you asked and I delivered, here's part two!! enjoy <33333
this is a part 2/sequel of “just one time, right?”. i highly suggest reading it first before proceeding with this one!
pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader
tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, more angst! slow burn, mutual pining(Y/N is still kinda confused lol), masturbation, oral(m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie, gyu is whiny and desperate (he also gets kinda manipulative at some point), fluff, there's probably more I forgot to mention.
a/n: hey oomfs i'm back!! i missed everyone here so much 😩 just dropped a new Beomgyu fic that I wasn't expecting to get so much attention in just a few days, y'all are the best!! i also didn't want to end the fic there so here's part two!! i hope y'all enjoyed reading this and I'll be back with more(currently working on a draft for Kai..) so stay tuned!! also special thanks to my beloved estelle for the pretty header <33333
fic below the cut!!
It’s been two weeks since that night.
Two weeks since you've kissed your friend. Two weeks since you've let him touch you in ways no one else ever has—since you've made a deal that you’ve repeated in your head so many times that it’s starting to feel less like a rule and more like a lie.
Still, things have stayed the same…on the surface.
You’ve both slipped back into your normal routines—laundry days, late-night ramen runs, and bickering over who left the bathroom light on. Everything looks the same from the outside; You laugh at his dumb jokes, you fight over the game controller like nothing’s changed. Like you didn’t just moan his name with your face buried in his pillow once.
Everything is back to the way it was.
Except…it’s not. Not really.
Because now, you’re aware of him. Really aware of him.
You catch him watching you during dinner, his chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, eyes lingering just a little too long on your lips as you ramble about your day. When you're sitting on the floor playing games, your knees brushing his just slightly, and he doesn't move it. Sometimes, you catch the warmth of his hand ghosting over the small of your back when he reaches around you for the remote or a drink, like it’s innocent. Like it’s normal.
And you notice.
God, you notice.
You tried to ignore it at first, but how could you? Especially when you can feel your breath hitch when he's a little closer than usual. Your heartbeat skip when he smiles at you in a way that makes your thoughts go haywire. You’re becoming hyper-aware of him in a way that has nothing to do with friendship and everything to do with the way he made you feel that night.
But you tell yourself it’s nothing: You're just confused. A temporary glitch in your brain. Hormones. Residual tension. Whatever excuse you could come up with.
Because if you admit it’s more than that, if you admit you want him again—maybe even miss him—then you have to admit that something between you shifted, that the line you both crossed didn’t disappear after you pulled your dress back on and closed his door.
You keep thinking about what he said that night.
“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
“I always thought you were attractive.”
You've been replaying those words in your mind on loop, dissecting them from every possible angle like a problem you’re desperate to solve.
He said he’s wanted you. He's attracted to you. Wanted to touch you. Make you feel good. That much was obvious. But you’ve been clinging to the difference—wanting someone isn’t the same as liking them.
Not in the real way. Not in the “I think about you when you're not around, I want to wake up next to you, I want to know every messy part of you and stay anyway” kind of way.
Maybe it was just about sex. Chemistry. Timing.
Maybe you were just convenient.
And Beomgyu…he’s not the type to—
A soft knock on your door cuts through the haze of your thoughts.
You blink, your heart skipping like it got caught off rhythm. You clear your throat and call out,“Yeah?”
The door creaks open just a little, and Beomgyu peeks his head in.
“Hey,” he says casually. His voice is soft, but it still ripples through you like a shiver. “Just wanted to let you know I’m heading out to meet the guys. I’ll probably be back late, so I won’t be around for dinner.”
You sit up instinctively, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and trying very hard not to let your gaze linger. He’s wearing that loose black hoodie he always pairs with ripped jeans and his usual silver chain.
Nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the way it all hangs on him tonight, effortless and cool, makes your stomach flip.
Of course it does.
He’s just standing there. Being him. And somehow that’s enough to throw you off balance.
You nod quickly, too quickly, before responding,“That’s fine. You didn’t have to tell me, you could’ve just… texted.”
He shrugs, leaning a little against the doorframe.“I just figured I’d say it in person.”
His eyes linger for a moment longer, just long enough to make your chest tighten before he reaches for the handle.
“Don’t wait up.” he says softly.
He starts to pull the door behind him when, without thinking, the words tumble from your mouth.
“Beomgyu—wait.”
You don’t even know why you said that. It’s out before your brain catches up, and the door pauses, just a sliver of him still visible. Then, slowly, he peeks his head back in.
His brows are raised slightly in surprise. “Yeah?”
He’s looking at you like you’ve said something important, and now you have to figure out what that something is. Your mouth opens, then closes. Your thoughts are scattered. You wish you had something clever to say, anything that didn’t make your heart feel like it’s about to burst out of your chest.
“I just…” You shift on the bed, your fingers clutching the blanket a little too tightly.
“Can we…talk? Sometime?”
There’s a brief pause. He tilts his head just slightly, looking at you with softened eyes. And then, he nods. A small, quiet motion, but the understanding in his gaze nearly knocks the air from your lungs.
“Yeah, Y/N.” He says,“We can talk.”
“Not right now, of course,” you add quickly, waving a hand,“I mean—you don’t have to. Just… whenever you're ready.”
He gives you a small smile—gentle, warm, a little crooked in the way that always makes your stomach do that stupid thing.
“Okay,” he says,“Let's talk soon.”
And just like that, he’s gone again, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
But this time, the silence he leaves behind feels different. The air suddenly feels heavier for some reason.
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You’ve shifted in bed at least twenty times now, changed positions, adjusted your blanket, flipped your pillow over for the cooler side—none of it works.
You lie there, eyes wide open and locked onto the ceiling like it might offer some relief, but it doesn’t. It just stares right back, blank and unmoving, while your thoughts swirl like a storm you can’t escape.
Beomgyu.
That night.
You close your eyes tightly as you try to ignore the thoughts that are running through your head, but no matter what you do, you can't seem to stop thinking about him—about what happened.
You remember the heat of his breath against your neck, the pressure of his hips against yours, the sounds he made whenever you moaned into his mouth.
You can't stop thinking about how his body felt on yours, how good it felt to have him on top of you, how good it felt when he was rubbing his cock on your pussy.
You sigh in frustration and close your eyes once more. You turn around on your bed and cover your face with a pillow.
As much as you try to deny yourself, he's all you could ever think about. You've been wanting him again since that night.
You try to push those thoughts away, or forget it even happened, but it's no use. Your body remembers; It aches with the memory of him.
You hate that you feel like this. You hate how badly you still want him— even when you’ve told yourself so many times that it was a one-time thing, that it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.
Before you know it, your hand slides under the hem of your shirt, tentative at first. You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your fingers graze your skin and your breath catches.
You imagine it’s him. His hands, not yours. His lips at your throat. His voice low and rough, praising you, teasing you. You imagine him kissing you like he's been starved of it. You imagine his weight on top of yours as he touches you.
You want him. You want him so bad that you couldn't think straight.
You take off your shorts and throw it across the room. You start touching yourself, imagining that it was him.
Your hand moves with purpose, mimicking the rhythm of his hips that you so vividly remember from that night. You start imagining him rubbing his cock on your clit. You start imagining his cock sliding between your folds. You start imagining him fucking you.
“Mmm…” you moan softly as your fingers brush against your clit slowly.
Two of your fingers slip inside you, and you gasp at the sudden fullness. They curl upward, and you can't help but arch your back into the pillow, imagining his strong arms holding you down, his teeth grazing your earlobe.
You pump your fingers in and out, increasing the tempo, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. You're lost in the fantasy, in the delicious torture of wanting him so badly that it physically hurts.
“More please, Beomgyu...” You whisper as you imagine his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh, making you squirm and moan for more.
Your thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and you bite your bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatens to escape. Your body tightens, a coil of pleasure winding up tighter and tighter.
“Ahh...! Beomgyu!!” you groan, crying out his name as you come all over your fingers. Your legs start shaking, and your pussy clenches at nothing. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, and you ride it out.
When you come down from your high, you realize what you've just done. You’re still lying there, chest rising and falling slowly as your pulse calms, but something else starts to settle in the stillness.
Guilt.
Not the light, teasing kind, but the kind that coils in your gut, low and heavy and cold.
Because as the warmth fades from your limbs, reality floods back in—and it hits you all at once.
You just touched yourself.
To the thought of Beomgyu.
Your best friend.
Your roommate.
The same Beomgyu who made you laugh through hangovers, who stayed up with you when you were heartbroken, who’s seen you in ratty pajamas and no makeup and still called you cute just to make you roll your eyes. The same Beomgyu who held you that night two weeks ago like he’d been waiting forever to do it.
But still.
You haven’t even talked since then. Not really. Not about what happened, not about what it meant.
And here you are, lying in your bed in the middle of the night, using the memory of him to get off like it’s some casual fantasy. Like it didn’t mean anything.
But it did. You know it did.
But now, in the dark, tangled up in guilt and craving, you can’t lie to yourself about it. Not really.
You sit up slowly, the weight of it all pressing down on your shoulders. Shame crept up your neck, your cheeks. You run a hand through your hair, exhaling hard, like you could push the thoughts out of your head if you just breathed hard enough.
You haven’t even figured out what you feel yet.
You don’t even know if he likes you. Not the way you’ve started to think about him when it’s quiet. When you let your guard down.
You just know that it felt good, so so good—to pretend; To imagine that he wanted you like that, that he meant what he said that night, that it wasn’t just lust, that it could be more.
You stand up on shaky legs, reaching for your towel with the hope that a hot shower might scrub the thoughts off your skin. You don’t even make it three steps before you hear your phone buzz behind you.
You pause for a moment before turning back.
The screen lights up like a curse. You catch a glimpse of a text notification from Beomgyu appear through your lock screen. You stare at the message.
Beomgyu: I can hear you.
You freeze in place.
The air leaves your lungs in one short, panicked gasp.
No. No fucking way.
Your fingers hover over the screen for a second too long. Your mind is in chaos, racing, spiraling. The longer you wait, the more it feels like you have to say something before the silence turns lethal.
So you type without thinking, leaning on denial like it’s your last defense.
You: what are you talking about?
You hit send and immediately regret it. It’s flimsy. Weak. Painfully obvious. You can already picture the smirk pulling at his lips as he reads it.
His reply is almost immediate.
Beomgyu: I heard you moan my name just now. I know I wasn’t just imagining things.
You flinch, your mouth falling open just slightly.
The flush creeps up your neck so fast you have to sit down. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself against the full weight of humiliation crashing down on you.
Your hands tremble as you reply again, more desperate this time, like maybe there’s still a way to make this go away.
You: but you literally aren't even home yet??
The dots appear. Then stop. Then appear again.
And then,
Beomgyu: You seriously think I’m still out?
You immediately shift your attention to the top of your phone. Your eyes widen when you see that it's already 1:50 AM.
When did it get so late?
You’d been so lost in your thoughts, so lost in him, that the hours slipped right through your fingers. You’d convinced yourself you were alone, when really… he was here. Maybe in the room next door. Maybe just on the other side of the wall.
And he heard you.
The silence stretches now, this time from you. You stare at the screen, not knowing what to say, not even sure what you could say.
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you finally realize what's happening. You didn't even think that he might already be home.
You set the phone down, cover your face with your hands, and groan softly into your palms.
Then — another buzz.
You felt your heart jump into your throat.
You reach for it hesitantly, scared of what he might’ve said next. And when you finally gather the courage to look:
Beomgyu: I’m so hard right now. I need you. Help me out?
You freeze, fingers gripping the edges of your phone like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. Your heart is pounding — hard enough that you feel it echo in your throat.
You don't know what to say. You don't know how to respond.
Beomgyu: Y/N, please?
Your thumbs hover, unsure and nervous, but also... curious.
You: how?
You hit send before you can talk yourself out of it.
The moment stretches. A beat. Two.
Then, your screen lights up again.
Beomgyu: I’m outside your door.
You jolt, head snapping toward the door like it might vanish if you blink.
He’s here?
Like, right now?
You sit up straighter, adrenaline rushing through you in one wild, dizzying wave. You don’t even remember hearing his footsteps— didn’t hear the hallway creak or his soft knock.
But now, he’s standing just on the other side of that door. Waiting.
Your phone buzzes again.
Beomgyu: Open the door for me, please?
Your breath hitches.
With trembling hands, you retrieve your discarded shorts and panties from the floor, sliding them back on in a hasty attempt to regain some semblance of decency.
You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before you tiptoe to the door. You pause, one last second of hesitation before slowly pulling it open. The soft click of the lock sounding louder than a gunshot in the stillness of the night.
And there he is.
Beomgyu.
His hair is a mess, like he’d been running his fingers through it over and over. He’s still dressed in what he wore earlier. That effortlessly casual fit that always looked too good on him, but now it’s a little rumpled, like he’d been pacing or shifting anxiously.
His chest is rising and falling faster than usual. And when his eyes meet yours, it knocks the air right out of you.
There's something hungry in them. Unmistakable.
He looks like he wants to say something— maybe explain, maybe apologize — but all of it dies on his tongue as his gaze sweeps over you. Slowly. Almost reverently.
Like you’re the only thing he sees.
And when his eyes return to yours, they’re darker now, filled with something raw, something intense.
He's looking at you with so much hunger in his eyes that it makes you weak in the knees. He looks like he wants to devour you. He looks like he needs you; Like he can't wait another second without you, like he’s barely holding himself back.
You open your mouth slightly to speak, but before you can even say anything, he's already on you.
He pushes you back into your room and closes the door behind him. He pushes you down onto your bed and gets on top of you. He starts kissing you passionately, like he's been wanting to do this for so long.
His hands explore you, tracing the familiar curves and planes of your body, igniting every nerve with each touch. The kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in it—breathless and dizzy.
“Beomgyu,” you murmur against his lips, the sound barely a whisper but loaded with feeling.
He breaks away slowly, eyes dark and shimmering with something raw and desperate.
“Y/N,” he breathes out, his voice thick and husky with desire that it's coming out almost shaky,“I need you. I need you so bad, it’s driving me crazy.”
You hesitate, looking away quickly, your cheeks burning, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
“I wanted to talk to you first,” you whisper, “About what happened. Before… before anything else.”
His bottom lip trembles, and his voice drops to a whiny, almost heartbreaking tone.
“That’s not fair,” he says, sounding half upset, half desperate.
“You just—you got off thinking about me, and now that I'm here you won’t even help me? Please, Y/N…” He cups your face, turning your head slightly to make you face him,“Don't beat yourself up about this. We both know you want it. We both know that you want me. I can feel it.”
You couldn't speak. His breathy voice, full of desperation and need, suddenly sends a jolt of electricity throughout your body. He's so close to you, and it's making you dizzy with want.
But you can't just jump into this again without even talking about what happened. That's not how it should be.
“Beomgyu...I—” You try to say something, but you can't. He senses your hesitation, and his eyes soften a little.
You try to pull back, but he tightens his hold gently, eyes begging.“It's okay. We can talk about this afterwards...but right now,” he murmurs, voice cracking,“I need you, please.”
His desperation is almost heartbreaking, and despite every warning in your mind, your body betrays you with a tremble.
He's asking you for permission. He's giving you a chance to back out, but you don't want to. You want this. You want him. And that's all that matters right now.
You nod slowly, giving him the permission he's asking for. You move your hand to the back of his head, slightly pulling him in closer. He gets the hint and immediately captures your lips with his once more.
His hand trails down your body, touching and caressing you everywhere. He knows what he's doing, and it's driving you crazy. His hands are so warm on your skin, and his lips are so soft against yours.
You can't get enough of him. You want more and more of him. You want all of him.
His lips trail down to your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. His teeth graze your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. He's making you feel so good, and you can't get enough of it. He's driving you crazy with desire.
“Been wanting to do this again, couldn't stop thinking about it…” he pulls away just a little, his lips moving up to your ear. He licks your earlobe teasingly as he whispers into your ear, his voice breathy and desperate.
“Fuck, Y/N. You don't know what you do to me.”
He bites your earlobe, and you moan in response. His lips trail down your neck once more, this time to your collarbone. He kisses and licks at the skin there, making you even more aroused.
You can feel his hard cock on your thigh, strained by his pants and it's making you even wetter. You want it. You need it inside of you.
“Beomgyu, please…” You beg, wanting more of him.
He looks up at you and smirks. He knows what you want. He knows what you need.
His lips start trailing down to your chest, his hand pushing your shirt up to reveal your breasts to him. He starts sucking on one of your nipples, making you moan in pleasure. His other hand is squeezing and caressing your other breast, making you even more turned on.
“Beomgyu—!” You can't help but moan as he bites and sucks on your nipples. The sensation was driving you to the edge.
He switches to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the other one. His hand is on your thigh now, trailing up to your pussy. He starts rubbing it through your panties, and you can't help but squirm at the sensation.
“You're so fucking wet, I wanna eat you out. Can I? Please?” He asks as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.
You nod, unable to say no to him, not when he's looking at you like that. And especially not when you want it too. He smirks and immediately takes off your panties. He throws them across the room before diving in, eager to taste you.
His mouth is on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit. His tongue flicks at the sensitive bud, making you moan even louder. He's eating you out like a starving man, like he can't get enough of you. And you love it. You love the way he's making you feel. You love how he's pleasuring you.
His tongue enters your hole, making you moan out his name. His finger enters you as well, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. His mouth is still on your clit, sucking and licking at it. Adding another finger inside you, he starts to fuck you harder with his fingers, his tongue still on your clit. And it's driving you insane.
“Feels so good...Ah—Beomgyu!” you scream out, the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you all at once becoming too much for your to handle.
You can't help but move your hips, trying to get more friction. You want more of him. You need more of him.
You feel yourself getting close and close to your release, but Beomgyu suddenly stops.
You look at him, confused and frustrated at the same time. You were so close, and yet...
“Shit. Sorry, Y/N,” he pulls away from your cunt, his face covered with your juices as he apologizes. His voice is breathy and shaky as he quickly takes off his clothes.
“S-sorry…I can't hold it…need you to touch me…” He says as he hurries to take off his hoodie. His hands are quick to unbuckle his belt, and soon he's pulling his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He throws his clothes across the room, not caring where it lands.
You take him in, his naked frame hovering above you. You can’t help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of him.
Heat rushes straight to your core as you take in the sight of his naked body. Your cunt is leaking, and you know you’re already wet for him.
He sees the shift in your expression, and a knowing smirk forms on the corners of his lips. His eyes darken with lust as he looks at you, taking in the way you’re looking at his body. He knows you like what you see.
Without saying anything, he takes your hand and slowly guides it to his hard cock. It’s already leaking pre-cum, and you can feel the heat radiating from it. You can see the pre-cum oozing out of the tip, and you find yourself licking your lips at the sight. You want to taste him. You want to feel his cock in your mouth.
He moans softly as your hand wraps around his cock. You start pumping it, feeling him twitch in your hand as you stroke him.
“F-fuck, Y/N…keep going…” He moans, his eyes closing in pleasure as you move your hand faster.
However, your hand slows down as you lean closer to him. You plant a kiss on the tip of his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes— as if asking for his permission to take him into your warm mouth.
His eyes open at the sudden change of pace, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. He’s looking at you with so much need and desire that it makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, like you’re the only one who can satisfy him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice breathy and hot with need,“You wanna suck me off?”
“Mhmm...” You nod, looking at him expectantly.“Can I?” You ask, your voice soft and gentle. He groans at your words, his hips bucking slightly.
Beomgyu's eyes widen a fraction, and he nods vigorously, the anticipation thick in the air.“Yes, yes, please.” He whispers, his voice strained with need.
You lean in, your plush lips wrapping around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the tip as you taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You take him in deeper, inch by inch, feeling his size stretch your mouth. His eyes roll back in pleasure, his hands finding your hair, threading through the strands as he guides your movements.
You suck him with a passionate hunger that matches his own, your cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper, your tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. The room fills with the sound of your wet, sloppy mouth working him over, and his harsh breaths and grunts of pleasure.
He's so hard, and you know you're doing it right. You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers through him.
“Feels so fucking good...” He gasps, his grip on your hair tightening.
You look up at him, your eyes watering slightly, but you don't stop. You love the way he looks at you when you're like this, like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him.
And just when you think you can't take it anymore, he pulls away, panting,“Wait—not like this, Y/N,” he says, his voice thick with need.“I want to be inside you when I cum.”
Your heart skips a beat and you nod, your cheeks flushed at his words. You're ready for him. You're ready to feel him inside you. You want him to fill you up, to make you his. And you know he wants it just as much as you do.
He moves closer to you, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands roam your body, touching every inch of you. His touch sets your skin on fire, and you feel like you're going to explode with need. You’re desperate for his touch, your body aching for his cock.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you. He positions his cock at your entrance, making you gasp as his warm cock slips between your wet folds. He rubs himself on your slit, making you even wetter.
“Fuck…” He breathes out, hissing curses under his breath as he feels how wet you are.
You feel his tip hitting your sensitive clit, and you can’t help but moan.
“Beomgyu...stop teasing…” You groan, your grip on his arm tightening.
You can’t take it anymore. You need him inside you. Now. You’re so wet, and you can feel your juices running down your thighs. You want to feel every inch of him inside you. You need to feel him stretch you out, to feel him pumping in and out of your tight hole. You want to feel your cunt gripping his cock like a vice. You want to be his, and you want him to be yours. And you want it all right now.
You move your hand from his arms to cup his cheek. You gaze at his dark, lust-filled eyes, your fingers moving to touch his soft, swollen lips.
“Please… I need you inside…” You manage to breathe out.
You know there’s no turning back after this, but you don’t care. You want him. You need him. You can’t deny yourself anymore. You can’t deny the way you feel about him. You’ve wanted him since that night, and now you have him.
