on the internet being dropped earlier (they didnโt edit it out, those rats), Yeong-Il isnโt having a good day, so itโs to no oneโs surprise the the tension inside their van on the way back to their dorms is rather palpable.
Beomgyu, however, doesnโt feel said tension. Or maybe he just doesnโt care because heโs closing his eyes, ready to nap while all the rest of the vehicles surrounding theirs are honking their horns, and while Jeongin and Jimin are monitoring the interview on a phone. The part where Beomgyu talks about his alleged first love comes up. โBeomgyu,โ Heeseung groans, covering his ears with a neck pillow. โDid you really have to say all that?โ
โAhh, quit nagging. No oneโs even taking it seriously,โ he grumbles, arms crossed and turning over his body to face the window instead of his bandmates.
โYeah, people are just raving about how romantic Beomgyu is,โ says Jimin.
โAnd making edits of him and Heeseung,โ adds Jeongin. โTheyโre mistaking your stressed-out glances at Beomgyu as signs of unrequited loveโโ
Heeseung shoves a hand against Jeonginโs face to shut him up. โStill. You should be more careful of what you say in front of the camera, Gyu.โ
โNyenye. You should be more careful of what you say in front of the camera, Gyu.โย
Theyโre friendly as usual. Heeseung canโt put in the last word because Beomgyu has completely transformed into a sleeping positionโ yet he canโt seem to sleep and rest despite being absolutely fucked out and tired. He lets out a groan, squirming in the car seat. โUgh.โ The car still isnโt moving. The road is still a mess. All he wants is to rest as soon as possible, and he canโt even have that. All he wants is to see you again as soon as possible, and heโs starting to feel like he canโt have that as well.
Beomgyu gives up. He begrudgingly opens his eyes and looks at the state of the traffic out the window. Itโs getting dark. Streetlights are being lit up one after the other, and he watches people moving faster than the frozen cars, like the road and the sidewalk are on two separate spaces of time.
A thought enters his head. What are the chances that youโll be one of the people walking along the sidewalk right now?
โTheyโre making way for an ambulance.โ
Itโs a fruitlessly hopeful thought, he knows. Itโs a silly possibility to entertain. But still. He canโt help but examine each of the faces passing by in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, his wish from four-hundred years ago will finally fucking come true.ย
โDamn, when are we getting home?โ
Right when Beomgyu gives up hoping and tries to fall back asleep again, he spots a familiar face walking down the sidewalk. Wait a minuteโ
โMan, this sucks.โ
He jolts up, Thereโs no way. Thereโs no way Beomgyu wouldnโt recognize that expressionโ stone-cold, looking as if the very thing in front of you is a worthless bug waiting to be stepped on, warding away any possible attempts of anyone bothering you. There are no knives in your hands, but a phone and a paper bag. Youโre not adorned in the blue, red, white, and gold like heโs used to, but a large coat draped over your shoulders.
Still. Even if your face is covered by a mask, or if youโve inhabited the body of a completely different person.
โBeomgyu, wanna play are round when we getโโ
Thereโs no way Beomgyu wouldnโt recognize you.
Looks like the chances are high after all.
โBeomgyu?!โ
The van door slides open. Beomgyu feels the cold air hitting his face as he rushes in between the gaps of the traffic-saddled cars and the spaces in between. He hears Heeseung and Jeongin and Jimin calling after him but he doesnโt give a shit. Not now. Not when heโs sure he finally has you within reach, closing in the gap between you before you can disappear into a corner. Not when all he has to do is stretch out his hand, breath caught in his throat and heart racing, and pull you by the arm so you can turn around and look at him.
And you do.
Your phone crashes to the ground, and youโre looking at him like you want to punch him in the face. Beomgyuโs heart skips a beat.
โWhat the hell?!โ
โItโs you.โ
Beomgyu watches your brows knit together, your mouth falling into a sneer. Itโs like looking into a time machine. Holy shit.ย
โItโs really you.โ
That look of annoyance. Thereโs no denying it. Night has fallen. The only thing illuminating your face is a single streetlight hanging above, but heโd be stupid to mistake you for anyone else. The arm that shakes his hold off is yours. The eyes that are glaring at himโ sharp as knivesโ are yours, yours, and yours alone and he can get lost in them for hours on end. โThe fuck? Do I knowโโย
Your name falls from his lips for the first time in centuries. Itโs always been blurry, always at the tip of his tongue the moment his memories from four-hundred years ago came crashing back to him like a storm. But now, it comes off naturally the moment he sees you. It rolls off his tongue like itโs the only thing he was ever meant to sing.
He says your name once more. Your eyes widen in alarm.
โAre you a stalker?โ
โI love you.โ
โExcuse me?โ
โI love you,โ he repeats, breathless. โMy biggest regret was failing to tell you how much I loved when I still had the chance.โ
โWhat the fuck? What are youโโ
Beomgyu reaches out for your hands, tugging you closer. Your skin burns him. Warm. Alive. โNow that Iโve been given that chance, Iโm not letting go of you anymore.โ He pauses, practicing the words inside his head before saying, โLetโs get married.โย
โWhat?!โ
โI love you. I missed you. Letโs get married right now.โ
You donโt say anything. Youโre silent. Beomgyu feels his stomach wrench and drop and hurt all the way to his chest and lungs because whyโ
Why are you looking at him like that?ย
โIโm going to call the fucking cops.โ Once again, you shove him off, pulling your hands back and pressing them close to your chest. โThereโs a crazy fucking bastard on theโ shit! My phone! The screen is cracked, gosh! I havenโt even finished paying for it, for fuckโs sake, you have toโ exโexcuse me, are you crying? Are you actually crying? What the hell?โ
Beomguโs vision is cloudy and his cheeks are wet. He knows youโve always been spunky. Youโve always had an attitude and you two didnโt start off on the right foot, either. But why are you acting like you donโt know him? Like heโs some sort of fucking stranger?ย
โHey, I should be the one crying right now! You broke my phone! What is wrong withโโ
โThere you are!โ
Suddenly, he doesnโt see you anymore. Heeseungโs voice comes crashing in and he gets shoved aside, eyes stinging and mind still in a daze. โIโm so, so sorry for my friend over here. We canโt pay for the damages right away, but please take this. Again, weโre so sorry! Hope you have a great night, still!โ
No. He canโt let you slip away again. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms like all the countless times he hasnโt. โDude, what are you doing?!โ Heeseung yanks him back before he can run after you down the sidewalk. โQuit being weird. Why the hell are you crying?โ
Beomgyu is having a hard time understanding. Heโs not sure if he canโt, or if he simply doesnโt want to believe thisโ but your eyes donโt lie. He can tell if youโre annoyed by him just by looking at you. He can tell if youโre angry, regretful, elated, or drunk from the onslaught of his affections, so this timeโ he can clearly tell as well.
He can tell just from the look in your eyes that you donโt remember him.
That all those years of waiting for you was all for naught.
SOOBIN KNOWS THAT HE SHOULDNโT BE HERE RIGHT NOW. He knows that heโs supposed to be on a diet, and he knows that he has a photo shoot for a magazine this weekend. He even got rid of his stash of instant ramyeon because of that, deleted all those delivery apps because thisโll be his first schedule after a few months of taking a break.
But he is here, at one in the morning, in between the isles of the 7-Eleven nearest to his apartment building, because cravings sometimes trump rationality, and god he sure is craving for a cup of noodles. Or two. Two sounds good. And since heโs already here, might as well put a pack of milk bread in his basket. A can of Sprite too. Manager Lee is gonna kill him, but at least heโll die full and satisfied.
โHey, hold the door open for me.โ
โDonโt you have hands?โ
โNice! They have empty seats outside. Waiting here. Buy me some donuts.โ
Ah, shit. Soobin pulls his hood over his head and readjusts his mask. Sounds like a group coming in. He should pay later once the storeโs emptierโ meaning, he has no choice but to browse for more snacks to add to his basket. Totally not because he wants to, no.ย
โWhyโd you bring your laptop all the way here? You can continue working in Woohyungโs apartment.โ
โYeah, girl. Thereโs still a lot of time before the deadline.โ
Soobin doesnโt want to eavesdrop, but the voices are talking pretty loudly. Heโs dropping a few packets of yakgwa cookies into his basket while listening to a group of college students mourning about their courses. Good thing he chose not to pursue tertiary education.ย
โI need to finish this as soon as possible if I want to attend the fucking fansign. Crap, I shouldโve switched majors when I had the chance.โ
He abruptly stops snack surfing. Wait. Pause. Hold on.