He looks down at you, his eyes filled with so much desire that you can’t help but feel like you’re going to combust. His fucked-out face immediately darkens, like a switch has been flipped.
“Yeah? How badly do you wanna have it, huh?” He coos, his voice husky and teasing. His fingers find your clit once more, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. You throw your head back and moan, unable to control yourself. His touch is driving you crazy with want. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s making you feel things you’ve never felt before.
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.“How badly do you want my cock inside you? Tell me, baby.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over your ear.
You felt heat rush to your core at his words, the pet name sending shivers all over your body, your pussy clenching at the thought of finally having him inside you.
“I need it,” you whisper back, your voice breathy with need.“I need your cock, Beomgyu. Want you to fill me up, please…” You moan, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers.
He groans, and you can feel his cock twitch against your slit. He wants you just as much as you want him.
“Please, Beomgyu…” You beg, your hands gripping his hair tightly,“Please, I need you…” Your voice trails off into a soft moan as his fingers continue to work on your clit.
“Fuck…” You hear him whisper, his voice strained.“You want my cock that bad, huh? Gonna feel so fucking good, baby… gonna make you feel so good…” He smirks, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continues to rub your clit.
You nod, biting your lip as you look up at him,“Yes… yes… please… Beomgyu, I need it… want your cock so bad…” You moan out, your hands moving to grip his arms.
He groans again, his cock twitching against your slit once more.“Fuck, if you keep begging like that… I'm gonna give you what you want, baby… Gonna fill you up so good…” He whispers, his voice husky with lust.
He slowly pushes inside you, inch by inch. You gasp as you feel him stretching you out. His cock is so big, and it feels so good inside you; It felt so much better than you ever imagined.
“Ah!” You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel him bottoming out. He’s so deep inside you, and it feels amazing.
He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, but he soon starts moving, pulling out until just the tip is in before slamming back inside. You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.
He starts pumping in and out, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His cock is hitting all the right spots, and you know you won’t last long.
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” He moans out, his voice strained.“So fucking wet… just for me…” He bites his lip, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.“You like that? You like my cock inside your tight little hole, baby?” He looks down at you with a grin, his thrusts never stopping.
“Yes!” You can’t help but cry out as you feel your orgasm approaching.“Yes, yes, Beomgyu! Mmmh..!!” His name is a moan on your lips, and he loves the sound of it. He loves the way you're moaning his name.
“Yeah? You love my cock, don’t you?” He smirks as he thrusts even harder and faster into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Yes! Yes, I love it! Feels so good!” You moan out, unable to stop yourself. You love the way his cock feels inside you. It feels so right. It feels like it belongs there.
He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic,“I'm about to cum soon, baby…” He groans out, “Wanna cum inside you so bad, make you mine… gonna let me fill you up?” His eyes darken with need as he looks down at you.
“Yes! Yes! Please, Beomgyu! I'm so close... please..!!” You beg, your orgasm nearing. You want to cum on his cock so badly. You want to feel it inside you when you cum. You need it.
He smirks down at you as he thrusts harder and faster. You feel yourself reach your high as you start cumming, your pussy clenching around his cock tightly. He groans, his thrusts slowing down as he cums deep inside you.
You feel his hot cum filling you up, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips. It feels so good, so right.
“Fuck, Y/N…” He moans as he pulls out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. You look at him, your eyes filled with desire and satisfaction. You know you made the right choice. You know this is what you wanted. You wanted him. And now you have him. And it felt amazing.
He soon rolls over to his back, breathing heavily from his release. You turn to your side to face him, and you soon find yourself drowning in thoughts once again, the ones you buried before when you made your decision, the feelings you never had the courage to express.
And the reality hits you once again.
You just fucked your roommate.
You just let your best friend cum inside you like it was the most normal thing to do.
You don’t even know if he feels the same way as you do. If he likes you more than a friend. If he wanted you more than just sex. You don't even fucking know if he wants you again after this.
You were about to spiral once again when you felt his fingers glaze over your ear, tucking a strand of hair that was blocking your face. You’re immediately snapped out of it when you meet his gaze. He looks at you intently, like he’s trying to convey everything without words. You felt your heart skipping a beat when he looks at you like that, like you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You see the expression in his eyes shift, but this time it’s different; It's not filled with lust.
His eyes are filled with something you’re more familiar with, one you always see in his eyes when he looks at you but tries his best to hide— the way he always looked at you like this but pretends it’s not what it looks like.
“Do you… like me?” You blurt out, immediately regretting it the moment you did.
He's taken aback, and you mentally slapped yourself.
That was so stupid! Why did you do that? Why did you have to ask that?! What if he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore after this? What if—
“Are you kidding, Y/N?” Beomgyu says seriously, almost offended as if you asked him if the Earth is flat.
You look at him like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to say.
“Of course I do,” he says with finality, his tone leaving no room for argument. You blink in surprise, not expecting him to answer that so fast.
“You’re my best friend. I love spending time with you. I can't spend a day without thinking about you. I like you… I like you so much.” He looks at you with his signature smile, the one he always gives you when he’s teasing you. But this time, there’s no teasing. There’s no denying. It’s all out there in the open. You see the sincerity in his eyes, the fondness, the love. You see everything.
“Yeah. I like you, Y/N. Fuck, more than that, actually. I’m in love with you, and have been for so long,” he says, a hint of shyness in his voice as he admits his feelings.
You can’t believe what you’re hearing. The realization hits you, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. He likes you. He’s been in love with you this whole time, and he's finally telling you. And he’s not just saying it because he wants to have sex with you again— He’s saying it because it’s true. He’s saying it because he means it. He’s saying it because you’re asking him to.
“Since when?” You find yourself asking, your voice barely a whisper. You're in shock. You can't believe you're actually having this conversation with him.
Beomgyu chuckles softly,“Since the day I met you. You caught my eye the moment I saw you.” He looks into your eyes, his gaze soft.“You stole my heart from the moment you first smiled at me,” he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, your voice still soft, but this time there's a tinge of sadness in your voice.
“I was afraid. Afraid of losing you. Afraid of ruining what we had. I was content with just being your friend, your roommate.” He sighs, his eyes looking away from yours, “But then that night happened. And I couldn’t hide it anymore. I couldn’t pretend anymore.” He turns to look at you again.
“I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you. I couldn't help but want you for myself.”
The moment he said that, everything suddenly clicked. You felt so stupid for not realizing this sooner.
You suddenly remembered all those times you became more aware of him when he lingered his gaze on you for just a second longer than he should have. His soft touches that were just a little too long. The way he knew exactly what your favorite foods are, and he’d buy them for you. The way he’d put his games on hold just to listen to you rant about your day. The way he would tell you to stop going out on dates with guys, even though he wouldn’t say why. You thought he was just being nice. You thought he was being a good roommate, a good friend. You thought that’s just how he is.
But now you know the truth. He did it all because he loves you. He did it all for you, because of you.
Because he's in love with you.
You felt your heart beating so fast at the realization, your head dizzy with thoughts you never thought possible.
“Beomgyu…” You start, unsure of how to continue. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know where this is going. You don’t know if this changes anything. You don’t know…
“It’s okay,” he says, as if reading your mind. “You don’t have to figure it out right now,” he reassures you.
“No, I—It’s just…” You trail off, looking away from his gaze.
You don’t know how to tell him. You don’t know how to put into words all the thoughts that are running in your head right now.
“It’s just… I never thought of you in that way… I always thought that I was looking too much into it whenever I noticed how you tried to make me aware of you… it was never anything more than that to me before, but then… after that night… I- I didn’t want to stop thinking about it… about you… I couldn't get you out of my head... and I don’t know what it means, I-”
The words came tumbling out of your mouth without you even noticing, but you knew he can already piece it all together.
You look up at him, expectantly, almost pleading him to help you understand what you're feeling. He just chuckles and kisses you on the forehead, stopping you in your tracks.
“Sorry, you’re just too cute, I couldn’t help it.” He mutters, his eyes filled with fondness as he stares at you. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you don’t know what else to say. You just feel your heart skip a beat.
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he starts, his voice soft and reassuring,“It’s okay to not know how you feel right now. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just… I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I wanted you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what.” His eyes are filled with sincerity, and you can see the truth in his words.
He’s telling the truth. He means it. And you can feel it in your heart.
He loves you. And you love him.
You want to tell him, to let him know, but you don’t want to say anything you’ll regret.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
“Beomgyu, I'm—” You start again, looking him in the eyes.
“I…” You trail off again, your mind going in circles. You don’t want to make a mistake.
You don’t want to hurt him, but you also don’t want to lie to him.
You don’t want him to think that you don’t care.
You don’t want him thinking that you don’t feel anything for him.
You open your mouth again, trying to find the right words, but Beomgyu cuts off your attempt.
“You don’t happen to have any plans today, do you?” He says suddenly, catching you off guard.
You shake your head immediately, confused by the change of topic.
“Great. Then go on a date with me, and you can tell me how you feel then.” He smiles, that annoying, confident smirk of his plastered on his face.
You're stunned. You can't believe what he just said. You can't believe he just asked to take you out, but at the same time, you can't help but feel the warmth in your chest. You feel like you're feeling everything all at the same time.
You take a deep breath and manage to get your words out.
“Okay. Let’s do that.”
He smiles and kisses you again, this time on the lips. You can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach, and you can’t help but smile back at him.
“Now, go take a shower and get ready. I’ll take you out on the best date ever.”
You laugh and roll your eyes,“Pretty confident there, aren’t we?” You tease him.
“Of course. I’ve seen all your failed attempts at dating. I know what not to do now,” he chuckles.“Plus, I’m going to show you how much you’ve been missing out on by not dating me sooner,” he adds, that annoying smirk back on his face again.
You roll your eyes again at his remark, but you can’t help the warmth that spreads in your chest. He’s being so absurd, so full of himself… and yet, it makes your stomach do somersaults. It makes your heart skip a beat. It makes you smile.
You hit his chest playfully, pushing him away from you.“Ugh, whatever. Just go shower already,” You say, hiding yourself under the covers.
“I’ll go shower first then. Feel free to join me if you want,” he teases you before you can stop him.
“You wish!” You scream back, hearing him chuckle as he closes your door.
You hear his laughter fading away as he goes back to his room.
You’ve been on so many dates with so many guys, and none of them made you feel the way you're feeling right now. You already knew you were going to have the time of your life, even before the date even started. You've never felt so happy, excited, and nervous all at once before.
And then you realized, everything suddenly becoming clear to you.
You already knew what your answer to Beomgyu is going to be.
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synopsis: after a disastrous date and wearing a revealing dress that you regret wearing soon enough, you storm home to vent to your roommate, Beomgyu. the one person you can always count on to listen, or so you thought. when you catch him very obviously not listening (and very clearly staring), your usual banter with him takes a sharp turn into dangerous territory. one teasing comment leads to another, and suddenly, you're making a deal you never even imagined—with a boy that you swore was strictly off-limits. no strings. it's just one night, it'll be fine, right?
pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader
tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, consent discussed but with blurred emotional boundaries (not dubious, but emotionally messy lol), slight angst idk, roommates with LOTS of tension, grinding, dry humping, p in v but no actual intercourse!!
wordcount: 3.3k
fic below the cut!!
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You slammed the apartment door a little harder than you meant to, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shoes kicked off, purse discarded, you didn’t bother with the usual routine. No makeup removal, no changing into pajamas, no mulling over texts. Just headed straight to Beomgyu’s room.
You don’t know if it’s because you’re angry, because you’re sad, or maybe because you’re feeling both at once, but you just don’t bother knocking anymore. You open the door and go straight for his bed, plopping yourself down dramatically, face-first into the pillow, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been steeped in every bad date you’d ever had.
He doesn’t seem to mind your sudden presence; in fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge it. The click of buttons, the occasional shout from his game friends, and Beomgyu’s lazy laughter surrounded his room.
You stay there quietly, waiting for him to finish his game. This wasn't the first time he was going to hear about your dates that ended up really badly.
You stared at his ceiling. It had a weird crack that looked like a lopsided cat. You didn’t know why you always noticed that. Maybe because this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in his room after some kind of disaster.
After a few minutes, you hear him say his goodbyes before he takes his headphones off and finally acknowledges your presence.
“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he said into his mic. “Emergency roommate depression. Yeah, again. Later.”
The click of his headset hitting the desk was immediately followed by the sound of him turning in his chair.
“So? How was the date?”
It’s a simple question, but you already know the answer, and so does he.
“Guess,” you mumble as you lay on your side and rest your head on one of your arms.
“I don’t even have to guess at this point.” he says, and even without looking at him, you can sense that he already knows the answer.
You sigh before sitting up and turning to face him.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers.“It’s always the same thing. I meet a guy, I like him, we agree to go on a date, I get all dressed up, and then…”
“…And then?” he asks as he leans back in his gaming chair.
“….He doesn’t show up. Or he’s just an asshole.” you finish before sighing once again.
“Asshole, huh?” he asks, and you don’t miss the hint of anger in his voice.“What did he do?”
“Oh, you know? The usual. Acted like a complete dick to me the whole night,” you say, and even though you don’t look at him, you could sense him clenching his jaw.
“Y/N, I've probably said this a hundred times by now, but you deserve better.” he says, but before he can continue, you cut him off.
“I know, I know. I just don’t understand why I keep getting these shitty dates,” you say with a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.
“Maybe it’s because you keep agreeing to go on dates with anyone who asks,” he suggests, and you can’t help but glare at him.“You should be more careful about who you go on a date with.”
“Gee, thanks for the tip.” you say sarcastically, and you could only hear him sigh.
You were still in that damn dress—the one your friend swore would make you look “irresistibly hot” even if it showed a little too much for a first date. At the time, you let her talk you into it. Now, after hours of forced small talk and red flags wrapped in cologne, you just felt exposed.
You lay sprawled across Beomgyu’s bed, on your stomach, elbows planted firmly into the mattress, chin resting in your hands as you recounted every painful second of your disaster date.
“And then—then—he told me he doesn’t believe in therapy. Like, what the hell does that even mean?”
You huffed dramatically, too wrapped up in your rant to notice the way Beomgyu's eyes had slowly drifted south. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and you glanced up that you caught him—not zoning out, but straight up staring.
His eyes lingered shamelessly on the way your dress dipped when you leaned forward. You were so caught up in your little rant that you didn’t even notice him staring at your tits until you stopped talking and looked at him.
“Beomgyu,” you call as you sit up and face him once again.“Were you even listening?”
“I was.” he replied a beat too late, voice smooth but unconvincing.
You narrowed your eyes.“I’m pouring my heart out, and you’re just—ogling me?”
“I swear I was listening, I'm sorry.” he says as he stands up and begins walking towards you.“But hey, I could make you feel better, if you’d like.”
You rolled your eyes.“You wish.”
But he kept walking toward you, deliberate and slow, and the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted, like he wasn’t just teasing anymore—sent your heart into overdrive.
“Beomgyu, what are you—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he stopped right in front of you.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and inviting.“Let me help you forget that shitty excuse of a date.”
You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. For a second, your brain stopped functioning.
This was Beomgyu. Your roommate. Your friend. Your confidant.
And yet, something in the way he was looking at you now made you wonder if you’d been blind this entire time.
“Uh, Beomgyu,” You stepped back with a nervous laugh, your heart doing weird things in your chest.“...What the fuck?”
He just shrugged, casual as ever. “You didn’t say no.”
You gaped at him.“Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?”
“What do you think?” he said, deadpan. And annoyingly enough, it was working—because even as you glared at him, your thoughts were already spiraling. You had never really let yourself think of him like that before, but now?
Now, it was like someone had turned the lights on.
Tall, confident, annoyingly attractive—and that smirk. God, that smirk could ruin you.
You hesitated, war with yourself clear in your eyes. And then, recklessly, you gave in. As stupid as it sounds, you let him do what he wants.
On one condition, though. He’s not allowed to penetrate you.
“Okay,” you say finally, voice quiet but sure. “But I'm not letting you put your dick inside me. Like, no actual sex, no penetration.”
Beomgyu blinked once, then let out a soft, amused laugh.“So I can do anything else… just not that?”
“Pretty much.” you said, trying not to sound as breathless as you felt.
He tilted his head, giving you a slow, delicious smile.
“Deal.”
And then he leaned in, one hand reaching to cradle your jaw as his lips finally found yours—warm, deliberate, and nothing like you expected.
You close your eyes and kiss him back, letting out a small moan when you feel his tongue push its way inside your mouth. You kiss him back eagerly, matching his movements as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him, making you sit up on the edge of the bed, and you do willingly. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.
He runs his hands up and down your sides before stopping at your breasts. He cups them and begins squeezing them gently, and you moan into the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as he continues to play with your tits over your dress.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you as he continues to grope your tits.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against your neck.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
You let out a breathy moan as you feel him plant kisses all over your neck.
“Always?” you ask breathlessly, and you feel him nod against your neck.
“I always thought you were attractive,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you.“I just didn't have the balls to tell you, and I regret that.”
“Then why didn’t you do anything before?” you ask, and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“I didn’t think you’d reciprocate,” he whispers before biting your neck, making you moan in pleasure.
“That feels good,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair.“More, please.”
He obeys immediately and begins sucking on your neck as he continues to play with your breasts over your dress. You let out a moan as you hold onto him tightly.
You feel him push you until you’re lying on his bed once again, and he doesn’t waste any time pulling the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare chest to him.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he stares at your tits hungrily.“Your tits are so nice.”
He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other one. You throw your head back in pleasure as you run a hand through his soft hair.
He continues to lavish attention on your tits, sucking, nibbling, and licking them, and you let out a moan each time his teeth graze over your nipple.
“Beomgyu!” you call out breathlessly as you pull him closer to your chest.
He continues his assault on your tits as he grinds his erection against your leg, and you pull him even closer. You can feel his erection straining against his pants, and it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s hard for you.
“Please,” you moan as you grip his hair tightly.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks as he pulls away from sucking your tits to look at you.
“Please, Beomgyu,” you beg.“Take this off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you breathe out as you look at him pleadingly.“Please.”
“Okay,” he says before standing up and pulling you with him.
You stand in front of him as he undresses you. You look up at him as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down and pushes it down your body, letting it pool at your feet.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out as he stares at you, eyes filled with need.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss once again. You moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you as you kiss him eagerly. He runs his hands all over your body before stopping at your ass. He squeezes your ass cheeks, causing you to moan into the kiss.
“Yeah? You like that?” he asks as he smirks against your lips.
“Mhm...” you hum, and he squeezes your ass once again, earning another moan from you.
He chuckles before pulling away completely. You look at him confused as he stands up in front of you, his hard cock straining against his pants.
“Wait, what are you doing?” you ask when you see him start to unbuckle his belt.
“Trust me,” he says as he pulls his belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor.“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
You nod, hesitant at first but choosing to trust his words, and he proceeds to pull his pants down before pulling his boxers down with them. His hard cock springs free, and your eyes widen at the size of it. You never expected him to be this big.
You look back at him, and he smirks once again as he grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed once more. He takes his cock in one hand and gives it a few pumps as he stares at you before aligning himself at your entrance.
“Can I do this at least?” he asks, and you nod your head almost frantically. The anticipation is driving you crazy.
He positions his hard length on top of the wet spot on your panties that he caused and begins rubbing himself against your clothed core. He groans as he feels your wetness, and you let out a small whimper as you feel him.
“You’re so wet, Y/N,” he groans as he picks up the pace.“Is this all for me?”
“Yes, I need you.” you moan as you spread your legs wider and tilt your hips up to meet him.
The friction feels too good, and you gasp as you tighten your grip on his arms.
“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, and he smirks at you as he quickens his pace.“Yes, just like that...”
He continues to rub himself against you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him better access.
He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again as he continues to grind his cock against you. You moan against his lips and pull him closer as you feel him grind his cock against your clit.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, and you hold onto him tighter as you grind against him, matching his pace eagerly. He moans against your lips and kisses you deeper as he grinds against you faster.
You feel him groan against your lips as he pushes your panties aside and positions himself at your slit. You feel his cock slip between your folds, and you realize that he’s not wearing a condom.
You pull away from the kiss and look at him with a mixture of want and confusion in your eyes. He smirks above you as his gaze lingers, waiting.
“Wait, Beomgyu—” you gasp as he begins moving against you. The direct contact is driving you crazy, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent thought.
“Relax, I won't put it in. I promise.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moan and throw your head back to allow him better access.“Just wanted to feel you better...”
He grinds his hips against you faster, and the feeling of his bare, hard cock rubbing against your throbbing pussy is too much. The friction against your clit is driving you insane, and you don’t think you can last much longer.
“Fuck, Beomgyu—I’m gonna—” you try to warn him, but it comes out as a jumbled mess.“I can’t—”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, as he grinds his hips harder against you. The feeling of him on top of you and the friction he’s causing is driving you closer and closer to the edge. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to an orgasm with just dry humping alone.
“Beomgyu!” you call out to him as you dig your nails into his arms.“Please—I—”
He smirks, locking eyes with you before he leans down to press his lips against yours. He kisses you deeply and passionately as you continue to grind against each other, chasing your releases.
You pull away to breathe, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. He continues to grind against you, and you buck your hips up to meet him halfway. You grip his arms tighter as you feel your orgasm building up.
You let out a loud cry as you reach your peak, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Beomgyu doesn’t stop grinding against you as he chases his own release. You ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around nothing.
You feel him stutter against you as he reaches his own release, his cum spurting out and painting your thighs white. You moan at the feeling and look down to see him covering you with his release. He continues grinding against you, riding out his release until he’s completely spent.
When he’s finished, he pulls away and lets go of your waist, allowing you to lean back on his bed. You both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breaths. You cover your face with your hands as you try to hide your embarrassment. You can’t believe what just happened.