โShouldโve done that before junior year.โ
โI know. Shut up. Get me a popsicle, please. Chocolate. Thank you.โ
That voiceโ
โThey ran out. Only strawberry or melon. Pick oneโ
โThatโs fucking balls.โ
โYouโre so eloquent.โ
โSuck my fucking dick.โ
Okay. Nevermind. Itโs kinda weird to hear a voice that sounds eerily similar to the love of his lifeโs saying so much obscenities. You only spoke pretty words to him before, so maybe heโs just tripping. Thereโs no way youโd swear so much, so he continues browsing the snack aisle. Maybe he just misses you so much that heโs starting to mistake a similarly sounding voice as yours and subconsciously letting his hopes up.
โHyun, by the way. I forgot to mention. I met a Choi Beomgyu lookalike last night on the way home from work. It was fucking wild.โ
Then again, he thinks, arm paused hovering above a bag of chips. People didnโt really say suck my fucking dick in Joseon era.
Soobin stops filling his basket and starts moving out of the aisle, following the sound of your voice.
โI almost fell in love on the spot, but the guy wasnโt right in the head, I think.โ Closer. Youโre starting to sound closer. โHe knew my name. He kept acting like he knew me and asked me to fucking marry him? I even dropped my phone because he scared the shit out of me. I donโt know, it was wild.โ
Where? Where are you?
โDude, really? No way.โ
โIโm serious! Iโm telling youโโ
Where the hell are you?
โI even got a card from his friend when he dragged the Beomgyu clone away. I have it here, take a looโ wait. Wait. Isnโt BH the agency that manages Yeong-Il? Am I wrongโ oh, sorry!โ
There you are.
Thereโs a stain on his hoodie. Bright pink. It matches the popsicle youโre holding, the varsity jacket youโre wearing, and the color painting his cheeks because youโre right in front of him. Youโre actually right in front of him right nowโ face flushed with panic, eyes rapidly blinking. โAreโare you Choi Soobin?โ someone says. Not you. Youโre still profusely apologizing while trying to wipe away the stain with your jacket sleeve.
โThatโs ridiculous, Huening. Go get me some tissues! Iโm so, so sorry, oh gosh. I shouldโve been paying more attention.โ
Youโre here. Itโs actually you. His heart is racing. He canโt fucking breathe. Heโs not sure if he should cry, scream, or all of the above.
But thereโs something different. Thereโs something wrong.
โI can tell Choi Soobin from a picture of his ear! Iโm telling you itโs him!โ Your attention is pulled away by your companion tugging on your arm. โYouโre Choi Soobin, right?! Jipuragi? Figured Obscurity?โ
โDude, youโre making him uncomfortable! Why in the world would Choi Soobin beโโ
Soobin pulls down his mask, tugging on its fabric. When you turn back to look at him, your popsicle drops to the ground and you let out a gasp.
Your eyes are shining. Youโre beaming. You do recognize him. You do know him.
โOh my god. Oh my god, Iโm such a big fan.โ
Just not in the way he was hoping for.
โYโyeah. Would you like a picture?โ
You let out a squeal. So does your friend. This isnโt how Soobin expected his reunion with you to go about. This is wrong. He had it all planned in his head like a screenplay, and all that was left was to execute it without fail.
The moment he sees you, he was supposed to spin you around and hear your laughter fluttering in the air. He was supposed to hold you in his arms and give you the first kiss heโd been saving in this life because heโs been waiting for you all this time, yearning for years and years to give you the life he wasnโt able to in the past. To make up for everything you missed because in this lifeโ thereโs no class system to keep you apart. Thereโs nothing stopping him from loving you out in the open.
He didnโt expect to give you his autograph and take a fan selca with you after years of waiting.