You just dry humped your friend. Your roommate. The person that you tell all your problems to. And yet, you didn't want to admit that you needed more.
“Are you okay?” you hear Beomgyu’s voice, and you look up to see him looking at you with concern. You nod and try to smile.
“I’m fine,” you say and try to laugh it off.
He laughs softly and sits on the bed beside you. He runs a hand through your hair gently, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle. You try to ignore the way something curls in your stomach afterwards.
“Don’t worry,” he says softly.“We’ll just keep this between us.”
You nod and look up at him. You’re about to say something when his voice suddenly drops.
“Next time, though,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.“I’m not going to hold back.”
Your eyes widen as you realize what he's implying.
“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. He just chuckles and shrugs.
“I'm telling you that I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum if you’d let me.”
The words send a jolt through you—your stomach flips, your breath hitches, and suddenly you're way too aware of how little space there is between you.
You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at his smug face before he can notice the flush creeping up your neck. He dodges it easily, the pillow landing harmlessly on the floor.
“You wish,” you snap, already scrambling for your clothes, needing something to focus on that isn't the way his voice made your legs feel weak.
“This was a one-time thing, Beomgyu,” you add quickly, like saying it out loud might make it true.“It’s not happening again.”
He watches you in that maddeningly calm way of his, like he knows you’re lying before you even do. The smirk on his face is infuriating—warm and slow, like honey dripping from a secret you shouldn’t want to hear.
“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he replies easily. “Just saying, if one time ever starts to feel like it's not enough... you know where I sleep.”
Your heart stutters, your brain scrambling for a comeback that doesn’t sound like a confession. You roll your eyes instead—hard—and force yourself to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. It’s just his ego. His game. His way of teasing you.
You won’t fall for it again.
“Good night.” you mutter, refusing to look at him as you head to the door.
“Good night, Y/N.” he echoes behind you, softer this time. It sounded sincere.
You close the door gently behind you, but you don’t move. Not right away.
Your fingers hover over the doorknob. Your forehead rests against the wood. And for just a second, you let yourself replay it—the way he looked at you, touched you, told you he wanted you like it was everything to him. The way you melted under his touch, never crossing your boundaries, even though you secretly wanted him to.
You bite your lip, shake your head, and push off the door.
No.
Nuh-uh.
You’re not doing this again. Definitely not.
.....at least, that's what you told yourself.
But you would be lying if you said you weren't already thinking about what next time might feel like.
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synopsis: after a disastrous date and wearing a revealing dress that you regret wearing soon enough, you storm home to vent to your roommate, Beomgyu. the one person you can always count on to listen, or so you thought. when you catch him very obviously not listening (and very clearly staring), your usual banter with him takes a sharp turn into dangerous territory. one teasing comment leads to another, and suddenly, you're making a deal you never even imagined—with a boy that you swore was strictly off-limits. no strings. it's just one night, it'll be fine, right?
pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader
tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, consent discussed but with blurred emotional boundaries (not dubious, but emotionally messy lol), slight angst idk, roommates with LOTS of tension, grinding, dry humping, p in v but no actual intercourse!!
wordcount: 3.3k
fic below the cut!!
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You slammed the apartment door a little harder than you meant to, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shoes kicked off, purse discarded, you didn’t bother with the usual routine. No makeup removal, no changing into pajamas, no mulling over texts. Just headed straight to Beomgyu’s room.
You don’t know if it’s because you’re angry, because you’re sad, or maybe because you’re feeling both at once, but you just don’t bother knocking anymore. You open the door and go straight for his bed, plopping yourself down dramatically, face-first into the pillow, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been steeped in every bad date you’d ever had.
He doesn’t seem to mind your sudden presence; in fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge it. The click of buttons, the occasional shout from his game friends, and Beomgyu’s lazy laughter surrounded his room.
You stay there quietly, waiting for him to finish his game. This wasn't the first time he was going to hear about your dates that ended up really badly.
You stared at his ceiling. It had a weird crack that looked like a lopsided cat. You didn’t know why you always noticed that. Maybe because this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in his room after some kind of disaster.
After a few minutes, you hear him say his goodbyes before he takes his headphones off and finally acknowledges your presence.
“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he said into his mic. “Emergency roommate depression. Yeah, again. Later.”
The click of his headset hitting the desk was immediately followed by the sound of him turning in his chair.
“So? How was the date?”
It’s a simple question, but you already know the answer, and so does he.
“Guess,” you mumble as you lay on your side and rest your head on one of your arms.
“I don’t even have to guess at this point.” he says, and even without looking at him, you can sense that he already knows the answer.
You sigh before sitting up and turning to face him.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers.“It’s always the same thing. I meet a guy, I like him, we agree to go on a date, I get all dressed up, and then…”
“…And then?” he asks as he leans back in his gaming chair.
“….He doesn’t show up. Or he’s just an asshole.” you finish before sighing once again.
“Asshole, huh?” he asks, and you don’t miss the hint of anger in his voice.“What did he do?”
“Oh, you know? The usual. Acted like a complete dick to me the whole night,” you say, and even though you don’t look at him, you could sense him clenching his jaw.
“Y/N, I've probably said this a hundred times by now, but you deserve better.” he says, but before he can continue, you cut him off.
“I know, I know. I just don’t understand why I keep getting these shitty dates,” you say with a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.
“Maybe it’s because you keep agreeing to go on dates with anyone who asks,” he suggests, and you can’t help but glare at him.“You should be more careful about who you go on a date with.”
“Gee, thanks for the tip.” you say sarcastically, and you could only hear him sigh.
You were still in that damn dress—the one your friend swore would make you look “irresistibly hot” even if it showed a little too much for a first date. At the time, you let her talk you into it. Now, after hours of forced small talk and red flags wrapped in cologne, you just felt exposed.
You lay sprawled across Beomgyu’s bed, on your stomach, elbows planted firmly into the mattress, chin resting in your hands as you recounted every painful second of your disaster date.
“And then—then—he told me he doesn’t believe in therapy. Like, what the hell does that even mean?”
You huffed dramatically, too wrapped up in your rant to notice the way Beomgyu's eyes had slowly drifted south. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and you glanced up that you caught him—not zoning out, but straight up staring.
His eyes lingered shamelessly on the way your dress dipped when you leaned forward. You were so caught up in your little rant that you didn’t even notice him staring at your tits until you stopped talking and looked at him.
“Beomgyu,” you call as you sit up and face him once again.“Were you even listening?”
“I was.” he replied a beat too late, voice smooth but unconvincing.
You narrowed your eyes.“I’m pouring my heart out, and you’re just—ogling me?”
“I swear I was listening, I'm sorry.” he says as he stands up and begins walking towards you.“But hey, I could make you feel better, if you’d like.”
You rolled your eyes.“You wish.”
But he kept walking toward you, deliberate and slow, and the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted, like he wasn’t just teasing anymore—sent your heart into overdrive.
“Beomgyu, what are you—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he stopped right in front of you.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and inviting.“Let me help you forget that shitty excuse of a date.”
You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. For a second, your brain stopped functioning.
This was Beomgyu. Your roommate. Your friend. Your confidant.
And yet, something in the way he was looking at you now made you wonder if you’d been blind this entire time.
“Uh, Beomgyu,” You stepped back with a nervous laugh, your heart doing weird things in your chest.“...What the fuck?”
He just shrugged, casual as ever. “You didn’t say no.”
You gaped at him.“Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?”
“What do you think?” he said, deadpan. And annoyingly enough, it was working—because even as you glared at him, your thoughts were already spiraling. You had never really let yourself think of him like that before, but now?
Now, it was like someone had turned the lights on.
Tall, confident, annoyingly attractive—and that smirk. God, that smirk could ruin you.
You hesitated, war with yourself clear in your eyes. And then, recklessly, you gave in. As stupid as it sounds, you let him do what he wants.
On one condition, though. He’s not allowed to penetrate you.
“Okay,” you say finally, voice quiet but sure. “But I'm not letting you put your dick inside me. Like, no actual sex, no penetration.”
Beomgyu blinked once, then let out a soft, amused laugh.“So I can do anything else… just not that?”
“Pretty much.” you said, trying not to sound as breathless as you felt.
He tilted his head, giving you a slow, delicious smile.
“Deal.”
And then he leaned in, one hand reaching to cradle your jaw as his lips finally found yours—warm, deliberate, and nothing like you expected.
You close your eyes and kiss him back, letting out a small moan when you feel his tongue push its way inside your mouth. You kiss him back eagerly, matching his movements as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him, making you sit up on the edge of the bed, and you do willingly. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.
He runs his hands up and down your sides before stopping at your breasts. He cups them and begins squeezing them gently, and you moan into the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as he continues to play with your tits over your dress.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you as he continues to grope your tits.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against your neck.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
You let out a breathy moan as you feel him plant kisses all over your neck.
“Always?” you ask breathlessly, and you feel him nod against your neck.
“I always thought you were attractive,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you.“I just didn't have the balls to tell you, and I regret that.”
“Then why didn’t you do anything before?” you ask, and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“I didn’t think you’d reciprocate,” he whispers before biting your neck, making you moan in pleasure.
“That feels good,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair.“More, please.”
He obeys immediately and begins sucking on your neck as he continues to play with your breasts over your dress. You let out a moan as you hold onto him tightly.
You feel him push you until you’re lying on his bed once again, and he doesn’t waste any time pulling the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare chest to him.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he stares at your tits hungrily.“Your tits are so nice.”
He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other one. You throw your head back in pleasure as you run a hand through his soft hair.
He continues to lavish attention on your tits, sucking, nibbling, and licking them, and you let out a moan each time his teeth graze over your nipple.
“Beomgyu!” you call out breathlessly as you pull him closer to your chest.
He continues his assault on your tits as he grinds his erection against your leg, and you pull him even closer. You can feel his erection straining against his pants, and it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s hard for you.
“Please,” you moan as you grip his hair tightly.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks as he pulls away from sucking your tits to look at you.
“Please, Beomgyu,” you beg.“Take this off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you breathe out as you look at him pleadingly.“Please.”
“Okay,” he says before standing up and pulling you with him.
You stand in front of him as he undresses you. You look up at him as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down and pushes it down your body, letting it pool at your feet.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out as he stares at you, eyes filled with need.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss once again. You moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you as you kiss him eagerly. He runs his hands all over your body before stopping at your ass. He squeezes your ass cheeks, causing you to moan into the kiss.
“Yeah? You like that?” he asks as he smirks against your lips.
“Mhm...” you hum, and he squeezes your ass once again, earning another moan from you.
He chuckles before pulling away completely. You look at him confused as he stands up in front of you, his hard cock straining against his pants.
“Wait, what are you doing?” you ask when you see him start to unbuckle his belt.
“Trust me,” he says as he pulls his belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor.“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
You nod, hesitant at first but choosing to trust his words, and he proceeds to pull his pants down before pulling his boxers down with them. His hard cock springs free, and your eyes widen at the size of it. You never expected him to be this big.
You look back at him, and he smirks once again as he grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed once more. He takes his cock in one hand and gives it a few pumps as he stares at you before aligning himself at your entrance.
“Can I do this at least?” he asks, and you nod your head almost frantically. The anticipation is driving you crazy.
He positions his hard length on top of the wet spot on your panties that he caused and begins rubbing himself against your clothed core. He groans as he feels your wetness, and you let out a small whimper as you feel him.
“You’re so wet, Y/N,” he groans as he picks up the pace.“Is this all for me?”
“Yes, I need you.” you moan as you spread your legs wider and tilt your hips up to meet him.
The friction feels too good, and you gasp as you tighten your grip on his arms.
“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, and he smirks at you as he quickens his pace.“Yes, just like that...”
He continues to rub himself against you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him better access.
He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again as he continues to grind his cock against you. You moan against his lips and pull him closer as you feel him grind his cock against your clit.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, and you hold onto him tighter as you grind against him, matching his pace eagerly. He moans against your lips and kisses you deeper as he grinds against you faster.
You feel him groan against your lips as he pushes your panties aside and positions himself at your slit. You feel his cock slip between your folds, and you realize that he’s not wearing a condom.
You pull away from the kiss and look at him with a mixture of want and confusion in your eyes. He smirks above you as his gaze lingers, waiting.
“Wait, Beomgyu—” you gasp as he begins moving against you. The direct contact is driving you crazy, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent thought.
“Relax, I won't put it in. I promise.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moan and throw your head back to allow him better access.“Just wanted to feel you better...”
He grinds his hips against you faster, and the feeling of his bare, hard cock rubbing against your throbbing pussy is too much. The friction against your clit is driving you insane, and you don’t think you can last much longer.
“Fuck, Beomgyu—I’m gonna—” you try to warn him, but it comes out as a jumbled mess.“I can’t—”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, as he grinds his hips harder against you. The feeling of him on top of you and the friction he’s causing is driving you closer and closer to the edge. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to an orgasm with just dry humping alone.
“Beomgyu!” you call out to him as you dig your nails into his arms.“Please—I—”
He smirks, locking eyes with you before he leans down to press his lips against yours. He kisses you deeply and passionately as you continue to grind against each other, chasing your releases.
You pull away to breathe, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. He continues to grind against you, and you buck your hips up to meet him halfway. You grip his arms tighter as you feel your orgasm building up.
You let out a loud cry as you reach your peak, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Beomgyu doesn’t stop grinding against you as he chases his own release. You ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around nothing.
You feel him stutter against you as he reaches his own release, his cum spurting out and painting your thighs white. You moan at the feeling and look down to see him covering you with his release. He continues grinding against you, riding out his release until he’s completely spent.
When he’s finished, he pulls away and lets go of your waist, allowing you to lean back on his bed. You both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breaths. You cover your face with your hands as you try to hide your embarrassment. You can’t believe what just happened.
You just dry humped your friend. Your roommate. The person that you tell all your problems to. And yet, you didn't want to admit that you needed more.
“Are you okay?” you hear Beomgyu’s voice, and you look up to see him looking at you with concern. You nod and try to smile.
“I’m fine,” you say and try to laugh it off.
He laughs softly and sits on the bed beside you. He runs a hand through your hair gently, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle. You try to ignore the way something curls in your stomach afterwards.
“Don’t worry,” he says softly.“We’ll just keep this between us.”
You nod and look up at him. You’re about to say something when his voice suddenly drops.
“Next time, though,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.“I’m not going to hold back.”
Your eyes widen as you realize what he's implying.
“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. He just chuckles and shrugs.
“I'm telling you that I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum if you’d let me.”
The words send a jolt through you—your stomach flips, your breath hitches, and suddenly you're way too aware of how little space there is between you.
You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at his smug face before he can notice the flush creeping up your neck. He dodges it easily, the pillow landing harmlessly on the floor.
“You wish,” you snap, already scrambling for your clothes, needing something to focus on that isn't the way his voice made your legs feel weak.
“This was a one-time thing, Beomgyu,” you add quickly, like saying it out loud might make it true.“It’s not happening again.”
He watches you in that maddeningly calm way of his, like he knows you’re lying before you even do. The smirk on his face is infuriating—warm and slow, like honey dripping from a secret you shouldn’t want to hear.
“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he replies easily. “Just saying, if one time ever starts to feel like it's not enough... you know where I sleep.”
Your heart stutters, your brain scrambling for a comeback that doesn’t sound like a confession. You roll your eyes instead—hard—and force yourself to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. It’s just his ego. His game. His way of teasing you.
You won’t fall for it again.
“Good night.” you mutter, refusing to look at him as you head to the door.
“Good night, Y/N.” he echoes behind you, softer this time. It sounded sincere.
You close the door gently behind you, but you don’t move. Not right away.
Your fingers hover over the doorknob. Your forehead rests against the wood. And for just a second, you let yourself replay it—the way he looked at you, touched you, told you he wanted you like it was everything to him. The way you melted under his touch, never crossing your boundaries, even though you secretly wanted him to.
You bite your lip, shake your head, and push off the door.
No.
Nuh-uh.
You’re not doing this again. Definitely not.
.....at least, that's what you told yourself.
But you would be lying if you said you weren't already thinking about what next time might feel like.
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synopsis: a night out at the club was never really your scene, but when the chaos inside pushes you to step outside for a breather, you find yourself in an unexpected encounter with Yeonjun—a captivating stranger with a charming smile and a magnetic presence. what starts as a playful banter quickly escalates into something far more intense, leaving you breathless in more ways than one. as the night unfolds, you can’t help but wonder—was this fleeting connection just a passing spark, or the start of something you never saw coming?
pairings: choi yeonjun x fem reader (non-idol au)
tags/warnings: slightly suggestive themes!! strangers to ???, kissing, making out, mentions of smoking/vaping and alcohol, yeonjun is a tease and a flirt(when is he not tbh), reader is implied to be somewhat of a nerd(more on the intelligent aspect, not really a geek). they both want each other PERIOD. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!
a/n: icb it's been months since I last posted.... i miss seeing my moots and everyone's amazing works here :"))) i'm still working on the soobin fic i've had in my drafts for a while, but here's a short yj fic I made while brainstorming(I got distracted 💔)!! this was a lazy attempt, but I like it so I'm posting it anyway. lmk if I should make a part 2 for this!!
fic below the cut!!
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This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you reluctantly agreed to join your friends at the club. You needed a break from all the studying, but the loud music, flashing lights, and the tight crowd weren't exactly your idea of stress relief.
Still, you didn't want to disappoint them, especially when they were so eager to make it a great night for you.
At first, you tried to push through, but it wasn’t long before you felt completely suffocated by the chaos. After barely managing to escape the dance floor, thanks to your friends being too drunk to notice—you stepped outside, desperate for some fresh air.
Leaning against the wall on the street corner, you inhaled from your vape, savoring the cherry flavor, letting the cool night air calm you. But just as you were starting to relax, a voice broke the silence. You turned in surprise, spotting a guy nearby, leaning casually against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His smoke mixed with the night air as he caught your gaze.
He was tall, with slightly messy black hair and sharp, almost fox-like features. He was dressed in a way that made your heart skip a beat—dangerously close to your type.
Your first thought?
Wow, he’s hot.
He seemed to notice your stare, offering a small, knowing smile.
You blink, still slightly dazed by his unexpected presence, but when he steps forward and offers a slight grin, you realize that maybe you're not as out of place as you thought.
He seems to notice the hesitation in your expression, and the corners of his lips twitch upward, as if he’s already caught on to something you haven’t quite figured out yet.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out,” he says, his voice soft but undeniably smooth. “The name's Yeonjun.”
You offer him a tentative smile, still catching your breath.“Oh, no, you're fine,” you say quickly, trying to brush off the awkwardness. “I’m y/n.”
Yeonjun nods, a little more relaxed now, his hands casually shoved in his jacket pockets. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” He gives you another grin, his eyes glinting with something playful. “So, you needed to get out of there, huh? You look like you're about to explode from the noise.”
You laugh lightly, shaking your head.“Yeah, pretty much. It's just... too much sometimes. I get that it’s supposed to be fun, but I can’t even hear my own thoughts in there.”
He chuckles, the sound easy and warm.
“I get that. It's like the music's so loud, it drowns out anything that matters.” His eyes flicker toward the club entrance before focusing back on you.
“So, what’s your story, y/n? I'm guessing you're the quiet type who’d rather study than be out here?”
You pause, then shrug. “More or less. I have exams coming up, and I thought maybe I could blow off some steam... but, uh, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.”
He nods knowingly. “Studying can be a pain. I get it.” He takes a deep drag from his cigarette and exhales slowly, watching you with an almost too-intent gaze.
“But sometimes, you just gotta be spontaneous, right? Life’s too short to keep your head buried in books all the time.”
Something about his words makes you feel a little lighter, a little more at ease. You take another hit from your vape, feeling the sweet cherry flavor coat your senses, and then glance back up at him, now genuinely curious.“So, you’re not a big fan of the club scene either, huh?”
Yeonjun tilts his head slightly, considering your question before shaking it with a small chuckle.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I dislike it,” he admits, shifting his weight against the wall. “I actually go every now and then, just for the vibes, I guess. It’s fun when you’re in the right mood.”
You raise an eyebrow at that, curiosity creeping into your expression.“Then why are you out here?”
His lips quirk into something that isn’t quite a smile, but not quite serious either. He exhales slowly before he speaks.
“Had a small argument with Beomgyu, but it's nothing serious, really.”
You feel a sudden tightness in your chest, the tension creeping into your muscles before you can stop it.
Beomgyu...?
You weren’t sure why, but finding out that Yeonjun had come here with someone made something unsettled stir inside you.
Yeonjun, however, notices the shift in your expression almost instantly. His eyes glint with something amused as he leans in just a little, voice dropping in playful amusement.
“Oh, and Beomgyu is a guy, by the way. He starts running his mouth when he gets drunk, and I didn’t have it in me to take any more of it, so I came out here for some fresh air.”
Your eyes widen slightly, caught off guard, but before you can even react, he’s already smirking.
“He’s my friend,” he continues, clearly enjoying your flustered expression.“and I'm used to it, we usually just end up talking again like it never happened.”
Your shoulders relax a little at his words, relief washing over you before you can even begin to question why you cared so much in the first place. You nod, brushing some hair behind your ear in an attempt to compose yourself.
“I see.” you mumble, feeling the heat creep up your neck.
Then, just when you think the moment has settled, Yeonjun grins—slow and teasing.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
You freeze for half a second, his words sinking in before the realization hits—and then, just like that, your face is burning.
“What?” you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head quickly. “I wasn’t—I mean, that’s not—"
Yeonjun just chuckles, tilting his head as he watches you struggle.
You stop talking before you embarrass yourself any further, quickly bringing your vape to your lips in an attempt to recover. The familiar taste coats your tongue as you exhale slowly, trying to ignore the way Yeonjun’s gaze lingers on you, amused and expectant.