This is so wrong. This is so freaking wrong.
โI canโt believe this is happening,โ who he assumes is your friend says, and youโre smiling so, so brightly while looking at the photo of you and him that everything he wishes to say and profess and confess just lodges in his throat, blocking everything in its path.
โThank you! Donโt worry, we wonโt post this anywhere,โ you say. Soobin holds back the inhuman urge to tell you why settle for a photo, when you can have him instead?
โSโsure. Anytime.โ
โAh, we should probably give you some privacy now. Huening, stop gawking! Anyway, fighting! Weโre looking forward to your upcoming dramas!โ
Just like that, you leave. You walk out of the store and join the rest of your friends outside, and he sees you showing off the signature he left on your receipt from the window, when he could give you so much more than that, when you could show off that you already own his entire heart. This...this really isnโt how he wanted to reunite with you. And the underlying reason for it something he doesnโt want to entertain.
โYEONJUN, YOUโRE UP IN TEN,โ says a staff member. Itโs the last week of promotions, and Yeonjun is getting his hair and makeup retouched one last time before heโs set to go uponstage to open the fansign. His manager tells him not to do anything stupid, or scandalous, or all of the above onstageโ an almost everyday reminder that Yeonjun, more often than not, isnโt interested in listening to.
โNoona, you should trust me more,โ he reacts, a slight whine in his tone. Manager Kimโs expression is nothing but dubious.
โAt the very least warn me before you do something insane so I can prepare.โ
โWill do,โ Yeonjun grins, and his manager waves him off. Screams erupt the moment he emerges from behind the stage curtains, and everything else just comes naturally for Choi Yeonjunโ not needing to second guess when he blows a kiss mid-performance, stirs the crowd with a comment or two, and making sure that all eyes are on him, almost as if he was born on every stage he steps foot on.
And to think he started this career without any desire for stardom.
Now, thereโs nothing he desires more than blinding lights and the visceral sounds of cheers.
โAโah, hello!โย
Well. There is one thing.
โCrap, IโIโm so nervous I donโt think I can breathe.โ
โOh no,โ replies Yeonjun to the fan sitting before him, marker in hand as he flips open the tabbed page on the nth album splayed out on the table. โShould I give you CPR to help you start breathing again?โย
The girl lets out something sort of a squeal. He grins out a laugh and asks for her name and if sheโs eaten anything yet.
โThank you! Ohโ oh, wait, one more thingโโ
โNext!โ
Itโs a fast paced rotation. It always is. But Yeonjun uses the split second before the next person carousels in front of him to make a quick scan across the people lining up, across the people waiting in the audience seats, clinging onto the sliver of probability that this may finally be the day where his years of yearning for the ghost of past can finally endโ well overdue for god knows how long already.ย
He reuses and rehashes the same lines, same dialogue, and same greetings for the next person, and the next person, and the next and the next and the next. Itโs just one face after another. Not that heโs bored, or unappreciative of the fans that spent their time (and truckloads of money) to see him. But itโs human to feel a sense of disappointment when the face he wants to see doesn't turn up after the fifth, tenth, seventh, hundredth, thousand, nth face, fansign after a fansign.
โNext.โ
His wrist is getting sore, back is getting tired, but Yeonjun readies himself for another round of mindless chat, missing the opportunity to do his routine scans when he closes his eyes to roll back his shoulders.ย
โOh.โ
Yeonjun hears the voice in front of him say. Itโs a singular syllable, not even a word, but itโs enough to snap him wide awake.
โOh my gosh,โ you say again. Yeonjun doesnโt feel his fingertips. โYouโre even prettier up close, whoa, this is crazy.โ
Heโs frozen. The usual ments and words and lines that usually flow naturally off his tongue donโt come. His brain is empty. The ink from his marker seeps into the album page underneath his numb hands. He hears his manager say something, but his managerโs voice is so far awayโ so, so, so far away, but the face he;s been yearning for in his memories is now, all of a sudden and without warning, within an armโs reach, right before his eyes.
The marker stumbles out of his grasp. If Yeonjun reaches an arm out right nowโ
โUโuh.โ
โheโd be able to touch your face.