Then, out of nowhere, he blurts out,
“How about you, y/n? Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
The question comes so casually, so effortlessly, that it completely catches you off guard. Mid-exhale, you inhale sharply in surprise, causing the smoke to hit the wrong way. You cough violently, your eyes widening as you try to catch your breath.
Yeonjun bursts into laughter, his head tilting back slightly.“Damn,” he chuckles, watching you struggle.“Didn’t mean to almost kill you with that one.”
You glare at him between coughs, finally managing to clear your throat.“Please warn me next time before you drop something like that." you mutter, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.
He just smirks, clearly enjoying himself. “So?”
You roll your eyes but decide to answer honestly anyway. “No, I don’t have one. Not really looking for one either—I have a lot of stuff that I need to focus on. School stuff, to be exact.”
Yeonjun hums in acknowledgment, something unreadable flickering across his expression.
Then, just as you think the conversation is shifting, he mutters under his breath,
“Good. Just making sure I wasn’t getting into any more fights tonight.”
That catches your attention. You tilt your head, furrowing your brows as you try to make sense of his words.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Yeonjun hesitates for a moment, then lets out a small, almost sheepish chuckle.
“Nothing. Just… wouldn’t want to piss off some jealous boyfriend by talking to you like this, that’s all.”
You blink, feeling his words settling in, and suddenly, your heart skips a beat. The way he says it, so casual yet laced with something deeper makes warmth creep up your neck. You weren’t sure if he was just teasing again or if there was something more behind it.
“Are you usually this straightforward?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
Yeonjun grins, leaning in slightly that makes your breath hitch.“Only when it's worth taking the risk.”
His confidence is infectious, and despite your attempts to resist it, you grin.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had a conversation like this with a stranger outside a club,” you admit, enjoying the playful tension hanging between you.
Yeonjun’s eyes glimmer with amusement as he inches closer, the proximity making your pulse race.“Maybe this was the kind of company you needed tonight.”
You hold his gaze, feeling something shift in the air between you—something unspoken yet undeniable. The cold night air brushes against your skin, but the warmth pooling in your chest drowns it out.
Then, his gaze travels down, lingering on your lips. Your breath catches as you follow his gaze. His eyes flicker up and return to yours for a moment before he leans in, slow and deliberate, pausing just enough to gauge your reaction. You inhale sharply at the closeness, your eyes darting away from his in a feeble attempt to collect yourself. But you don’t step back nor push him away.
From the corner of your eye, you see the ghost of a smirk on his lips before he dips even closer, his cheek grazing yours. His voice drops to a hushed whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.
“You're beautiful, y/n,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the tip of your ear.“Can I kiss you?”
The question lingers between you, thick with anticipation. Your body betrays you before your mind can catch up, instinctively leaning into him. Your heart pounds against your ribs, your skin burning under the close proximity.
Maybe he's right, you tell yourself. After being cooped up in your room reading through notes and trying to memorize quadratic equations the whole weekend, maybe you just needed this kind of company.
You don't know what had gotten into you, maybe it was the few sips of alcohol from earlier finally getting into your system. You tilt your face slightly as a response, just enough to answer without words.
That was all Yeonjun needed.
His lips brush against yours, soft and tentative at first, as if waiting for any sign of hesitation, for you to push him away, but there isn't. Instead, you melt into the kiss, your hands instinctively finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady and rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, one that matches your own.
Yeonjun's hands slip around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. You can feel the tension in his body as he presses you against the cold brick wall of the club, his tall frame fitting perfectly against your curves. The contrast of his warmth and the cold from the night breeze against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.
His lips are insistent, moving with a hunger that leaves you breathless. When his tongue brushes teasingly along your lower lip, you part your mouth without hesitation, granting him access. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of whiskey and the faint smell of the cigarette from earlier, something so undeniably his, something that makes you dizzy with want.
You gasp softly, the sensation of his tongue against yours sending a shockwave through your body. Your hands, which had been tentatively clutching his jacket, now slide up his chest slowly to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer still. The dimly lit alley feels like it's spinning around you, the music from inside the club fading into the background, replaced by the erratic rhythm of your racing heartbeat.
When you finally break away, breathless, your forehead rests against his as you whisper,“Yeonjun, I—I barely know you...” The words barely make it past your lips before a giggle escapes, the thrill of the moment outweighing any lingering doubt.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, his hands tightening at your waist before slipping lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back. His dark eyes search yours, a flicker of amusement and something deeper dancing in them.
“Isn't that what makes it exciting?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
You nod back at him with a sheepish smile. He kisses you again, more confidently this time, his hands on your lower back tighten, slightly pulling your closer to him.
This time, he kisses you with more certainty, more heat, his hands guiding you closer until there’s nothing left between you. You can feel your resolve slipping away, the desire for this connection with him overwhelming any reservations you might have had. Your fingers slowly tangle in his hair as you deepen the kiss, each second making it harder to think of anything beyond the feel of him—his taste, his warmth, the scent of his perfume clouding your senses, the way he holds you like he doesn’t want to let go.
Maybe it was just the lingering mental exhaustion or the fact that it had been a while since you’d kissed someone, especially like this—but Yeonjun was right. This was exactly what you needed. It had been so long since you felt this kind of rush, this dizzying surge of dopamine, that you never wanted the moment to end.
As the kiss lingers, Yeonjun pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze smoldering with a mix of desire and curiosity. His breath is warm against your lips as he murmurs,
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, his voice low and irresistible, hinting a quiet promise of something more.
Your lips part slightly, your heart pounding at the unspoken possibilities. You barely manage a nod before—
Oh, no.
The door to the club swings open with a loud creak, and suddenly, the alley is flooded with the pounding bass pouring out from the inside of the club and the unmistakable sounds of drunken laughter. Your friends stumble out, their faces flushed from alcohol, their voices slurred as they call your name.
You freeze, wide-eyed, the weight of reality crashing down on you.
Yeonjun exhales a soft chuckle, dropping his head slightly as if already anticipating your reaction. The intimate moment shatters, the heat between you dissipating as embarrassment creeps over your skin. You step back quickly, your fingers slipping from the back of his neck as you try to compose yourself.
There is absolutely no way you’re letting your friends catch you making out with a stranger outside the club.
Yeonjun watches you, something unreadable flickering across his face before he lets his hands fall away from your waist. But instead of letting you go completely, he reaches down, his fingers brushing against yours before lacing them together. The simple gesture sends another jolt through you, making your breath hitch.
“I-I should go,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with regret and hesitation.
Yeonjun nods, but his grip on your hand tightens for just a second, as if reluctant to let the moment end so easily.
“Let me get your number, at least,” he says, his tone softer now—less teasing, more sincere.
You finally meet his gaze, and for a brief moment, the noise of the world fades again. Then, with a quiet exhale, you pull out your phone, handing it to him. His fingers brush against yours as he takes it, quickly typing something before handing it back.
“Text me,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips, but there’s something genuine in his expression.“Or don’t. But I hope you do.”
“I will. Thanks for keeping me company tonight, Yeonjun.”
Your friends call your name again, their voices impatient, and you glance back at them before looking at Yeonjun one last time. With a reluctant smile, you squeeze his hand lightly before finally pulling away.
As you walk toward your friends, your pulse still racing from the encounter, you steal one final glance over your shoulder. Yeonjun is still there, leaning against the wall, watching you with that same unreadable expression.
And just before you disappear into the night, he lifts a hand in a lazy wave, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
You bite your lip, your heart still racing, as you smile back at him for a moment before turning your attention back to your friends. You walk alongside them as they chatter excitedly, their voices overlapping in a messy blur of drunken enthusiasm.
“Where the hell have you been?” Giselle asks, nudging your shoulder.“We’ve been looking for you all night!”
Julie laughs, slinging an arm around you.“Yeah! One second you were there, and then poof—gone. What were you even doing?”
You force a small smile, mumbling a vague response, but their words barely register. Their voices fade into the background, drowned out by the scene replaying over and over in your head—Yeonjun’s lips against yours, the way he whispered your name, the warmth of his fingers entwined with yours.
You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away, but the ghost of his touch lingers on your skin.
With a quiet sigh, you follow your friends back into the club, the pounding bass greeting you once more. But even as the loud music swallows you whole, you know a part of you is still out there, standing in that alley with him.
Yup, this was going to be a long night.
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synopsis: it was supposed to be just a normal hangout for you and your best friend, Taehyun until the both of you decide to add a little twist to the game of chess that you were playing, uncovering hidden truths and removing a piece of clothing with each loss. the game leads to the both of you revealing unspoken desires and dealing with the suffocating tension between you. a certain turn of events causes the both of you to discover that your friendship may evolve beyond platonic boundaries.
pairings: best friend!taehyun x fem reader
tags/warnings: nsfw content! minors dni. smut, masturbation, fingering, oral(f receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!), overstimulation, creampie, slight exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, best friends to lovers(?), freaky chess if that makes sense, LOTS of teasing and sexual tension.
wordcount: 5k!! THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n: HEOL I can't believe I'm reaching 200-400+ notes already, it all seems so surreal to me still, but i'm really thankful for all the support!! I do have to say I would consider this as my actual first smut fic(the guitarist gyu fic was just a glimpse lol) so I may have gotten carried away on some of the scenes.... i'm still not too confident with writing smut so pls go easy on me! 🙏 happy tyun month! <3
fic below the cut!!
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It was your typical Saturday afternoon when you found yourself at Taehyun's place. The weather outside
was gloomy, clouds hanging low, casting an overcast that matched the lazy mood you were in. You
knocked on the door to his apartment, a soft thud as your knuckles met the wood.
A few moments later,
the door opened, revealing your best friend, Taehyun, standing with a wide grin that revealed his dimples and perfect teeth.
“Hey, y/n, I'm glad you made it,” he greeted, stepping aside so you could enter. “So, what are we doing
today?”
You shrugged, offering a playful smirk. “I don't know. Just whatever sounds fun, I guess.”
He motioned toward his living room, where a table sat in the center. On top of it rests a chessboard which made your
heart skip a beat. You’d played countless games of chess with your siblings over the years, but to
your surprise, you recall you haven't actually played chess with Taehyun before.
Something about the
way your best friend looked at you today made you feel like this particular game might be different.
What did he come up with this time..... you thought to yourself.
“How about a chess match?” Taehyun casually suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You raised an eyebrow. “Really, Taehyun? You know I'm not exactly a pro, right?”
Taehyun chuckled. “Well, I'm not either. Besides, it's not about winning or losing. It's about...
having fun.”
You shrugged, intrigued. “Okay, sure. But if I get destroyed, I'm blaming you.”
He chuckles as he set the pieces up with practiced ease. You took your seat across from him, ready to
dive into a familiar rhythm. But as he moved his first piece—a white pawn, his eyes twinkled as he leaned back.
“Actually,” Taehyun said, his voice had a lower tone, “I was thinking we could play with a twist.”
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity visible in your expression.“A twist?”
“Yeah,” he said, his lips curling into a smile. “For every time someone gets a check on the other player,
the person who’s in check has to answer a question. No dodging. No lying. Honest answers only.”
Your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded in response. It was a bit unconventional, but it wasn’t like
you had anything to hide, and you have always been able to talk to Taehyun about anything. Still, there
was something in the air—something unspoken between you two. You couldn’t quite put your finger on
it, but it made your pulse quicken just a little. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, especially knowing how Taehyun could come up with something you'd least expect at any time.
“Deal. But don't expect me to go easy on you.” You said, picking up your knight and making your first move, dragging it across your row of pawns and placing it on the board.
The game began smoothly, both of you slipping into familiar roles. Taehyun's confidence was clear as always, despite it being your first time playing chess with him, it was clear he wasn't going to go easy on you. The sound of the pieces clicking into place was oddly comforting.
But the twist, the questions, were a different element altogether. You found yourself becoming more aware of Taehyun's every move, every glance.
You couldn’t
help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you as he moved his pieces.
You tried your best to keep calm, but you couldn't deny that it was slightly affecting your ability to focus.
By the time you’d captured his bishop, it was already becoming clear that this wouldn’t be a typical
match. Your thoughts were scattered; you weren't focused solely on the game anymore.
When you made a bold move, putting him in check, you grinned. “Check,” you muttered softly, eyes
glinting with playful mischief. “Alright, question time.”
Taehyun adjusted in his seat, grinning as if he was starting to have a glimpse of where this game was heading. “Ask
away.”
You leaned back slightly, tapping your chin as you thought. “If you could change one thing about our
friendship, what would it be?”
He blinked in surprise, not expecting such a serious question coming from you. He pauses for a minute before replying, “Wow, I wasn't expecting that kind of question.”
“Don't give me that, you added these rules in the first place. Honest answers only, remember?” you chuckled, seeing how he got flustered after your question. You were just starting to enjoy this game, after all.
You observed him as he contemplated, biting his lower lip as if he was trying to find the right words before answering. You couldn't hide the smile tugging from the corners of your lips as you figured from his hesitation that he was starting to regret adding these rules to what was supposed to be a simple chess game in the first place.
There was an immediate shift in his expression as he answers, however, catching you off guard.
“Nothing. I like how our friendship is right now. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
As his words settled in, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment creep in before you could stop it. You had hoped—just maybe—that his answer would hint at something more, something beyond friendship. But instead, it was safe and neutral. You swallowed the feeling quickly, masking it with a chuckle as you leaned back slightly.
“Good answer,” you said, forcing an easygoing tone.
But your mind lingered on it longer than it should have, and it showed in your next move, as much as you didn't want for it to. Your fingers hesitated before settling on the wrong piece. Taehyun, always perceptive, caught the shift on your behavior immediately. He could have called you out on it, but he didn’t have to. Instead, he seized the opportunity on the board, swiftly capturing one of your pieces and cornering you into a check.
A small smirk played on his lips as he rested his chin on his hand. “Check,” he murmured, then tilted his head slightly.“My turn.”
His eyes held yours for a second too long, and then he asked, almost a little directly for your liking.
“What do you think are the chances that what we have could be something more than friendship?”
Your heart stuttered.
Your eyes widened and your breath was caught in your throat, heat rushing to your face as you scrambled to form a response. Your mind raced between a thousand possible answers, each one tangled with feelings you weren't sure you were ready to admit out loud.
“I—” You hesitated, looking anywhere but at him.
Taehyun’s gaze didn’t waver. “No lying, y/n.” he reminded you, his voice softer this time but firm. “Just honest answers, remember?”
One thing about Taehyun is that whatever game you play with him, he definitely plays it better. You are just now realizing that you shouldn't have provoked him first.
You cleared your throat, trying to pretend your mind wasn't a mess before answering, but clearly failing as you let the words slip out of your mouth. “Um, well... I don't know. That depends. You said you liked how it is right now, and I like the way things are too, so-”
“Y/N,” Taehyun is quick to snap you out of it and you blink in confusion, your eyes meeting his gaze.
“You do know that I've known you enough to tell when you're lying or not, right?”
You stared at him, heat creeping up your neck as you tried to keep your expression neutral. “I'm not lying,” you insisted, gripping the edge of the table just a little too tightly. “I really haven't thought about it that way, and even so, I just like it the way it is now.”
Taehyun didn't say anything right away, just watched you with that knowing look that made it impossible to hide anything from him. He had always been good at reading you—probably a bit too good. It was both infuriating and terrifying, to say the least.
A small smirk curled at the edge of his lips. “Alright then,” he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair.“Why don't we up the stakes a bit?”
You narrowed your eyes, suddenly wary. “....what do you mean?”
“For every check from here on out, instead of asking a question, the person in check takes off a piece of clothing.” Taehyun suggests, not breaking eye contact.
You felt your stomach flip at the idea.“Are you serious right now?”
“As serious as you were when you said you hadn't thought about us being more than friends,” he shot back, his tone deceptively casual.
You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded.“That's ridiculous. Why would I even agree to that?”
“Because I know you'd never back down from a challenge,” he said simply, tilting his head slightly. “Unless, of course, you were lying earlier and you're actually worried about losing your focus.”
You bristled at that, fully aware that he was baiting you. And even worse, it was working.
Your pride warred with your common sense, but Taehyun just sat there, waiting, perfectly composed, perfectly unreadable. He wasn’t going to let this go, and you knew it.
You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms. You felt your heartbeat start going faster at the idea that you're going to play a much more dangerous game from now on.
“Fine. But don’t think for a second that I’m going easy on you.”
His smirk widened. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
And with that, the game resumed. Only now, the stakes were much, much higher.
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You scanned your remaining pieces, picking up your rook and aimed for his king that was left open.
“Check.” you muttered hesitantly, obviously not prepared for what was about to happen next.
You barely registered the sound of Taehyun’s sigh as he unhooked his fingers from the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion. The moment the fabric slipped away, your brain short-circuited.
Oh no.
You knew he had been working out a lot lately. He always made a point to update you—sometimes with a casual text, sometimes with a mirror selfie from the gym that you pretended not to analyze too much. But seeing him like this, right in front of you, was entirely different. His broad shoulders, the sharp definition of his abs, the way his toned arms flexed slightly as he tossed his shirt to the side—everything about him suddenly felt... distracting.
Way too distracting.
You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral, but it was a losing battle. Your thoughts were loud, so loud, and no matter how hard you tried to focus back on the game, all you could think about was how ridiculously good he looked. You were having a hard time even trying to look at the board without getting distracted by his bare torso as he sat across from you.
“Your move,” Taehyun reminded you, his voice was smooth and amused.
You blinked, realizing you had been staring just a second too long. You quickly dropped your gaze to the board, but the pieces were all a blur. What were you even doing? What was your strategy? Did you even have one?
A quiet chuckle broke your already fragile focus. You glanced up, only to see Taehyun watching you with a knowing smirk, his chin resting lazily on his hand. He wasn’t saying anything, but his expression said enough.
He knew.
He knew the effect he had on you. He knew exactly what was going through your mind, and he was enjoying every second of it.
“Why? Is there something wrong?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
You scoffed, quickly reaching for a piece just to seem composed.“Nope. Just thinking.”
“Thinking,” he echoed, clearly amused. “Right. About your next move, or something else?”
You shot him a glare, but your face was already burning, and Taehyun—ever perceptive, definitely noticed. His smirk deepened, and he let out another soft chuckle, shaking his head.
“Y/N,” he mused, his voice low and teasing, “for someone who insists they haven’t thought about us being more than friends… you sure are an open book right now.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, your voice lacking any real bite as you forced yourself to look away from his ridiculously smug expression. You needed to focus. You needed to stop thinking about the fact that Taehyun was very much shirtless, very much toned, and very much aware of how flustered you were.
With a sharp inhale, you made your move, pushing a piece forward with more force than necessary.
Big mistake.
You realized it a second too late. The moment your fingers left the piece, you internally cursed yourself. But it was too late to take it back.
Taehyun hummed, clearly noticing your slip-up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he made his move seamlessly, as if he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, your mind was still a mess, thoughts tangled between the game and the way his bare shoulders flexed slightly with each motion.
Another move. Another mistake.
You clenched your jaw, trying desperately to regain control, but the damage was already done. With each exchange, you slipped further and further into a losing position. And then, just as you were scrambling to fix things, Taehyun’s fingers moved decisively, and your heart sank.
“Check.”
You stared at the board, dread pooling in your stomach.
Oh, fuck.
No, no, no.
You were trapped. Your pieces were cornered, and there was no easy way out of it. Slowly, you lifted your gaze, only to be met with Taehyun’s expectant grin. He leaned back slightly, arms resting lazily on the chair, clearly waiting.
And that was when the real horror sank in.
You immediately regretted not wearing more layers. A jacket. A hoodie. Maybe a coat or two. Anything that could have saved you from this exact moment.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers curling around the fabric. Your pulse pounded in your ears as hesitation gripped you.
Then, before you could move any further, Taehyun's voice cut through the charged silence, soft and serious.
“You know,” he said, his teasing edge completely gone, “if you're not comfortable with this, you can just surrender and we can stop right here. I'm fine with it, but you really don't have to push yourself.”
Taehyun's gaze held yours, steady and unreadable, and for a moment, the air between you shifted. His words fully settled in, his offer to stop the game still lingering in the air.
You looked down at the board, your eyes scanning the remaining pieces. There weren’t many left. The game was reaching its final stretch, and you were dangerously close to losing. The logical choice was to surrender, to let yourself off the hook before this got even more out of hand.
But something inside you refused.
Maybe it was your competitive streak. Maybe it was the way Taehyun had been teasing you all night, getting under your skin like he always did, always so composed, so sure of himself. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that some part of you wanted to prove to yourself that you could handle this. That being this close to him, playing this ridiculous game, didn’t affect you as much as it did.
Well, it did, but you weren’t ready to admit that yet.
You exhaled slowly, lifting your gaze to meet his.“I want to keep going.”
Taehyun studied you for a moment, his usual smirk replaced by something softer, something laced with concern. “Y/N… are you sure?”
“I mean it,” you insisted, forcing a small, almost defiant smile. “What? Are you worried I might actually beat you or something?”
He didn’t answer right away, but his lips twitched, as if amused by your bravado. Still, his eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation. And when he found none—or maybe just saw that you were too stubborn to admit it, he leaned back with a sigh.
“Alright then,” he said, though his voice was quieter now.“But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Your stomach twisted as you finally gripped the hem of your shirt, heart hammering in your chest. The moment you pulled your shirt over your head and placed it to the side, the cold air of the room hit your skin instantly, sending a shiver down your spine.
If I had known I would've ended up doing this, I should've worn better underwear... you thought to yourself as you felt your face heat up.
And that’s when it really sank in.
You were sitting across from your best friend while playing chess, the both of you half-naked, just the two of you, in his apartment. Alone.
You felt the weight of the situation settle over you, a mixture of embarrassment and something else entirely crawling up your spine. Every inch of you was hyper-aware of the fact that his gaze was on you now. You weren’t looking at him, you refused to, but you could feel it. A flicker of movement in the corner of your eye, a subtle shift in his posture. You could've sworn you caught the change in his expression the moment you took off your shirt.
Still, you forced yourself to focus, swallowing hard as you reached forward to make your next move. Your fingers trembled slightly, but you steadied them, determined not to let this affect your game any more than it already had.
Even as you sensed Taehyun’s lingering gaze towards you, you kept your eyes locked on the board, pretending like this was just another match. Like your heart wasn’t just about to jump out of your chest.
Despite the undeniable tension crackling between you, the game pressed on.
Each move was careful, calculated, yet neither of you could fully ignore the underlying awareness now lingering in the air. The playful teasing had faded into something else. Something heavier, something unspoken. And through it all, Taehyun remained unusually quiet.
It wasn’t until a few moves later, when the game was teetering dangerously close to its end, that he finally broke the silence.
“So,” he said, clearing his throat as he moved a piece forward.“What should the winner get as a prize?”
You blinked, realizing only now that he hadn’t muttered a single word since you had taken off your shirt.
Your fingers, which had been hovering over your next move, paused mid-air as you glanced up at him. He was doing his best to appear nonchalant, but there was a slight stiffness in his posture, a certain tightness in his jaw that made your pulse quicken.
Was he…. struggling too?
The realization made something stir in you, a quiet thrill creeping into your chest. You felt relieved and slightly amused at the realization that he had grown awfully silent compared to how he was earlier.
So it wasn’t just you.
Your lips curved slightly as you leaned back. “I don’t know,” you mused, tilting your head. “What do you think?”
Taehyun’s eyes flickered to yours before he offered a small shrug.“How about the loser gets the winner a gift or something?”
You hummed to yourself, pretending to think it over. But really, you were studying the board, judging the current situation of your pieces. It was neck and neck now, one wrong move from either of you would decide everything.
And suddenly, an idea struck you.
You glanced up at him, feeling a boldness rise within you, fueled by the tension, by the competition, by the fact that he wasn’t as unaffected as he had seemed.
“You know what would be more interesting?” you said, voice smooth, teasing. “The loser has to do anything the winner asks them to do. Anything. No matter how extreme. There's no limit.”
Taehyun stilled for a fraction of a second. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a smirk—one that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Anything, huh?” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone.
You met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down.“Anything.”
For a moment, he just stared at you, as if measuring your resolve. Then, with a low chuckle, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.
“Alright,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly. “But just remember, Y/N… you were the one who suggested it.”
Your heart pounded at his words. There's no turning back now.... you thought to yourself.
And with that, the final stretch of the game began.
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The game had never felt more intense.
Each move was deliberate, each decision weighed carefully, but the tension between you both made it nearly impossible to think straight. The stakes were higher now, not just because of the game itself, but because of what came after. It was a battle of wits, of patience, of knowing exactly how to push each other’s limits, both in the game and outside of it. Neither of you wanted to lose.
You held your breath as Taehyun studied the board, his eyes scanning for an opening. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, his fingers resting near a piece—but then, in an unexpected moment of miscalculation,
Taehyun made the wrong move.
It was subtle, something he normally wouldn’t have overlooked, but the second his fingers left the piece, you saw it. You saw the opening you needed. You didn't hesitate.
You moved your piece with confidence, a triumphant grin spreading across your lips.
“Checkmate.”
Taehyun blinked. He looked down at the board, lips parting slightly as he replayed the sequence in his mind, and the realization flashed across his face for just a second before he sighed, leaning back.
He had lost.
For a moment, you simply stared at the board, almost not believing it yourself. You had won. You had actually beaten Taehyun. All the built-up tension, all the stress of the game, came crashing down in the form of uncontrollable excitement. Maybe a little too much, but you couldn’t help it.
“Yes! I won!” You shot up from your seat, cheering and throwing your arms up in victory. “I actually won!”
Taehyun exhaled, shaking his head as he watched you practically bounce in place. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, lips twitching. “No need to rub it in.”
“Oh, but I do need to rub it in,” you teased with a grin, slightly leaning down towards him.“Losing in the very game you suggested? That’s kind of embarrassing, don’t you think?”
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair and avoiding eye-contact with you. “I was careless. That last move… I shouldn’t have made that. But it was a close game.”
“But you did make that move,” you snickered, still basking in your victory. “And now you have to do whatever I ask. No matter how extreme. No limits, remember?”
Taehyun sighed, finally looking up at you with a small, amused shake of his head. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You won fair and square.”
Then, his expression shifted, growing more serious as he leaned forward.“So? What do you want me to do?”
You froze.
Oh, right. The prize.
You had been so focused on beating him, so determined to win, that you hadn’t actually thought about what you wanted.
Your excitement faded slightly as you sat back down, humming to yourself in thought. What did you want? You had thrown out the challenge so boldly, but now that the power was actually in your hands, you realized you had no idea what to do with it.
While you were still contemplating, Taehyun cleared his throat.
“Hey,” he muttered, voice quieter now. “While you decide, could you... put your shirt back on? The game's over, so....”
You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the request. But then you caught it—the slight unsteadiness in his tone, the way his voice was slightly shaky, the way his jaw was just a little too tense.
And when you really looked at him, you could see it. The way his fingers curled against his knee, the way his eyes flickered anywhere but directly at you. He had been keeping himself composed this entire time, but now that the game was over, his self-restraint was starting to crumble.
Your heart skipped a beat as you realized you weren't the only one struggling to keep composure. Taehyun’s usual confident facade had shown cracks tonight, and you decided to have a little fun with it. With a playful smirk tugging at your lips, you crossed your arms and refused his request outright.
“Why should I put my shirt back on?” you teased, your voice low and mischievous. “Were you too distracted by me that you couldn’t make your move properly or something? I could’ve sworn I caught you glancing at my chest earlier.”
For a moment, Taehyun’s eyes widened in mock indignation before he sighed, his defeat evident. He leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to smooth over the embarrassment.
“Believe it or not, Y/N,” he admitted, his tone softening with a trace of exasperation and honesty, “I'm a man too. I have no control of whatever physiological reaction my body has when a girl takes off her shirt in front of me.”
The confession hung in the air between you both, charged with unspoken meaning. His words, laced with vulnerability, made you feel a warmth that rivaled the playful teasing in your heart. You couldn’t help but let a genuine laugh escape, mingling amusement with the thrill of having the upper hand.
“Oh, really?” you replied, leaning in slightly as if daring him to say more.“So all those missed moves were because you were busy drooling?”
Taehyun’s cheeks flushed, and despite his best efforts to maintain composure, a reluctant smile tugged at his lips.“Maybe,” he grumbled good-naturedly.“But I can’t help it when you're… too distracting.”
In that moment, the tension shifted from the competitive spark of the game to something warmer and more intimate. The room, filled with the cool draft against your bare skin, suddenly felt charged with anticipation.
Taehyun’s honest admission had stirred something inside you, and suddenly the charged air of the room felt almost too intense to bear. In an effort to lighten the mood, you blurted out a terrible joke with a nervous chuckle, hoping to defuse the heat of the moment.
“Huh, I'm glad I won then,” you said with a lopsided grin. “I can't even imagine what you'd ask me to do for you if you ended up winning. What, were you going to ask me to kiss you or something?”
The words tumbled out almost too fast, and you chuckled awkwardly, immediately realizing the weight of your own words. For a heartbeat, silence reigned, punctuating the sudden vulnerability of the moment.
Before you could second-guess yourself, Taehyun’s expression shifted. The playful glimmer in his eyes was replaced by a resolute seriousness. Leaning forward with a calm intensity, he cut straight to the chase.
“Well, you're the winner. If you asked me to kiss you right now, I'll do it.”
The words hit you like a jolt. For an instant, your heart pounded, and you felt a flush of unexpected heat. You hadn’t meant for things to escalate so quickly, this was entirely unanticipated.
Your laughter wavered, replaced by a trembling silence. The playful banter had crossed a line, and suddenly every word felt amplified, every heartbeat echoing the gravity of the moment. You met his gaze, searching for a sign that maybe this was all just another game, but his eyes held nothing but earnest intent, leaving you breathless and uncertain of how to respond.
For a moment, you were unable to speak, unable to find the words to diffuse the tension or turn his request down. Your mind spun with every possibility, but your body responded without your conscious consent.
A warmth pooled in your core, and a tingling sensation spread across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You squirmed in place, shifting uncomfortably as the heat built in your lower abdomen. A whimper escaped from your lips before you could silence it, and with fumbling fingers, you discreetly rubbed the tops of your thighs together. The friction provided only partial relief as you tried to massage the pulsing ache away.
“I, um... Taehyun, I—” you stuttered, struggling to form coherent words. His gaze remained fixed on yours, a hint of gentle encouragement in the furrow of his brow. He was waiting for your response, and all the while, the pounding in your chest threatened to drown out your own thoughts.
You shook your head, desperate to regain control and steer the conversation back towards safer waters. Your words tumbled out in a nervous rush, contradicting the very actions your body had betrayed.
You bit down on your lower lip, hoping to contain the arousal that was building inside you. It was a futile effort; the ache between your thighs only intensified as you stole a glance at Taehyun. His gaze was fixed on yours as he waited for you to continue, his curious round eyes staring right at you seemed to only fuel your growing need.
You rubbed the tops of your thighs again, seeking any form of relief from the pulsing heat. But it was no use, and before you could stop yourself, your legs wobbled and gave way under their own strength. With an embarrassed squeak, you leaned into Taehyun, placing your hands on his shoulders for support that stopped yourself from completely falling to the floor.
Today was the first time you’d ever seen Taehyun’s shirtless. Even being this close to him and touching him like this felt strangely new and intimate to you, as if you were beginning to blur the lines that marked the boundaries of your friendship with him. But the thought fled from your mind as soon as Taehyun wrapped his right arm around your waist, providing balance and support with a gentle yet stable hold on the small of your back. Those months of him going back and forth to the gym turned out to be pretty useful in this moment, after all.
His touch sparked another jolt of electricity through your core, amplifying the pulsing ache between your thighs. A soft moan escaped from your lips, and your breathing grew heavy as you struggled to maintain your composure. You were a flushed mess, knowing Taehyun must have heard you considering how close you are to him at this moment.
You felt Taehyun’s gaze linger on you as the corner of his lips formed into a smirk.“Is this what you want?” he whispered, his voice raspy and low.“You want me to hold you like this?”
Taehyun’s warm breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the pulsing ache in your core growing stronger and harder to resist. His hold on your waist tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer as he leaned in to speak again.
“Tell me, y/n. Is that what you want me to do?”
Your mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts and desires. All the while, Taehyun held you in his embrace, his bare chest pressed against yours. The heady scent of his perfume wafted through the air, heightening your senses to an unbearable level of arousal.
You were embarrassed and desperate, clinging onto him for dear life. His body pressed against yours was more than you could handle, and every part of you wanted to surrender to the lustful urges that had taken over. It didn’t matter that Taehyun was your best friend—your best friend of four years, for goodness’ sake. In this moment, all that mattered was for only him to satisfy your desires, and no one else.
The tighter you clung onto Taehyun, the more you could feel his body pressed against yours. And the more you needed him, you needed his touch in places that you couldn’t reach on your own. Every movement seemed to press your thigh against the hard bulge of his own arousal, the heat of his crotch against your core through the fabric of his pants. The sensations combined into an overwhelming ache, and it was all you could do to hold on for dear life.
With a deep breath, you gathered up every ounce of courage to confess your desires, whispering into his ear.
“Fuck, I... need you,” you stammered, voice trembling with need. “I want you, Taehyun, please...”
The moment you uttered those words, Taehyun stiffened. There was a pause of hesitation, a moment of anticipation as you both waited for the inevitable. Then, with a playful chuckle and a teasing note in his tone, Taehyun whispered into your ear.
“Took you long enough.”
Before you could process what he’d just said, Taehyun swept you up into his arms. You squealed in surprise at the sudden shift, but it quickly turned into a gasp as he placed his fingers on your thighs, wrapping around your legs in an intimate embrace as he carries you. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to burst forth in anticipation of what was to come.
With your arms wrapped tighter around Taehyun’s shoulders, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. It felt too embarrassing, too shameful to look at your best friend knowing that you were about to cross a line from which there was no turning back. You felt him chuckle as a response and yet, you couldn’t help but cling to him, needing the support and reassurance as he carried you to his bed and laid you down.
You closed your eyes in anticipation of the inevitable, waiting for Taehyun to climb on top and cover your body with his own. But instead of the heavy weight of his frame, you felt a featherlight touch on your knee. Your eyes snapped open, and your gaze met his, the corners of his lips forming into a smirk and his gaze is fixated on you. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks from the sight of him.
Taehyun knelt between your thighs, the fingers on your knee stroking up and down the length of your leg.“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice low and husky in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
“I-” you stammered, unable to think straight. “I...please, Taehyun.”
You couldn’t seem to form any coherent words, so you let your eyes plead your case. They met his in a desperate search for an answer, but all you found was his unwavering gaze and a small smile on his lips.
“Do...please,” you whimpered helplessly, losing the battle of wills between you two.
“Please what?”
“Please...” you gasped again, struggling against the overwhelming waves of arousal that seemed to suffocate you.“I just need you,” you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Please, do anything you want with me—just...I want to cum, okay?”
You felt the flush rise to your cheeks at the words you’d just uttered. It was so unlike you, so desperate and needy. But with Taehyun looming above you like that, there was no way you could think straight.
Taehyun laughed then, a husky sound that was filled with amusement and desire. The fingers on your thigh stilled, and he looked down on you with a reassuring gaze.“Don’t worry,” he murmured.“I’ll make you cum as much as you want.”
His hand reached down to your shorts. Your breath was caught in your throat as he tugged the waistband, dragging both your shorts and your underwear down, exposing your inner thighs and core to his hungry gaze. But before you could even register the loss of clothing, Taehyun had grasped your thighs and pushed them open.
“Ah!” you squealed, arching your back from the sudden movement. Your hands flew up to cover yourself, but Taehyun soon had them pinned above your head.
“Be a good girl for me, y/n.” he chuckled as he leaned over you.“Let me get you ready first.”
You squirmed at his words, unable to stop the rising tide of desire within you. But there was only so little you could do as Taehyun started massaging your inner thighs, slowly inching his way up towards your core.
His fingers skimmed across your clit and over your pussy lips, the gentle pressure sending sparks of electricity across your nerves. Your hips arched into his touch with a will of their own, and you could feel the wetness of your arousal coating his fingertips with a growing slickness. He teased your clit with slow circles and tugs, driving the building heat between your legs to an unbearable peak.
“Taehyun,” you whined, unable to contain your pleas any longer.“Please—” your words ended in a broken moan, punctuated by the relentless teasing of his fingers on your clit.
Taehyun smiled, and his eyes never left yours as he leaned down to lick your wetness off his fingers. Your whole body flushed at the sight, and you couldn’t seem to look away from the intimate action of his tongue lapping up the evidence of your arousal.
“Please,” you begged again, losing all composure. “I need you inside me....”
Taehyun hummed, and with a teasing grin, he leaned in closer.“Okay,” he whispered into your ear.“I’m gonna give you exactly what you want. But I promise you, y/n, it’s gonna be so much better than you’ve imagined, so just trust me.”
And before you could say another word, Taehyun shifted his body, lowering himself between your thighs to leave you trembling with anticipation. His tongue flicked out, swiping over the length of your slit and over your clit. You gasped, bucking your hips in desperation as he settled his lips over your core, lapping and sucking on your arousal with a hunger that rivalled your own.
“Oh fuck—fuck! Taehyun...!!” you moaned, your mind reeling from the pleasure coursing through your body. The slick heat of Taehyun’s mouth covered you in waves of your blissful release, and you could only arch your back and succumb to the onslaught of pleasure that he had unleashed on you.
The first orgasm hit you suddenly, and all you could do was grab Taehyun’s hair with a wordless cry. Your pussy clenched with the force of your release, pulsing with an ache that threatened to tear you apart. But Taehyun didn’t let up, not even a bit. His tongue only seemed to grow more eager, his lips sealing tighter around your core as he sucked you dry with the fervour of a starving man.
The second orgasm hit you harder, and this time your voice rang out clear in the quiet of his bedroom. Your hands fell limp to the sides, too spent to do more than writhe under Taehyun’s relentless touch. And still, he wouldn’t let up. Even as your legs began to tremble with fatigue, even as your whole body trembled from the aftershocks of your second release, Taehyun’s fingers and mouth continued their ministrations.
It was more pleasure than you could take, more than your body could bear, and yet you were so desperate for his touch that you couldn’t bring yourself to say stop. All you could do was cling to the bed sheets, your mind a haze of lust and arousal as Taehyun devoured your wet pussy like it was his last meal.
Finally, it was Taehyun who drew back, his breathing heavy and his lips slick with your juices. He sat up, his gaze flicking over your body as if taking stock of what he’d accomplished. You watched him with hazy eyes, still struggling to regain your composure in the face of what you’d experienced.
Taehyun smirked then, satisfaction plain on his expression as he saw the state you were in. He reached up to wipe off his lips, and without a second thought, he pushed two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean while looking straight into your eyes. A new wave of arousal washes over you at the sight and you could only let out a whimper at the expectations of what's about to come next.
Taehyun turned back to unbuckle his belt, and you watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he tugged down his pants. His hard cock sprang free, and you gasped at the sight before you. Taehyun was big, almost impossibly big, and the throbbing of his cock only served to make you realize why he’d had to prepare you like that first.
A soft laugh escaped Taehyun’s lips as he saw your reaction.“Didn’t expect that, huh?”
You shook your head, unable to voice a response as Taehyun climbed off the bed.
“I’m not exactly carrying any condoms around, I wasn't expecting for this to happen today-” he admitted, his chuckle low and his cheeks a tint of pink from embarrassment.“So...are you okay with this? Just trust me and I'll pull out, I promise-”
You nodded hastily at his words, too desperate for him to make the offer.“I trust you, Taehyun,” you said with a gasp of breath.“I trust you.”
Taehyun smiled at your response, and without a word, he leaned forward to kiss you. His lips were hot on yours, their touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped into his mouth, and Taehyun took advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue in.
He kissed you with an intimacy that was more than enough to drive you wild, and even when he pulled back, he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned down to remove your bra, his fingers gentle as they traced over your skin and unhooked the clasp at your back. A quiet moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed over the skin of your back, but it only grew louder when he began massaging your breasts.
“Taehyun—” you whimpered, his name a broken plea on your lips.“Please—I’m—” you couldn’t finish, couldn’t get out the words to express just how desperate you were to have him inside of you. But Taehyun understood all the same.
He positioned himself between your legs again, the tip of his hard cock brushing against the slick of your entrance. You arched your back in anticipation, body trembling from the growing need within you.
“Ready?” Taehyun murmured against your ear, his breath hot on your skin.“Tell me if it hurts or if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nodded, unable to say anything else. Taehyun groaned in response, his body leaning over yours as he began to push himself in slowly. The stretch of his cock was more than enough to make you moan, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips.
“Shit, Y/N!” Taehyun cursed under his breath.“You’re so tight.” He leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle as he continued to push into your core. Your whimpers turned to cries of pleasure as he bottomed out, your whole body trembling from the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume you.
“Fuck,” Taehyun breathed, his eyes fluttering close for a moment.“Ahh, fuck—” he gasped again, drawing back before pushing into you once more.
And that was it. The thrusts started slow and shallow, but soon grew to deeper and faster thrusts. Your nails dug into Taehyun’s back, and your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer. The waves of pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to drown you in their depths. And all you could do was hold on to Taehyun with everything you had, your lips sealing over his as he fucked you into the bed with everything he had.
Your breathing came in short, desperate gasps as his cock ravaged your wet pussy, your body writhing under him as his thrusts grew deeper and faster. Every movement of his sent sparks of electricity coursing over your skin, every thrust building your need to the breaking point until you could hold on no more. With a loud cry, your body tensed, and your pussy clenched down on Taehyun’s cock with enough force to make him cry out in response.
Taehyun slowed his thrusts to give you a moment’s respite, but even as you felt the aftershocks coursing through your core, he started moving again. His cock began to pound into you harder, deeper, and you couldn’t stop the cries that fell from your lips.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Taehyun groaned, his breaths growing heavy and desperate.
“Y/N, fuck, I—” his thrusts became shorter, and you knew he was close, so close to cumming too. “I can’t—I won’t last much longer. If you want me to pull out—”
You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. “No, Taehyun— I want to feel your cum,” you gasped, your voice broken with need.“I'm on the pill, so please—I want you to fill me up....”
A soft curse escaped Taehyun’s throat, and before you could say anything else, he started rutting into you like an animal. Your whimpers grew louder, your pussy clenching down on him with a force that threatened to suck the cum right out of him. His thrusts grew wilder, deeper, until he let out one final groan and shuddered above you. The warmth of his cum flooded your core, filling you up with his load deep inside you and your own release soon followed in its wake.
Taehyun collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing the breath from your lungs. You didn’t even care, couldn’t even process the overwhelming pleasure that still coursed through you like a raging tide. All you could manage was to cling to Taehyun’s broad shoulders, holding him close as the aftershocks ravaged your core with wave after wave of your release.
And when Taehyun finally rolled over, pulling out of you with a soft grunt of pleasure, you couldn’t do anything but fall limp against the bed.
“Fuck,” Taehyun muttered, his hand reaching up to card through your hair.“That was.....amazing.”
You chuckled into his chest, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through you as his softening cock slipped from your core.
“You’re...” Taehyun whispered, his fingers brushing over the strands of your hair. His touch was light, gentle, and his words sent shivers down your spine.“I always knew that you were gorgeous but I never knew you could be so beautiful like this. I never knew you could look so cute.”