โOโoh, holy shit, okay so weโre doing this now.โ
And he is. The very feeling of your soft skin, unchanged from the feeling stored in the capsules of his memories, burns stronger than the adrenaline he feels when heโs onstage under the spotlight.
Itโs real. Youโre real.
Youโre right in front of him right now.
โChoi Yeonjun, what the hell are you doing?!โ
The hiss of his manager from behind is ignored when he suddenly springs up from behind the table, and you let out a yelp when he drags you up along with him. Heโs holding both of your hands, thumbs brushing over the ridges of your knuckles before pulling them closer to his chest. Thereโs whispering in the background, along with the snaps and flashes of the numerous cameras littered everywhere in the venue.
โYeonjun.โ
He pays no mind to them. Instead he brings up your hands to his face and presses a kiss onto your knuckles.ย
Thereโs a scream and gasp and a yell coming from somewhere.ย
โIโve been waiting for this moment.โ
But all heโs focused on is the swirls in your widened eyes, dizzy and taken aback, voiceless with your mouth hanging open. Yeonjun furrows his brows. โWhy donโt you look happy to see me, my love?โ You hack out a hard cough and Yeonjun drops your hands in surprise. โWhatโsโ whatโs wrong?โ he stammers, leaning forward and closing into your face while you turn away from him, digging more unease into his bones because this...this doesnโt seem right.
โShโshit, I think I need to sit down, oh my god,โ he hears you say, and it hits him. Yes. You were never good at expressing your affection. Yes, yes. Perhaps youโre just overtaken by a surge of emotions, that your appearance looks like that of constipated confusion of trepidation as a result of being overwhelmed by the fact that youโre so in love with him and that youโre happy to see him again.
Yes. That must be it. Youโre both sat back down, and he scribbles something on your now ink-stained album. โNext.โ And when youโre just about to bow and leave, he says your nameโ one that he thought heโs forgottenโ and you freeze.
โWhy do you look so surprised?โ he laughs. โThereโs no need to be shy. Should I kiss you again to ease yourโ ack!โ
โNext! Next person!โย
Suddenly, youโre being scurried away. โNo, wait!โ he yells out, but the moment he tries to get up again, heโs jerked right back.
His manager is holding the back of his collar, and youโre disappearing into the crowd. Wasโฆwas Manager Kim always this strong? He canโt even budge, canโt even run after you after heโd finally been reunited with you again.
โChoi Yeonjun, thatโs enough!โ
He blinks, remembering belatedly just where he is right now.
Thereโs still a line of people waiting for him. Yeonjun drops back to his seat, his manager losing her grip on his shirt, and he brings himself back after a round of inhales and exhales. Itโs alright, he thinks to himself. Itโs gonna work out. โSorry about that,โ he hums, smiling at a now different face sitting in front of him. โWhat did you tell me your name was?โ
Youโve been separated from him yet again, but this time itโs fine. Heโs not anxious. Heโs certain that it wonโt take centuries for you to return to each other, noโ it wonโt be long until then because this time, heโs not dead.ย
Youโre both still alive at this point in time.
And that enough assures him that heโs going to find his way back to you.
warnings: mild swearing, reader is shorter than soobin, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff
wc: 839
a/n: im back so i had to write about my boyfriend!!! also this is inspired by those tiktok slideshows of those random manhwas LMAOO
โCome on, why are you giving me the cold shoulder?โ Soobin pouts, nudging your arm with his. You donโt give a reaction to his antics, walking away from him, almost speed walking away. Soobin shouts your name, desperate for your attention.
โHey! Just tell me~โ He drawls, catching up to you. Once more, you ignore him, scoffing a little.
The scoff was not appreciated.
Soobin gently grabs your shoulders before spinning you around, forcing you to look at him. He even bends down a little for the eye contact. (Is this embarrassing? Heโs tall, everyone knows that, but damn, he didnโt have to bend down. Makes you truly realize the height difference here.)
โMy love. My life. Sweetheart. Honey. Baby. Please, just tell me what I did wrong. I donโt deserve to be ignored by the love of my life like this.โ He accentuates his pout further, his bottom lip fully jutted out. โPretty please?โ Soobin adds, sweetening his tone.