You smiled at that, his words sending warmth to your chest. You reached up, wrapping your arms around Taehyun’s neck and pulling him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you, and without any prompting, he rolled over until you were lying on his chest with his arms still wrapped around you.
“Can I clean you up?” he offered after a moment, his voice soft and gentle.
You shook your head hastily at that, the idea of being parted from him suddenly becoming unbearable.“No,” you stammered, pulling him closer as if to prevent him from moving.“Just let me stay like this, please.”
Taehyun chuckled at your words, his lips pressing against your hairline.“As long as you want,” he murmured, holding you tighter still.
The room was silent for a long moment then, neither of you doing anything but basking in the warmth of the other’s embrace. But then, suddenly and without warning, you were reminded of the answer he’d given earlier.
“Nothing”, he’d said, his response echoing in your ears like a cold slap to the face.“I like how our friendship is now. I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”
He hadn’t even thought of anything beyond that, hadn’t even considered the possibility of more. It was just you, desperate and shameless. And now—
“Why?” The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, your body suddenly tensing in Taehyun’s arms. “Why did you say that earlier?” you asked again, turning your head to look up at him.
Taehyun blinked in response, confusion plain on his features.“Say what?”
“That you didn’t want anything to change in our friendship,” you replied, your heart suddenly heavy in your chest.“I thought you—” your voice trailed off, the words too shameful to say aloud.
Taehyun’s expression changed at that, softening into an understanding gaze.“Hey—” he began, his hands smoothing over your back.
“It’s fine,” you muttered, trying to push away from him. “I get it. I guess it was just me feeling this way this whole time.”
But Taehyun didn’t let you go. Instead, he pulled you back into his arms, holding you closer as if trying to keep you from running. “Hey,” he repeated, his lips brushing over your hair.“Look, y/n, I didn’t say that because I didn’t like the idea of being with you.”
You turned your head to him, your brow furrowed with doubt.“Then why did you?”
Taehyun sighed, his arms pulling you in tighter still. “Because I didn’t know how you felt at the time,” he replied.“And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by forcing something you didn’t want.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing,
“And even if you did, I didn’t know if you’d want to stay like that in the future, or if...if it was just a one-time thing.” His voice was soft with his words, reassuring despite the uncertainty behind them.“But I’ve always liked you,” he continued.“I’ve always wanted to do this with you, if it was what you wanted.”
You were silent for a moment at that, your mind reeling with the words he’d just said. And then, finally, you smiled up at Taehyun, relief and happiness flooding your chest at the simple reassurance of his words.“I...” you began, the words threatening to spill from your lips.“I—” and then, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Oh my god, I can't believe I actually fucked my best friend,” you laughed out, your head falling on his chest.
Taehyun chuckled then, his whole body shaking with the movement.“Well, yeah,” he grinned, pulling you closer to his body. “You did.” He paused for a moment, his lips kissing over your forehead.
“We’ll deal with the consequences later. For now... let's stay Iike this for a little longer.” he trailed off, his hold on you only growing tighter.
“Okay,” you whispered, smiling to yourself as your words muffled against his chest. And as the warmth of Taehyun’s body wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but smile at the simple intimacy of the moment. It wasn’t just a game now. It was real. And despite all the unknowns that still lay ahead, there was one thing you were sure of: Taehyun would be there through it all. He would stay with you, no matter what. And that was enough to make you smile, enough to make your heart flutter with a newfound happiness.
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taglist: @tyunzznluvr @interestellear-blog @hyunelixbun @dawngyu @tubasmiracle @no1likemybbgcharlie I hope y'all like this one too!! 🫶
synopsis: when you reconnect with your childhood best friend after finding out that he finally achieved his goal of forming a band, you’re introduced to their enigmatic guitarist—a man with an intimidating aura that both intrigues and unsettles you. a chance offer for guitar tutorial sessions brings you closer, and what begins as casual lessons quickly turns into something deeper as you exchange subtle yet intimate interactions. as your feelings grow stronger, so does the undeniable tension brewing between you, complicating a bond that was never meant to be simple.
pairings: guitarist!beomgyu x fem reader ; implied soobin x yeonjun??(just crumbs. don't expect much)
tags/warnings: smut but mostly plot, grinding, dry humping but no actual intercourse, use of pet names, strangers to lovers(?), beomgyu is whiney and gets jealous easily, soobin as y/n's roommate and kai as y/n's best friend, there might be more I forgot to mention- THIS ISN'T PROOFREAD!
wordcount: 13.8k.... i got carried away :((
fic below the cut!!
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“Y/N! You awake yet?” the familiar voice of your roommate echoes through the surrounding walls of your shared apartment.
“Ugh, what does he want now....” you groan to yourself while you sit up, stretching your arms. You were just starting to wake up from what seemed like an eternal slumber.
“Yeah, what is it?” you reply while yawning, trying to imply that you literally just woke up.
“Can you please buy some eggs and bread from the mart nearby? We ran out, and I don't feel like having just bacon for breakfast.” the voice from the other side of the door responds, lowering his voice and almost muttering towards the end. You still heard it, of course.
You get up from your bed, slipping a comfy t-shirt on and tying your hair in a ponytail as you headed out of your room.
You slightly chuckle at the sight of your roommate preparing breakfast while wearing an apron with purple hearts on it. You noticed that his hair was a bit messy indicating that it hasn't been long since he woke up too, and the way the cute apron looked slightly stretched against his bigger frame, knowing he was at least 6 ft tall, wearing an apron that was clearly not made for someone of his size was quite a sight to see first thing in the morning.
“Did you hear what I said?” Soobin, your roommate, says as he shoots his sharp gaze at you while you were observing him, noticing that you looked amused at his interesting fashion choice.
“I heard you, don't worry.” you shrug. Your smile fading after seeing his clearly unamused expression. “Is there anything else you need?”
He shakes his head as a response and gets back to preparing the ingredients for breakfast.
“Alright then, I'll be right back.”
“Thanks, Y/N.” Soobin calmly says as you head back to your room to get changed.
As soon as you made it to your room, you quickly change into one of your favorite hoodies and baggy pants. You grab your phone after getting dressed and made your way out.
You were heading towards the local mart nearby where you and Soobin would often go to whenever you were missing a few items at home. You both would take turns doing housework, and it was Soobin's turn to make breakfast today so here you are, on shopping duty.
You scrolled through your phone with one hand while you stuffed the other in the pocket of your hoodie as you were walking towards the store. It was a 15 minute walk from your place, and you weren't going to get a lot of stuff, so you decided to walk. You knew you needed a bit of exercise to start your day, so this wasn't too bad.
Multiple notifications pop up at the top of the screen of your phone while you were mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. You didn't pay them much attention, until one particular notification from your best friend catches your eye.
(9+ unread messages from Hyuka)
Assuming it was something urgent, you immediately tapped on the notification popup as he isn't the type to send this much messages to you unless it's important, considering you just talked to him last night right before going to sleep. Your eyes immediately widen after reading the thread of messages he sent one after another.
Hyuka:
(hey y/n so i just woke up...)
(GUESS WHAT)
(WAIT NO DON'T ACTUALLY)
(THIS IS CRAZY???)
(YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THIS.)
(you're the first one i'm telling this to so you better keep this a secret for now, ok?)
(I actually can't believe this, wait-)
(So remember when I kept telling you I wanted to start a band?)
(you may not know it but I personally asked a few people at school)
(AND GUESS WHAT?????)
(you've probably guessed it by now ik)
(BUT I DID IT!)
(I FINALLY FOUND PEOPLE TO START A BAND WITH)
(I can't share the full details here yet but I'll def talk to you about it when we meet, kay?)
(See you soon, y/n! <3)
Your surprised expression soon turns into a smile of relief as you could almost feel your friend breaking into your phone and appearing in front of you if he could just to share the good news with you. You knew how long he was waiting for this moment and he was just so eager about wanting to start a band so he could finally showcase his love for music, and share it with the world.
Hyuka was the nickname you gave your best friend, Huening Kai. You have been friends with him for God knows how long, even to the point where his parents would even treat you like you're part of the family and your parents would do the same for him.
You had a feeling it wouldn't be too long before he could reach his dreams, you've always known that he was a genius when it came to music. He would write the most poetic lyrics, play multiple instruments, make the most beautiful melodies, heck, he even wrote you a song for your birthday that you really liked enough to make it your ringtone at some point.
Knowing that he has finally made the first step to reaching his dreams of being in a band, made you feel nothing but proud of him. You witnessed his growth throughout the years, and you knew that he was capable of so much that the world needs to hear the songs he can come up with and know how talented he is.
Before you knew it, you already arrived at the store. You replied to your friend's messages, congratulating him before placing your phone inside the pocket of your baggy pants. You grab a small cart before heading straight to the aisle where you can find what you're looking for, since you've already memorized the structure of the place after shopping here so often.
You grabbed a tray of eggs and placed it on your cart carefully. You add in a few snacks here and there, and soon enough you get to the bread section. You just chose the usual bread that you guys have at home, plopping it unto your cart. You continued to look around, picking up some of them to take a closer look.
After much thinking, you decided to get Soobin a different type of bread aside from the ones that he will be using for the usual breakfast toast. It's a known fact for you that Soobin LOVES bread, he would always bring some home for him to munch on and share with you whenever he could.
You took your time choosing which one to get for him, especially after remembering the frown on his face during your encounter with him this morning. You thought to yourself that the stress from being student council president and having to work part-time on top of that must be getting to him, so getting him a few snacks wouldn't hurt.
You recalled Soobin's favorite had a sweet red bean filling. You also wanted to grab one custard cream filled bread for yourself. Thankfully, those two flavors were right next to each other. You extended your arm to get the bread, since they were at the very top of the shelves, yet you couldn't reach the top, even after trying to get them on your tiptoes.
Feeling a bit embarrassed at your multiple attempts but still not succeeding, you looked around, trying to find some help as it was too late to just back out from getting them. Fortunately, you had found someone in the same aisle just a few steps away from you, who at first glance was definitely tall enough to reach the top of the shelf and get them for you.
Your eyes landed on a tall and lean male with long, dark brown hair resting just right above his shoulders. His bangs were slightly covering his eyes, as he slightly lowered his head to look at the product he was holding in his right hand. You immediately notice his unique sense of fashion as he was dressed in a somewhat eye-catching way.
There were layers of silver and black accessories dangling around his wrists, and his fingers were wrapped in rings. He was dressed in an oversized black tee with a huge print of what seemed to be a band logo in the front, and black ripped jeans held together by the gray belt that was wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dropped down to his leather boots that went just up around his calf, that complemented his overall fit.
Remembering the messages you read from your best friend earlier, you immediately thought to yourself how this man you just saw looks like he would be in a band just perfectly. You couldn't help but be intimidated by the vibe he gave off. You were late to realize it but you stood there, eyeing the stranger from head to toe, slowly admiring him from a distance.
“Never seen someone that's dressed like this before?” the stranger now in front of you says nonchalantly, not even sparing you a glance while still examining the product he has been holding which immediately puts you back to your senses.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you blink twice and immediately shake your head, as if you just snapped out of a spell. Realizing that the stranger noticed how you were basically staring him down, you quickly rushed to defend yourself, worried that he might have misunderstood you when you had no ill intentions.
“N-no, of course not! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare... I actually think you're dressed really well. I mean, your style fits you a lot-” you ended up blabbering about how you liked his style before you even realized it. Your mind soon puts you back in your place, reminding you why you even turned to his direction in
the first place.
“Wait, no, that's not why I was looking at you-” you sigh, a huge wave of embarrassment taking over you. You were lost in your words when you hear the stranger laugh, finding it adorable how you were a stuttering mess after he caught you staring at him and merely asked you a question.
He finally turns to your way, making eye contact with you and you immediately noticed his sharp features, a hint of eyeliner resting under his eyes, and with a closer look, you noticed that he has an almost angelic face despite the way he presented himself. You weren't sure if it was possible to be more flustered than before, but you were definitely not prepared to have an encounter like this in your local mart, on a random Thursday morning.
“I'm just kidding, don't worry. You just needed help with getting these, right?” he says as he walks closer to your direction, looking at the top row of the shelf.
You wanted to ask how he knew, but you could only imagine how he saw your countless attempts to get them for yourself before finally caving in and ask for help.
“Yes, please. Thank you...” is all you managed to say, looking down while feeling another wave of embarrassment crash upon you once again. You're just glad he was aware of the reason you looked to his direction, at least.
He stood right behind you as he reaches out to get what you needed. He moves his arms just above your shoulder carefully, making sure to not accidentally hit you while he picks up the packs of bread with ease.
“Here you go.”
You turn around to face him as he hands them over to you. You slightly raise your head to look at his face so you could thank him properly, and he shoots you over a smile. You felt your face getting warm after your eyes met.
“Thank you so much, and I'm sorry again, I hope you didn't get the wrong idea... I didn't mean to offend you in any way-” you start off, trying your best to dismiss the fact that the small distance between you was making you really nervous.
“I wasn't offended or anything, don't worry. I was just joking earlier, so don't take it too seriously.” he replies as he gives you a reassuring smile. You smile back at him in relief.
There was a small moment of silence as you both just stood there in front of each other, not saying anything.
“My name's Beomgyu, by the way.” the stranger introduces himself first, breaking the awkward silence.
You felt relieved and glad that awkward moment didn't last any longer. You have been feeling a bit uneasy ever since your conversation started, after all.
“What's your name, pretty?” he adds, the corner of his lips forming a slight smirk, while making sure to meet your eyes.
Getting flustered was one thing, but Beomgyu just managed to make you nervous at every point of your interaction with him. You weren't sure if it was because of his intimidating style, his unreal, almost angelic features, his deep and raspy voice calling you "pretty", the small distance between the both of you or just the idea of him flirting with you was making your heart beat faster and louder by the second, but you swore he could've heard it if you didn't answer him right away.
“I'm y/n.” you answered, smiling back at him, trying to cover up how you were feeling all sorts of emotions deep down at that moment.“You have a nice name, Beomgyu.”
He chuckles at your response and frankly sad attempt before replying, “Thank you. I like your name too, y/n. Will I be seeing you around?”
“Well, I live nearby and I usually go here when I need to get something in a hurry.” you hesitantly reply, unsure if this was the answer he was looking for.
“Great. I guess I'll start going here often then.”
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks once again from his response, and you immediately break eye contact. You attempt to laugh it off before responding.
“Sure, I might run into you again.” you mutter as you awkwardly laugh before looking away. You wouldn't even dare imagine the thought of seeing him here again.
You hear him chuckle for a bit before responding back. “I'll definitely say hi when I do. Well, I have to go now, I have practice in a few minutes. Guess I'll see you around then, y/n?”
Part of you was glad that you can finally get out of this situation, you have been feeling so overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions for a while now and you swear you felt yourself getting physically weak at some point, but a small part of you was also feeling sad that your encounter with Beomgyu had to end there, you just didn't want to admit it, of course.
“Yeah, see you around, Beomgyu. Thanks for your help, again.” you finally look back up at him and smile.
He smiles back and waves at you before turning to leave and walk away. You smiled back, waving your hands until you saw his silhouette disappear from your sight.
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“I'm back. Sorry to keep you waiting.” you opened the front door to your shared apartment with Soobin and soon found him lying down and facing sidewards in the small sofa that could barely fit him.
He sits up after he hears your voice and immediately reacts to the smell of his favorite bread. There were times you'd question if he was a bunny in his past life from how he acted around his favorite food.
“Did you get the red bean filled bread? Or am I just smelling things?” he looks up at you, expecting your response. You haven't seen him this alive ever since you woke up today.
You smiled while nodding as a response. He immediately gets up from the sofa and heads to your direction, rummaging through the bags of food you just brought from the store and he has a wide smile on his face after seeing that you got him his favorite bread.
“Thank you so much, y/n! You have no idea how much I needed this. Sorry for acting weird earlier, I wasn't having the best day.” he mutters while fiddling with the bread, feeling apologetic from how he acted earlier.
“That's okay. I got your back, Soobs.” you assured him as you gently tap his shoulder, letting out a small laugh as you noticed him cringe at the nickname.
You help Soobin move the stuff you brought to the fridge and decided to help out with preparing breakfast. He swiftly whipped up two servings of French toast with some bacon at the side which the both of you finished in an instant. Although your roommate wasn't the best cook, he definitely wasn't bad at cooking either. You're just glad you won't have to worry about cooking and washing the dishes for today, at least.
Soobin gets up and brings the used plates and kitchenware over to the sink, and starts washing them.
You help out in cleaning the table while he does the dishes. Teamwork makes the dream work, indeed.
“Hey, Soobin?” you start the conversation while you were both cleaning up, just to avoid any awkward silence, or at least that's what you convinced yourself. It was totally not because you couldn't stop thinking about your short encounter with Beomgyu at the store earlier.
Soobin responds with a small hum while he stays focused on washing dishes.
You hesitated for a bit. You started to question yourself whether you should bring up what happened at the store or not, but you decided to go for it anyway. It's your roommate of all people, surely he won't make a fuss about it, right?
“I'm just asking this because I'm curious, but does the name 'Beomgyu' ring a bell?” you continued, feeling a bit cautious of his response.
You heard him hum for a moment as if he was contemplating something before he finally answered.
“Beomgyu...? I would definitely remember someone with that name, but I don't think I've heard that name before. Do they go to our school?” You weren't sure why, but you felt somewhat relieved after hearing Soobin's answer.
Soobin was right. Beomgyu isn't the type of person you would forget so easily, so Soobin would surely remember Beomgyu right away when you said his name, if they actually have met before, you thought to yourself.
“No, I don't think he goes to our school. It was my first time seeing him at the store earlier. I just thought you might know who he is, since you know a lot of people at school and you visit the store more often than I do.” you explain after realizing it might have been a weird question to ask all of a sudden.
“Well, why do you ask? Does it matter if I knew who this "Beomgyu" is?” he coos, trying to analyze the situation.
Now realizing that it might have been a bad move to ask Soobin about it, you immediately stop wiping the table to look at him. You just noticed that he was done washing the dishes and he was now facing you while leaning back at the counter where the sink was.
“N-no, it's nothing. I was just curious.” you mutter, praying he wouldn't ask you any further but knowing Soobin, you knew the conversation wasn't gonna end there.
“Y/N, don't tell me....” he pauses for a bit and raises an eyebrow. “Do you li-”
(Now Playing: Ariana Grande - Daydreamin')
Before you could stop Soobin from completing his next sentence, the ringtone playing from his phone echoes through the kitchen and you let out a sigh of relief. You're just glad you didn't even have to try and end the conversation. Whoever it was, they had called just in time.
Soobin also sighs, slightly ticked off that he wasn't even able to finish his question especially after he was now curious who this Beomgyu was that you brought up out of nowhere.
He slightly taps his hands at the sides of his pants, making sure his hands were dry before picking up the phone. He opens his phone and you noticed how his eyes widened and his expression changed immediately after seeing the screen light up.
“Oh, right- I HAVE TO MEET YEONJUN HYUNG! SHIT!-” is all he managed to say while he panics for a bit before finally deciding to answer the call.
“Hyung! Sorry, have you been waiting long? I'll be right there soon!” your eyes followed Soobin as he dashed to his room, making you laugh at his antics. You weren't surprised as this wasn't the first time Soobin would act like this, especially after knowing it was from Yeonjun.
You haven't met Yeonjun yet, but you've only heard so much about him from Soobin. From what Soobin had told you, you knew that Yeonjun was a model, he was older than Soobin, and that he's someone that Soobin "owes a lot" to. That kind of explains why Soobin acts like a switch had just been flipped and he's on alert mode when it comes to Yeonjun.
You finish tidying up the table and head to the sink to wash your hands before heading back to your room and changing back into comfortable clothes.
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“Here's your large iced vanilla latte, enjoy!” Soobin smiles, flashing his dimples as he gently places the drink to the small tray in front of him and hands it over to the customer. The girl standing in front of Soobin smiles back at him before taking the tray over to her table with her friends. You noticed her friends giggling and cheering for her while she makes her way back to their table. You let out a small laugh, thinking it was adorable that there are some customers who seem to like coming to the cafe just to see your roommate.
“The boss should really give you a raise. I think this is the third time I've seen that group this week.” You slightly nudged Soobin's shoulder and whispered, just enough for him to hear. He chuckles and shakes his head while feeling embarrassed, you notice his cheeks were flushed with a tint of red.
This scenario was all too familiar to you, and it wasn't a surprise that you've had multiple customers who visited the cafe for the first time, soon turned into regulars because of Soobin. As much as you didn't want to admit it, Soobin was tall and good-looking. He had the sweetest voice whenever he would talk to the customers, he had the most captivating smile that emphasized his dimples, all of which he was fully aware that he would use those to his advantage, and it worked like a charm every time.
You respected how Soobin was dedicated to his job despite being just as busy with his countless responsibilities as the Student Council President. You may have a hard time getting used to seeing this side of him, especially since he's your roommate, but you couldn't deny that he was certainly getting the job done.
You both turn towards the entrance of the cafe as the ringing of the tiny chimes hanging above the door catches your attention. Your attention is soon diverted to the tall figure entering the premises, along with two people following behind him.
“Y/N! Soobin hyung!” a familiar voice echoes throughout the cafe.
“Kai is just as cheerful as ever, huh...” Soobin whispers back, just enough for you to hear.
You greet the tall blonde with a smile, you felt your nerves immediately loosen up after seeing your best friend, Huening Kai. He was always such a comforting presence to you. It felt like the stress you've had from school and the hours of hard work you have been doing up til' now disappeared in an instant, after seeing him come to visit you.