You sigh. You canโt escape him forever, it seems. โI didnโt appreciate how you almost let that girl make cat whiskers on your face.โ
Soobinโs confusion is evident on his face โ His brows furrow, lips pucker. Itโs almost comical how confused he looks. โWhat?โ He says, almost in disbelief.
You quickly rush to defend yourself (Itโs kind of embarrassing now that you say it out loud. You canโt go back now, though. You have to stick to it.) โListen! I just donโt think you should be letting other people touch your face. I mean, weโre dating right? I was right next to you, too! Also, you have a skincare routine, foreign germs would have made you break out.โ You ramble. Youโre starting to pull random reasons out of your ass to defend yourself. Perhaps you should look into becoming a lawyer.
Soobin giggles a little. โYouโre so cute. But, donโt you kiss me all over my face all the time? What about that?โ He counters. Youโre starting to become really frustrated with him.
โThat doesnโt count! Your face germs are probably used to me by now, so I wouldnโt be a foreign invader. Also, youโre basically invalidating my feelings right now. Thatโs so rude.โ You cross your arms around your chest. Itโs getting serious now.
Soobin is visibly trying to hold it together and not laugh. He lets go of your shoulders as he takes a deep breath. โOkay, okay. Iโm sorry, baby. Butโฆ Iโm not close to that girl. You shouldnโt have to worry.โ You hum in reply, happy by his answer.
โWhat about you, though?โ
What?
Soobin begins to elaborate. โYouโre close with Yeonjun-hyung and Taehyunieโฆ does that mean I should worry about them?โ One of his fingers tap his chin in thought.
You stutter. โN-no! Arenโt you close with Choi Yewon?โ Soobin nods. โYeah.โ โThen you too! Besides, Yeonjun and Taehyun donโt like me like that.โ You look away, suddenly your shoes are more interesting than the boy basically hovering over you.
Soobin doesnโt take his eyes off you. โBut I like you.โ He says, voice smooth and flirty. You can tell heโs grinning at you right now. You can also feel your face heat up at his words. Damn, are you really that easy?
โOh my god, shut up.โ You mutter. You donโt dare to look up at him. Soobin would tease you to no end if he saw how warm your face was right now. โMmmh, why? I love seeing my baby so flustered.โ He coos, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You canโt take it anymore.
โThatโs enough from you.โ You say, covering his mouth with your palm. Soobin stares at the hand covering his mouth quizzically.
โAre youโฆ are you really silencing your boyfriend right now?โ His words are muffled, but the shock in his tone is unmistakable. You nod proudly, extremely pleased with yourself.
The gears turn in his head as he thinks about what he should do next.
You might have done it. You might have finally stopped Soobin from being a flirt. โHa! Youโve finally shut up. God, if I knew it was this easyโโ
โThenโฆ can you block this?โ Soobin takes your palm off his mouth before he swoops in, tilting his head perfectly so he can slot his lips in yours. It takes you by surprise, slapping your hand over his mouth moments before his lips meet yours.
You donโt even realize your eyes are closed until Soobinโs muffled voice filters through the air.
โYou must really like me too if your eyes are closed.โ Your eyes quickly shoot open to see him staring at you. Even with his mouth covered you can tell heโs sporting a shit-eating grin right now. Warmth has now covered every inch of your face and you hate it.
โYouโฆ you are so fucking annoy-โ
Soobin licks your palm, causing you to reel your arm back in disgust. Soobin laughs before sprinting away, leaving you alone with saliva on your palm and a shocked expression on your face.
warnings: mild swearing, reader is shorter than soobin, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff
wc: 839
a/n: im back so i had to write about my boyfriend!!! also this is inspired by those tiktok slideshows of those random manhwas LMAOO
โCome on, why are you giving me the cold shoulder?โ Soobin pouts, nudging your arm with his. You donโt give a reaction to his antics, walking away from him, almost speed walking away. Soobin shouts your name, desperate for your attention.
โHey! Just tell me~โ He drawls, catching up to you. Once more, you ignore him, scoffing a little.
The scoff was not appreciated.