You noticed an unfamiliar face scoot beside Hyuka, to get a better view of the menu displayed on the screen behind you. He was slightly smaller than Hyuka, he had black hair and he had boba-like round eyes that were looking eagerly at the screen, trying to decide what to order.
“I'll have an iced americano, please.” he said, turning to you with a smile. You immediately noticed how his features turned almost cat-like after you saw him smile. You smile back at him and nod, tapping on the small screen in front of you to take his order.
“How about you, Beomgyu hyung?”
You looked up at him again, thinking you might have heard him wrong.
Beomgyu? There's no way it could be the Beomgyu you thought it was, right?
You followed his gaze as he turned to the person behind him, and your eyes widened after seeing the third person standing behind the two men in front of you.
Talk about luck.
It was, indeed, the Beomgyu that you had in mind. The person you met at the store, wearing the exact same outfit you saw him in earlier. Except this time, you noticed his hair was a bit messier, his eyeliner was slightly smudged, and he wore a guitar case like a backpack, the straps looped over his shoulders and the case resting snugly against his back.
You thought to yourself that at first glance, Beomgyu does seem like the type to play the guitar, yet you couldn't help but be surprised after seeing him anyway.
“I'll just have what you're having, thanks.” he mutters while he scrolls through his phone, not even sparing the three of you a glance.
Did he not see you? Part of you had hoped for it, even though you knew that he would eventually, especially since Hyuka will be introducing you to the both of them in a bit.
You weren't too sure how to approach him now, after your first encounter at the store earlier. Should you just wait for him to talk to
you first? Should you pretend to not know him? You felt the nervousness that you almost forgot about take over you again, and countless thoughts started to fill your mind.
“I feel like getting that too, so you can make that three iced americanos, y/n. Oh, and let me also get two chocolate chip cookies with that, please.” Hyuka completes their order with a smile, and you can sense that he was excited to tell you all about his new friends and the progress of their band.
You finish taking down their order and you repeat it back to them to confirm if you got everything correct before sending it over to Soobin. Hyuka gives you an approving nod and makes sure to thank you first before they head over to their table.
You head over to Soobin and you help out with preparing their order. You plated the cookies while he was in charge of the drinks.
“I don't think I've seen those guys before, are they Kai's friends from school?” Soobin asks while he fills the three empty cups with ice.
“I don't know, it's my first time seeing Hyuka with them either.” You shrug. Hyuka would usually visit the cafe by himself, and this was the first time he brought someone else that isn't his family. You glanced at their table as you continued to chat with Soobin but you immediately tensed up when you noticed that Beomgyu was looking at your direction.
Feeling embarrassed at the sudden eye contact, you immediately turned your head to Soobin, trying to hide your face that started heating up the moment you and Beomgyu's eyes met. You let out a nervous laugh as you carried on with your conversation with Soobin, hoping that Beomgyu didn't notice.
Soobin wraps up the order and nudged you to take a break in the meantime so you could catch up with Hyuka. You were about to refuse and tell him that you could do that after your shift ends in a few hours since Hyuka usually waits for you anyway, but Soobin insisted and he left to greet the next customer before you could say another word of protest.
Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day, and Soobin assured you that he could manage the work by himself. You promised him you would go back the moment it gets busy however, and he agreed. You would also cover for Soobin during the few times that he had to leave for something urgent in the middle of his shift, so Soobin would gladly cover for you too if the situation calls for it.
You took one glance at Hyuka's table and sighed. You were excited to finally catch up with your friend, but at the same time you were feeling nervous thinking about how it would go, meeting Beomgyu again like this.
You brought the tray containing the drinks and cookies they ordered and carefully placed it on their table. Hyuka gently taps on the empty seat beside him, signaling for you to come sit with them. You smiled at him before taking a seat. He shoots back a really cheeky smile at you in return.
Beomgyu clears his throat loudly, almost as if he intended to interrupt your little moment with Hyuka.
This catches your attention and you all turn to face him. You were surprised to see such a dark expression on Beomgyu's face, it looked as if he didn't want to be there.
“Alright guys, this is my best friend, Y/N. We've been friends for like, forever, that we're basically family now. Right, Y/N?”, Hyuka pauses for a moment and looks at you expectantly, and you felt a bit embarrassed, but you nod as a response, not wanting to let him down.
He smiles after seeing your reaction and continues, “And these guys, are my bandmates. The pretty one with the long hair right here is Beomgyu hyung! He's going to be our guitarist. I've only seen videos of him play before and I thought that he was really good, but after practicing with him and seeing it for myself earlier, I was even more impressed!”
You glance at Beomgyu's reaction and you noticed how he was basically turning red from the compliments and how enthusiastic Hyuka was about introducing him, that it made you giggle and he looked away while resting his chin on his palm as an attempt to cover his flushed face, feeling even more embarrassed. You were now especially curious to see how Beomgyu would play the guitar, especially after seeing your best friend shower him with praise.
“The cute one over here is Taehyun!” Hyuka adds and you look at the young man sitting across you.
“Please don't call me cute.” he looks at Hyuka straight in the eye with a serious expression which made the three of you laugh because doing that somehow just made him look even cuter.
“Alright then, my bad! The HANDSOME one, is Taehyun.” Hyuka retorts, still laughing
from Taehyun's response and emphasizing on the word handsome. “He is our vocalist! He's an amazing singer and he has exactly the perfect voice I had in mind for the songs I've made! Oh yeah, and he's the same age as us, but he's older than me for a few months so that technically makes him my hyung. But he insists that I don't call him hyung, so I just call him Taehyun.”
You and Taehyun exchanged smiles after Hyuka formally introduced you to them. You glanced at Beomgyu and your eyes met, which made you feel flustered. You still couldn't get used to Beomgyu meeting your eyes without feeling nervous.
You could make eye contact with Taehyun just fine, but not with Beomgyu for some reason, was it because you guys already met before Hyuka introduced them to you?
“And I'll be playing the drums.” Hyuka blurts out and you immediately turn to him with a surprised look on your face which makes him laugh. “What's with that look, y/n?”
“Nothing... I just thought you would be on the keyboard or you would play the guitar, too. I just never expected you to be the one to play the drums, really.” you muttered. You knew that Hyuka could play the drums, but it wasn't the instrument he played often so it was a surprise to you when he revealed that he was going to be their drummer.
He laughs before explaining that they needed a drummer, and he's the only one that could do it so he just went for it. He was just happy that he's finally formed a band, officially.
“How about you, y/n?” Beomgyu asks, and everyone's attention was on you now. “Do you play any instruments?”
“Well...” you were caught off guard by the question, and you weren't expecting Beomgyu to ask you that. You hesitate a bit before answering, “I know how to play the guitar a bit... Hyu- I mean, Kai, was the one who taught me how.”
Kai looks back at Beomgyu with an approving nod, looking quite proud of himself. Beomgyu on the other hand, raises an eyebrow, looking like he isn't satisfied with your answer.
“Really? We should play together sometime. I can teach you how, too.” he replied, raising the corner of his lips and forming a smirk.
There it goes again. You were starting to get used to the feeling of being flustered, nervous, and embarrassed whenever you spoke with Beomgyu. You immediately avoided eye contact after seeing how he responded.
“That's right, Beomgyu hyung is really good and I think he would be a great teacher. Plus, you're a fast learner so I trust you, y/n!” Hyuka adds, genuinely supportive of the idea. You saw Taehyun nod, agreeing with Hyuka. You laughed nervously, not even wanting to entertain the thought of how that would go, but you just couldn't say no to that now that everyone's basically on it. It won't turn out so badly as you're imagining it, right?
“Sure, maybe when we have some free time, I guess...” you muttered, in hopes of dismissing the topic
there.
“Your number.” Beomgyu places his phone on the table, right in front of you. You look down at his phone, then back at him with a confused expression. “So I could text you when I'm free, and I can teach you how to play.”
You're just now realizing that there's no turning back, and that he was actually dead serious about this. You glance at Kai and Taehyun, trying to find some sort of way out from this, but to your surprise, you see Taehyun with a smile, giving you a thumbs up and Hyuka was covering his face with his two hands as if he was blushing, eyes wide, nodding his head furiously, urging you to go type in your number already.
Lastly, you look over to Beomgyu and he just shoots you a mischievous grin. Was this really a good idea?
You were hesitant at first, but you didn't want to make it seem like you were being forced to do it. A part of you was actually looking forward to it, you were nervous yet excited to imagine meeting up with Beomgyu, just the two of you, so he could teach you and you could play together.
You were starting to feel blood rush to your cheeks at the thought, so you immediately look down to face the screen of his phone and type down your name and number, saving your information in his contacts and quickly handing him back his phone. You were hoping they didn't notice how flushed your cheeks were.
“Y/N!” you hear Soobin's voice call you from a distance, and you turn to his direction, seeing a slight panic in his expression. You didn't realize how the cafe was starting to get full, and you took this as your chance.
“Oh no, its starting to get busier. I'm sorry, I need to get back to work, Soobin needs my help. Let's catch up next time. I'll message you later, Hyuka. See you guys around then!” you said, getting up from your chair in a rush and patting Hyuka's head before quickly heading back to help out Soobin with the workload.
Hyuka starts pouting after you pat his head, him and Taehyun starts waving at your back as you rushed to get back to work. You never noticed since you left in a hurry, but Beomgyu's expression immediately darkens after you left the table. Soobin notices this however, and catches the younger boy's glare at him, as if he did something wrong.
Soon after you arrive at the counter to help out, Soobin immediately thanks you and divides the workload.
“Was this a bad time to call you back? Sorry, it was starting to get hectic.” he whispers, feeling bad and worried at the same time, and he swore could still feel Beomgyu glaring at him then.
“No, no, it was the perfect timing. You saved me there, thanks.” you whisper back at him in relief, which makes him more confused, but he doesn't question it and the both of you continue working.
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A few days have passed since Hyuka introduced Beomgyu and Taehyun to you at the cafe. Since then, you and Beomgyu have been messaging each other. He would also visit the cafe along with Taehyun and Hyuka from time to time, and you have started to feel more comfortable interacting with him, it no longer felt like you were walking on thin ice whenever you talked.
It was safe to say that you were slowly becoming good friends with Hyuka's bandmates, and Soobin also had the chance to meet them at some point. After spending some time with them for few days, you had soon found out that Hyuka and Taehyun were classmates, and it was Taehyun who asked Beomgyu, who is his roommate, to join the both of them to form a band.
Before you knew it, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you stood in front of the door to Beomgyu and Taehyun's apartment. You and Beomgyu both agreed that you would be meeting him today for guitar practice, since you both didn't have school and you didn't have to work during the weekends.
You open the front camera to your phone so you could fix your hair and check your outfit one more time. You didn't want to show up wearing something too extra or too simple, so you asked Soobin for help to choose an outfit. You both ultimately decided on a cropped tee, high waisted jeans, and a pair of converse high tops that matched your outfit. You also wore light makeup to complete your look.
You have been standing in the empty hallway of their apartment for a at least 10 minutes, trying to make yourself look presentable, adjusting the length of you shirt, fixing your hair, and doing a quick retouch to your makeup. You were just making sure that you looked decent, it's not like you were trying to impress anyone, right?
After a lot of hesitation, you took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell and looked around while waiting for the door to open. You felt like your heart almost dropped to the floor when the door opens after a few seconds.
You look up and see a half-awake Beomgyu running his left hand through his hair, while his right hand holds the door open. He was dressed rather comfortably, it was very different to the usual dark outfits he wore outside whenever you met him in the cafe with Hyuka and Taehyun. Beomgyu wore a plain white t-shirt under an oversized black cardigan, and a pair of black pants. You were used to seeing him in his usual dark and "emo" fashion, but seeing a different side to Beomgyu felt new, but you liked it.
He greeted you with a smile before you letting you in and you followed him to his room. You looked around while you nervously stepped inside his room as he closes the door behind you. He had a bunch of band posters surrounding the walls of his room and you noticed he had a shelf stocked with albums of his favorite artists. You saw that he had 3 guitars displayed at the corner of his room, next to a desk where he had a computer setup. You couldn't describe it very well, but Beomgyu's room felt very him.
“You can sit on my bed, I'll go get the guitar.” he says as he goes to pick up the guitar.
You nodded and sat at the edge of his bed carefully. Your eyes followed Beomgyu's back as he prepares the guitar that he will be using to teach you. You started to tense up, remembering the familiar feeling that you've had during your first encounter with him at the store, your heart was beating louder and faster, and you were starting to feel nervous again.
You weren't expecting to get nervous especially after you thought you were finally comfortable being around with him, but the idea of you and Beomgyu being alone in his room made you feel more nervous than ever.
You've been to Soobin's room before to get a few things, and you've always hung out with Hyuka in his room countless times, but why did this feel different? Why were you so nervous about being alone with Beomgyu in his room when you were just going to get guitar lessons with him? The more you tried to think rationally and calm yourself down, your mind wasn't helping you.
The edge of the bed dips down at Beomgyu's weight as he sits down cross-legged beside you, carrying the guitar and repositioning it just above his thigh.
“You okay? You look so nervous.” he says with a laugh as he looks down while tuning the strings of the guitar.
How did he know? Was it too obvious? A hundred questions filled your mind. You were worried you might be overanalyzing everything.
“Y-yeah, I'm okay. I'm just nervous because I haven't played in years.” you answer with an awkward laugh.
That was one of them, but you couldn't possibly tell Beomgyu that you were nervous because you're alone with him in his room, could you? You hoped he wouldn't question you any further.
“That's alright. I'm here to teach you, so don't worry.” he assures you, looking to your direction and he smiles after your eyes meet.
You smile back, feeling a bit relieved. Maybe you were just worrying over nothing.
“Besides, Taehyun won't be coming home today. It's just going to be the two of us.” he says with a hint of mischievousness in his tone. “You won't have to worry about making mistakes, no one's gonna hear them except for me.”
The feeling of relief didn't last long as Beomgyu's words echoed in your head like crazy. You were already nervous even before he told you that, and now you couldn't calm yourself down even if you tried. Your heart was racing and you felt your cheeks heating up.
Beomgyu notices the change in your expression, making him chuckle. You look away, feeling more embarrassed that he's teasing you about it.
“Let's start with something easy. I'll show you first.”
Beomgyu starts playing the guitar, soon switching between two chords simultaneously. You turn to him, paying attention to how he plays. He starts humming along the tune of the song as he strums up and down.
(Now Playing: 505 by Arctic Monkeys)
He plays up till the first chorus, stopping right before the second verse. You clap your hands, genuinely amazed from what you just watched. Hyuka was right. Beomgyu was really good at playing the guitar, and you just saw it for yourself.
Beomgyu chuckles and shakes his head, feeling a bit embarrassed at your reaction. He hands you over the guitar, and you follow him, crossing your right leg over your left leg, and you position the guitar on top of your thigh.
“I really haven't played in years, so don't make fun of me, okay?” you mutter and he laughs, finding you adorable.
“I won't, I swear.” he then demonstrates how to do the chords, placing his fingers on top of his arm, mimicking how he presses the string of the guitar. “These are the two chords you need to remember, first Dm, and then Em.”
You copy how he positions his fingers and apply that on your end, pressing the strings eagerly. You look at him, trying to check his expression if you were doing it right. He tilts his head slightly, muttering a silent hum before moving. He scoots over right behind you.
“Do you mind?” he asks first, and you were taken aback by his actions, but you shake your head, assuring him that you were okay.
Beomgyu leans forward, finally closing the distance between the both of you and he slowly wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on top of yours, guiding your left fingers to show you how to do the chords properly while guiding your right hand to show you the correct strumming pattern. Beomgyu hums while he plays the song again, this time showing you how to do it on your end as moves your hands gently.
You thought you would be okay, and that you wouldn't mind since he was just going to teach you how, but now you couldn't think straight. All you could think about was how he rested his chin on your shoulder, how his deep voice while he was humming along tickled your ears, how gentle his hands felt on top of yours, how you felt completely enamored with his scent and how you felt his warmth on your back as he embraced you.
You're not the type to engage in any physical activity with anyone, even with your family or your closest friends. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that it was your first time being this intimate with someone, and it was with Beomgyu.
You had hoped he wouldn't notice how you were basically starting to sweat from the nervousness, or how the sound of your own heart beating was louder than the guitar playing in front of you. You bit your lower lip, in hopes of hiding that you were having a hard time breathing from how fast your heartbeat was going at this point.
You were quickly brought back to your senses when you felt Beomgyu stop moving your hands and you hear him laugh.
“Geez, y/n. Were you even paying attention?” he slowly pulls away, gently letting go of your hands before moving beside you, leaving you almost frozen in place. You pull yourself together, clearing your throat before responding.
“Of course I did.” you replied, trying your best to sound normal. You were still having a hard time calming down and regaining composure, but you didn't want to get more obvious by the minute.
“Really? Show me how it's done, then.” Beomgyu says, flashing a grin while crossing his arms, paying full attention to you.
You looked at him nervously one more time before looking down to check if you positioned your fingers at the fret of the guitar correctly.
“If you do well, I'll grant one wish.” he offers, and you look up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“And if I don't?” you question. He wouldn't say that without having a catch, would he?
“Hmm... if you don't,” his voice grows deeper and more serious as he pauses before slightly leaning forward, not breaking eye contact. “Then maybe I should give you a little punishment for it.” he adds, the corner of his lips curling up to form a smirk.
You stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what he just told you. After you realized what he just said, you were about to retort him when he cut you off.
“Nah, I'm just kidding.” he pauses with a laugh before adding, “We will just have to keep going until you get it right.”
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“Y/n- Y/N!”
You were immediately brought back to your senses when you started to hear Soobin's voice echo in the background, fading in as if you just started to snap out of something.
“Are you okay? What's going on? This is like the third time today that I've seen you spacing out.” he muttered as he puts his both of his hands on your shoulders while facing you, visibly worried.
“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that.” you mutter and immediately get back to work. You hear Soobin sigh before he took his hands off of your shoulders.
You rummage through the counter before looking up to greet the customer waiting in front of you.
“Good morning! What can I get for you to-”
You weren't able to finish your sentence as you lock eyes with Beomgyu, grinning at you. You felt your cheeks go warm and your heart skip a beat.
For the past few days, you just couldn't seem to get Beomgyu out of your head, especially after your first guitar session with him. It has gotten to the point that even your roommate has noticed you spacing out multiple times, which was unusual for you since you wouldn't usually have problems focusing on work, studies and even on house chores.
You thought you needed to pull yourself together when the source of your unusual antics suddenly appeared in front of you.
“Good morning, y/n. I'll just get my usual order, thanks.” Beomgyu smiles at you, handing over the payment for his order.
“I'm on it. I'll send it to your table in a few minutes.” you smile back at him, an attempt to somehow cover up the fact that you were getting nervous again whenever you were around his presence. He nods at you as a response before heading to his table.
You turned around to get started with Beomgyu's order when you notice Soobin looking at you, raising his eyebrow as he leans on the counter with his arms crossed.
“What?” you chuckled as you question the judging expression on his face.
“I think I might have a feeling I know what has been on your mind these days since you started acting weird... or should I say, 'who'.” Soobin replies and he made sure to emphasize the last part.
“It's really nothing, Soobs. I just have a lot on my mind recently, that's all. I swear I'll do better today, so don't worry too much.” you shrug, clearly getting at what he's implying to you before leaving the counter and working on Beomgyu's order.
You knew that Soobin would be the first to notice these things, so you wanted to stop the conversation there before it turns into another nagging session from him. You were reminded of the few times you noticed how he started to act like he was your father or something, especially when you weren't being yourself. You knew he always meant well, you just weren't in the mood for it at the moment.
Soobin stared at your back as you walked away from him, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He averts his gaze over to Beomgyu's table, and immediately gets taken aback when he sees Beomgyu glaring at him as if he was about to shoot daggers with his eyes. Soobin scoffs at the sight in disbelief.
You quickly finish Beomgyu's order, placing two chocolate chip cookies and an iced caramel macchiato onto the small tray. You slightly fixed your hair before heading to his table while carrying the tray that had his order.
As you walked towards him, you noticed that he was on his phone with wireless headphones resting on his head, covering both of his ears. Sunlight spills through the window, illuminating the little table where he was seated and perfectly emphasizing his defined features. Despite his dark-presenting exterior, you can't help but notice how his face looks so angelic. It almost felt like you were observing a painting.
He notices you getting closer and turns to you, smiling as your eyes met. You smiled back, hoping he wouldn't notice the tint of pink flushing your cheeks. He takes off his headphones and puts them down to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.
“Here's your cookies and iced caramel macchiato, Beomgyu.” you carefully place the cup of coffee and plate of cookies on the table, making sure not to spill anything or make a mess. He thanks you and smiled at him as a response.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” you say while you hold the now empty tray in your hands, about to turn around when he answered, stopping you in your tracks.
“You.”
Taken aback from his response, you looked back at him with a confused expression.
Did you mishear what he said? The grin plastered on his face when you looked back at him wasn't much help when you felt your heart skip a beat.
“Sit here with me. Let's talk for a bit.” he suggests, tapping the table as a gesture to invite you to sit down on the empty chair across him.
“Beomgyu, I'm-” you were about to decline his offer when he cuts you off.
“I know, but you always make time for us whenever we visit, and it's not that busy right now.” he looks around, observing the almost empty cafe. There were only three occupied tables, including his.
“Pretty please?” Beomgyu mutters. You were taken aback by the shift in his tone, and the change in his expression, especially how he looked up at you with almost puppy-like eyes that could convince literally anyone, you thought to yourself.
You sighed before placing the tray on the table and sat down facing him, taking him on his offer.
“Fine, but only for a few minutes, okay?”
He smiles at you before taking a sip of the coffee you prepared for him. You noticed how his eyes widened after taking a sip and he nods slowly while savoring the drink, implying that he approves of it.