Soobin gently grabs your shoulders before spinning you around, forcing you to look at him. He even bends down a little for the eye contact. (Is this embarrassing? Heโs tall, everyone knows that, but damn, he didnโt have to bend down. Makes you truly realize the height difference here.)
โMy love. My life. Sweetheart. Honey. Baby. Please, just tell me what I did wrong. I donโt deserve to be ignored by the love of my life like this.โ He accentuates his pout further, his bottom lip fully jutted out. โPretty please?โ Soobin adds, sweetening his tone.
You sigh. You canโt escape him forever, it seems. โI didnโt appreciate how you almost let that girl make cat whiskers on your face.โ
Soobinโs confusion is evident on his face โ His brows furrow, lips pucker. Itโs almost comical how confused he looks. โWhat?โ He says, almost in disbelief.
You quickly rush to defend yourself (Itโs kind of embarrassing now that you say it out loud. You canโt go back now, though. You have to stick to it.) โListen! I just donโt think you should be letting other people touch your face. I mean, weโre dating right? I was right next to you, too! Also, you have a skincare routine, foreign germs would have made you break out.โ You ramble. Youโre starting to pull random reasons out of your ass to defend yourself. Perhaps you should look into becoming a lawyer.
Soobin giggles a little. โYouโre so cute. But, donโt you kiss me all over my face all the time? What about that?โ He counters. Youโre starting to become really frustrated with him.
โThat doesnโt count! Your face germs are probably used to me by now, so I wouldnโt be a foreign invader. Also, youโre basically invalidating my feelings right now. Thatโs so rude.โ You cross your arms around your chest. Itโs getting serious now.
Soobin is visibly trying to hold it together and not laugh. He lets go of your shoulders as he takes a deep breath. โOkay, okay. Iโm sorry, baby. Butโฆ Iโm not close to that girl. You shouldnโt have to worry.โ You hum in reply, happy by his answer.
โWhat about you, though?โ
What?
Soobin begins to elaborate. โYouโre close with Yeonjun-hyung and Taehyunieโฆ does that mean I should worry about them?โ One of his fingers tap his chin in thought.
You stutter. โN-no! Arenโt you close with Choi Yewon?โ Soobin nods. โYeah.โ โThen you too! Besides, Yeonjun and Taehyun donโt like me like that.โ You look away, suddenly your shoes are more interesting than the boy basically hovering over you.
Soobin doesnโt take his eyes off you. โBut I like you.โ He says, voice smooth and flirty. You can tell heโs grinning at you right now. You can also feel your face heat up at his words. Damn, are you really that easy?
โOh my god, shut up.โ You mutter. You donโt dare to look up at him. Soobin would tease you to no end if he saw how warm your face was right now. โMmmh, why? I love seeing my baby so flustered.โ He coos, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You canโt take it anymore.
โThatโs enough from you.โ You say, covering his mouth with your palm. Soobin stares at the hand covering his mouth quizzically.
โAre youโฆ are you really silencing your boyfriend right now?โ His words are muffled, but the shock in his tone is unmistakable. You nod proudly, extremely pleased with yourself.
The gears turn in his head as he thinks about what he should do next.
You might have done it. You might have finally stopped Soobin from being a flirt. โHa! Youโve finally shut up. God, if I knew it was this easyโโ
โThenโฆ can you block this?โ Soobin takes your palm off his mouth before he swoops in, tilting his head perfectly so he can slot his lips in yours. It takes you by surprise, slapping your hand over his mouth moments before his lips meet yours.
You donโt even realize your eyes are closed until Soobinโs muffled voice filters through the air.
โYou must really like me too if your eyes are closed.โ Your eyes quickly shoot open to see him staring at you. Even with his mouth covered you can tell heโs sporting a shit-eating grin right now. Warmth has now covered every inch of your face and you hate it.
โYouโฆ you are so fucking annoy-โ
Soobin licks your palm, causing you to reel your arm back in disgust. Soobin laughs before sprinting away, leaving you alone with saliva on your palm and a shocked expression on your face.
beomgyu no nut november fic where hes kinda a loser doing an internet challenge for online brownie points and his s/o does absolutely everything in their power to make him lose