You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. Soobin usually prepares the drinks while you're in charge of the counter but today wasn't a busy day so you decided to do Beomgyu's order. You were just glad that he liked it.
“So, where's Kai and Taehyun? Don't you guys usually come together?” you asked, a hint of curiosity visible in your tone. This was the first time he came by himself so you wondered if something had happened.
“Dunno. I never got to ask them. I'm sure they wouldn't really mind, though.” he replies almost nonchalantly as he continues to sip on his drink.
Not quite the answer you were expecting to get, but you didn't question him further. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you turned to the glass window just beside the table. Outside, the city wakes up, people hurrying past, but here, in the small and cozy space of the cafe, time feels like it slows down. A short moment of silence fills the air.
“Aren't you going to ask me why I came here so early?” Beomgyu mutters after a while, breaking the silence.
You look at him for a moment before saying anything. He also rested his chin on the palm of his hand, except he wasn't looking out the window, but facing you directly. It was almost as if he was observing you, and silently admiring your features. The thought of him gazing at you intently sent your mind spiraling and you almost felt like your heart was going to explode.
“Alright then, why did you come here by yourself so early?”
Beomgyu leans forward, slowly closing the distance between the both of you with his face still resting on his hand.
“It's because I wanted to see you.” Beomgyu replies, still staring into your eyes. His gaze was somehow intense, yet it felt gentle. His voice was deep and soft at the same time that it almost sounded like a whisper.
You sat there with widened eyes as a fluttering sensation begins in your stomach, like tiny wings beating against the walls of your insides. A mix of excitement and nervousness runs through your veins, a feeling that is only too familiar whenever you were with Beomgyu.
Your cheeks and ears were warm and you felt a weird sensation all over your body. You swore if he could come any closer he could probably hear the raging sound of your heartbeat by now. His answer pierced through your ears, and you were once again intoxicated by the effect he had on you.
You immediately turned away, breaking eye contact before you could completely get lost in your thoughts.
“You know you could still see me even if you went with the others, right?” you respond, a desperate
attempt at trying to keep calm and handle the situation you were in.
“I know, but I want you to pay attention to me, just me. This is different.” he responds almost immediately, and you could tell he was serious despite not looking at him just by the tone of his voice.
“Well, you got what you wanted, I guess...” you muttered and you heard Beomgyu chuckle at your flustered state.
Your heart flutters, each beat echoing in your ears. You glance around to make sure no one, especially Beomgyu, hasn't noticed. The feeling is both delightful and awkward, leaving you wishing to disappear and yet wanting to bask in the sensation a little longer.
“Did you two fight or something?” Beomgyu asks and you looked at him with a confused expression on his face. You noticed that he was facing towards the counter, looking at Soobin. You realize that he was probably referring to what happened earlier.
“You mean Soobin? No, we didn't.” you answered and you heard a soft hum from him as a response.
“Huh... weird. It sure seemed like it.”
“He's just looking out for me, that's all.”
“Soobin.... he's not your boyfriend, is he?” Beomgyu mutters while fiddling with the straw from the iced caramel macchiato.
You blinked, momentarily stunned by Beomgyu’s question. The idea of Soobin being your boyfriend seemed completely out of left field. For a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. You quickly shook your head, trying to clear up the confusion before it could spiral further.
“Uh… What? Soobin? No, no, of course not,” you finally stammered, trying to shake off the strange feeling of discomfort that suddenly settled in your chest.
“He's just my roommate. We're just friends, nothing more than that.”
Beomgyu looked at you for a long second, his eyes slightly narrowed as if he were searching for something you weren't saying. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he fiddled with the straw, and it clicked. It made you wonder if he was trying to figure something out, something about you, maybe.
Wait. Is he... jealous?
Your heart raced a little faster, and you couldn’t help but glance away for a second to collect your thoughts. Why was he jealous?
You had to admit, you hadn’t really expected Beomgyu to react this way. His usual carefree attitude seemed to have disappeared, replaced by something else. You couldn't ignore it anymore, the slight edge in his voice, the way his gaze kept flicking between you and Soobin, like he was trying to measure something.
“Beomgyu,” you started, your voice slightly shaky, “You don’t have to worry about Soobin. I mean, he’s just looking out for me like he always does. But there’s nothing between us, really.” You felt your cheeks heat up, and you prayed he didn’t notice how flustered you were.
His eyes flickered up to meet yours, but there was that familiar wariness in them now, like he was still trying to process what you were saying. “It just seemed like you two were...” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the thought. His eyes kept darting between you and Soobin, and you could feel his unease pressing against you.
Beomgyu cleared his throat, suddenly shifting in his seat. His eyes avoided yours now, focusing on the iced caramel macchiato in front of him as he stirred the straw absentmindedly, like he was trying to regain some composure.
“I... I didn’t mean to make things weird,” he muttered, his voice much quieter than before.“I was just asking.”
You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. It was as if he was backpedaling, trying to pull away from the conversation as quickly as possible.
“No, Beomgyu, it’s okay,” you said quickly, your voice a little more steady than you felt. “I just… I didn’t expect you to be so concerned. I promise, there's nothing going on between me and Soobin. You don’t need to worry.”
Beomgyu looked at you briefly, but his expression softened, his eyes a little unsure. “Yeah, I know,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.“I just... I don’t know. It seemed like you two were acting weird earlier, like—” He cut himself off, suddenly aware that he was still digging himself deeper.
“Anyway, forget I said anything. I’m probably just overthinking it.”
You bit your lip, trying to suppress the flustered feeling bubbling up again. It wasn’t lost on you that Beomgyu was avoiding your eyes now, his usual carefree demeanor completely replaced with a subtle, almost embarrassed unease.
You couldn’t deny it—he was definitely jealous, even if he wasn’t openly admitting it. The realization made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect.
You opened your mouth to say something more, to try to reassure Beomgyu that everything was fine and that his worries were unnecessary. But before you could get the words out, Soobin’s voice rang through the air, cutting off the fragile moment before it could go any further.
“Y/N!” Soobin called, his tone light but firm as he approached the counter. “Break’s over. You’re needed back at the register.”
You blinked, startled by the interruption. For a second, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, almost like you had been given an escape route before the conversation could get any more complicated. You didn’t know what you would have said next, or if you would have been able to keep your composure if the moment between you and Beomgyu had stretched on.
“Right,” you muttered quickly, the words coming out a little too fast. You shot a glance at Beomgyu, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry, I have to get back to work. My break's over.”
You were about to stand up, already feeling the pressure of the conversation lifting, when Beomgyu’s hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch was warm and firm, but there was an unmistakable softness to it, like he didn’t want to let go just yet.
You froze, your heart pounding at the unexpected contact. Beomgyu’s fingers felt like they had a quiet weight to them, as though he was holding onto something that mattered more than either of you had acknowledged.
“Wait,” Beomgyu said quietly, his voice just above a whisper. His eyes met yours, and there was something deeper there, something more vulnerable than you’d ever seen from him before.
“Before you go... just... I don’t know. Don’t think I’m trying to avoid what we were talking about. I just—”
He stopped himself, like he was second-guessing his words. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, and for a brief moment, you wondered if this was your chance to clarify things, to make sure he didn’t misinterpret everything that had been said. But then, that familiar tension crept in, the same kind of nervousness that always seemed to bubble up around him. You weren’t sure if either of you were ready for it to go deeper, but the connection between you was undeniable now.
You gave him a small, reassuring smile, trying to hide the nervousness in your chest. “I know, Beomgyu,” you said gently, your voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to explain anything. We’ll figure it out, but right now, I need to get back to work.”
You felt his grip on your wrist loosen just a little, but he didn’t let go completely. His eyes softened, and you could tell he was still thinking about something, still processing everything you had said. He seemed torn, like he didn’t want to let you leave without resolving the unspoken tension, but at the same time, he knew he had to.
“Let's talk when you come over.” he said, his voice more steady now, though there was still a hint of hesitation. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.”
You nodded quickly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the way things had left off. Before you could second-guess yourself, you gently pulled your hand away from his, standing up and walking toward Soobin, who was now holding the door to the kitchen open for you.
As you passed by, you stole one last glance at Beomgyu, who was staring at the table, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his cup. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next, if his feelings for you were as complicated as they seemed, or if he would keep pushing them down.
Either way, you knew that things were changing. And for better or for worse, the dynamic between you and Beomgyu had just become a lot more complicated.
For now, though, all you could do was focus on your shift. Or try to, at least.
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A few days had passed since that awkward, yet strangely intimate, conversation with Beomgyu at the café. The words you had almost said, those feelings you were still trying to figure out—kept swirling in your mind, replaying over and over. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d thought about it the same way, if he felt anything close to what you had felt in that moment.
Today, you were standing in front of Beomgyu’s apartment door, your hand hovering nervously over the doorknob. The familiar flutter of nerves settled in your stomach, but this time, it felt different.
There was a weight to the air that hadn’t been there before—the unspoken tension between you both, lingering after that conversation at the café.
You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing heart. You had been looking forward to this guitar tutorial session for weeks, but now, knowing that things might not be as simple as before, it felt harder than ever.
Shaking your head, you reminded yourself that you’d be fine. It was just a guitar lesson. Just like it always was.
With a deep breath, you raised your hand to knock, but before your knuckles could meet the door, it opened.
Beomgyu stood there, looking just as you remembered: casually dressed, his hair a little messy in that endearing way, and that usual glint of mischief in his eyes. But something was different this time. There was a small pause as his eyes met yours—just a moment longer than usual, before he stepped aside to let you in.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft but warm, though there was still an undercurrent of something unspoken between you.
You nodded quickly, managing a small smile, though your heart was still in your throat.
“Hey, Beomgyu,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you stepped inside, your hand lightly brushing past his as you entered his apartment.
The door clicked shut behind you as you stepped into Beomgyu’s apartment, the familiar smell of his space greeting you, but today, everything felt different. The usual easy vibe between you two seemed a little distant, as if there were invisible threads tugging between you both that neither of you could quite untangle.
Beomgyu didn’t seem his usual carefree self—his usual teasing smile was replaced with something more guarded. His gaze flickered to you, hesitant, before he motioned for you to follow him.
“Let’s go to my room,” Beomgyu said quietly, standing in front of his living room with his hand on the hallway door, as if he was still trying to decide whether or not he was ready to address whatever awkwardness hung in the air.
You nodded, biting your lip as your heart raced in your chest. Was he going to bring up what happened?
Was he still thinking about that moment at the café when everything seemed to shift between you two?
You followed him down the hallway, and the closer you got to his room, the more nervous you became. The space felt smaller somehow, more intimate now that you were both stepping into it with this new, unspoken tension lingering between you.
Beomgyu pushed the door open, stepping aside to let you enter. The room was exactly as you remembered it—his bed pushed up against the far wall, a few posters of bands scattered on the walls, his guitar resting on a stand beside his desk. Everything felt oddly familiar, but the space seemed charged now, in a way it hadn’t before.
You hesitated before stepping inside, but Beomgyu quickly gestured for you to take a seat on the bed, which you did, sitting slightly at the edge.
“Uh, so... we can just start the lesson whenever,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual, not wanting to acknowledge the tension that was settling into the space between you.
But Beomgyu didn’t seem interested in starting the lesson just yet. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his arms crossed in front of his chest. There was a noticeable hesitation in his posture, a stiffness that told you he was trying to figure out what to say.
“You know,” Beomgyu started slowly, his voice quieter than usual, “I’ve been thinking about what happened at the café.”
Your stomach twisted at the mention of it, the conversation you’d tried so hard to move past resurfacing unexpectedly. You blinked, looking at him, trying to push down the flustered feeling rising in your chest.
“I, uh, I didn’t mean for it to get so weird,” he continued, his eyes not meeting yours as he fidgeted with his hands. “But I just—I don't know, I thought... maybe I was being too obvious? About, you know...” he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable, but you could hear the unease in his voice.
You quickly shook your head, trying to reassure him. “No, Beomgyu, it’s not like that. You didn’t make things weird,” you said, though you couldn’t quite hide the nerves in your voice.“It’s just... things have been a little confusing lately, that’s all.”
The words felt like they were floating in the air, hanging between you both. Beomgyu finally turned his gaze to you, and you could see the uncertainty there, the way he was searching your face for something—maybe an answer, or maybe just a sign that everything was okay.
“It’s not just that,” he said, his voice a little more serious now. “I—look, I don’t want you to think I was being jealous or anything, but... I was. And I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been acting like a jerk, right? I'm sorry, y/n.”
You weren’t sure how to answer, your heart hammering in your chest. Hearing him say it out loud, jealous, made something inside you tighten. Was that what this was all about? Was that why the air between you two had felt so charged, so different since that day? So he really was jealous?
“Beomgyu...” you started, trying to find the right words. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I just... I wasn’t expecting it either. I didn’t think you’d feel that way.”
Beomgyu’s gaze softened as he pushed off from the door and walked over to sit next to you on the bed.
His presence was warm, but there was still a tension there, lingering in the space between you. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly still wrestling with what he wanted to say next.
“I don’t want you to think I’m being weird,” he said, his voice quiet now, almost as if he were talking to himself. “But I don’t want things to stay awkward between us, either.”
You could feel your heart race in your chest again, the unspoken words hanging in the air, thick with all the things neither of you wanted to say outright. You shifted slightly, trying to find a way to diffuse the growing pressure between you both, to make the conversation feel lighter.
“So,” you started, voice just a little too high, “About today’s lesson... What are we working on? Did you want to go over that new song you were learning?”
Beomgyu gave a soft chuckle at your attempt to change the subject, but it wasn’t one of his usual playful laughs. This one felt a little more resigned, like he was unsure whether or not to just give in to the moment. He turned his gaze toward you, searching for something in your face.
“We can work on the song,” Beomgyu replied, but his voice still held that quiet, heavy undertone.“But, honestly, Y/N, I don’t want to avoid what’s been going on between us. I don’t think it’ll go away just by pretending everything’s fine.”
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioning, and you wondered if he was just as nervous as you were.
Finally, he sighed, and you saw his shoulders drop, as if he were gathering his courage. He walked toward you, but instead of sitting beside you, he took a step back, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Beomgyu said suddenly, his voice low but clear. The words hung in the air like a confession, and you froze, unsure of how to react.“A lot. More than I’d like to admit.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you blinked, trying to process what he was saying. He hadn’t seemed like himself lately, and the fact that he was bringing this up now, in this quiet, vulnerable moment, threw you off. Was he really about to say what you thought he was?
“You’ve been on my mind,” Beomgyu continued, his voice growing softer but more earnest. “It’s been... hard to stop thinking about what happened at the café. I didn’t mean to come off like I was... jealous, but I guess I was. And I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t feel something for you. Something more than just friendship.”
Your breath caught in your throat, and you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the weight of his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?
“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu admitted, his eyes finally meeting yours. There was no teasing, no playful glint in his gaze this time. Just honesty, raw and unguarded. “And I’ve been trying to hide it, but I can’t anymore. I... I like you more than just as a friend. I’ve been wanting to tell you, and I feel stupid that it took so long for me to say it, but I didn't know how.”
You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs as his confession hung between you two. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, and you weren’t sure if it was the proximity or the weight of his words making everything seem so intense.
“Wait... Beomgyu, I—” you started, but the words stuck in your throat. You couldn’t deny it—your heart had been racing every time he looked at you, every time you caught his gaze. The truth was, you’d always felt a pull toward him, but hearing him say it out loud made everything feel so much more real.
Beomgyu stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to gauge how you were feeling. “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I’ve been worried, Y/N. Worried that you wouldn’t feel the same way, or that it might ruin our friendship. But I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t want something more.”
Your chest tightened, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. You’d thought about this moment before, what it would be like if Beomgyu ever admitted he liked you, if he ever acknowledged the feelings that had been growing between you two. And now, standing here in his room, it was happening.
It was all unfolding right before you.
“I’m not asking for anything crazy, or for us to figure everything out right now,” Beomgyu said, his voice a little softer now. “I just needed you to know how I feel. Because it’s been eating at me, and I don’t want to keep pretending like everything is just... normal between us when it’s not. Not for me, at least.”
For a long moment, the two of you stood there, the world outside fading away as everything settled into this quiet space. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It was filled with everything you both hadn’t been able to say before.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the rush of emotions flooding through you. There was so much you wanted to say, but the words felt tangled in your chest. You looked up at Beomgyu, his expression uncertain, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made your heart ache.
“Beomgyu...” you whispered, your voice soft but steady. “I’ve been thinking about you too. More than I probably should. It's gotten to the point that even Soobin noticed, and that's... that's why you thought we were fighting that day, he was just worried because I was acting so weird. God, I couldn't focus on work because you kept getting in my thoughts.”
His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you could see a flicker of hope pass across his face. You took another breath, feeling your cheeks heat up, but you didn’t look away.
“I don’t know what this means yet,” you continued, trying to find the right words. “But I don’t want to ignore it either. I... I like you too, Beomgyu. I feel the same way.”
The words felt surreal as they left your lips, but the moment they did, the weight you hadn’t even realized you were carrying seemed to lift. There was no more confusion, no more guessing. The tension, the uncertainty, it all seemed to fade in the wake of your admission.
There was a beat of silence before his expression seemed to shift, and a mischievous grin slowly tugged at the corners of his lips. The serious mood that had filled the room suddenly felt... lighter. It was like he was shaking off the tension, returning to his usual self.
“Well, well,” Beomgyu teased, leaning forward slightly as his grin widened. “I always knew I was irresistible.”
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. Your heart still thudded in your chest, but now you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his cocky, teasing nature returning. His usual playful energy was back in full force, and it made you feel a little more at ease. He wasn't letting this moment get heavy, and it made you realize that maybe you didn’t have to be so serious either.
“Oh my god, Beomgyu,” you muttered, trying to hide the amused smile creeping onto your face. “You’re unbelievable.”
He chuckled, sitting down beside you on the bed and nudging you with his elbow. “Nah, I’m just being honest. I mean, who wouldn’t like this face?” He exaggerated a pout, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint.
“Alright, alright,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing. “We get it, you're so charming.”
As Beomgyu's teasing continued, you couldn’t help but notice something unusual. His eyes, which usually had that dark, defining line of eyeliner, were... bare. The usual sharp, bold look was missing, and for some reason, it stood out to you more than it should have.
You couldn’t help yourself—your curiosity got the best of you, and you blinked at him for a moment, distracted from his usual antics. “Wait,” you said, squinting at him. “You’re not wearing eyeliner today.”
Beomgyu froze, his playful grin faltering slightly as he looked at you, clearly surprised you’d noticed. For a brief second, he seemed unsure of what to say, and then, in true Beomgyu fashion, his mischievous smirk returned.
“Didn’t think you’d notice,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back with an exaggerated air of casualness. “You'd have to observe my face really closely to notice something like this, though.”
You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “It’s just that, you always wear it. But today... you’re not. You didn't have eyeliner on during the last time I came, too.”
Beomgyu shrugged, his expression shifting slightly as he looked at you with a glint of something more thoughtful in his eyes.“I don’t know. Maybe I just felt like going natural today.” His voice was light, but there was a hint of something beneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite place.
You narrowed your eyes slightly, knowing he was trying to downplay it. “Uh-huh. So you just happen to forget your eyeliner... whenever you’re alone with me?”
His eyes flickered to the side, and he cleared his throat, trying to mask his slight discomfort with more teasing. “Maybe I just like the idea of being a little more... natural around you. You know, showing the real me and all that.” He looked at you with a playful grin, clearly trying to make light of the situation, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely fooling you.
You tilted your head, half-amused and half-curious.“Is that so? Or maybe you just don’t want me to see you looking too good for me.”
“Maybe I just think you’ll get too distracted if I look too good,” he shot back with a wink, though his words were softer than usual, his teasing tone lacking some of its usual edge. You couldn’t help but laugh, but you felt your cheeks flush a little.
“Right, because that’s totally what I was thinking about,” you teased back, your voice light but warm.“Honestly, I didn’t expect you to not wear eyeliner around me.”
Beomgyu grinned, leaning closer with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, now you know. And maybe you’ll get used to seeing me like this.” He reached out and poked you lightly in the side, trying to shift the conversation back to the usual playful rhythm. “Don’t be too disappointed, okay?”
You rolled your eyes, the hint of a smile still on your lips.“Disappointed? You wish.”
Beomgyu chuckled, clearly relieved that the teasing was easing the tension. “Okay, okay. Maybe I just didn’t feel like being all emo today,” he admitted, but there was a softness to his expression now, a kind of openness that made you feel like maybe this little moment meant something more.
You let out a small breath, your smile growing a little warmer. “Well, you still look good. Eyeliner or not.”
His grin widened at that, and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I already knew that.”
You both shared a quiet laugh, the conversation turning into a more comfortable banter after the initial awkwardness had melted away. Beomgyu, now fully back to his usual playful self, leaned back against the bed with his arms stretched out, looking at you with that familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked, winking as he stretched lazily. “Am I pulling off the ‘no eyeliner’ look or what?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “You look fine without it, Beomgyu. But,” you said, your fingers brushing your chin thoughtfully, “If you really want to go back to your usual style, I could always do it for you.”
Beomgyu blinked, clearly taken aback by your offer. “Huh?” he said, his expression confused but intrigued. “You want to... do my eyeliner? Like, for me?”
You tilted your head as you looked at him, feeling a little sheepish but also excited to see if you could make it work. “I mean... I really think I could do a good job,” you said, shrugging a little awkwardly. “I’ve done my fair share of makeup to know the basics.”
Beomgyu’s eyes sparkled with amusement at your suggestion, but instead of teasing you like he usually would, he simply grinned and leaned back on the bed with his arms crossed. He gave you a thoughtful look, as if weighing your words.
“You really want to try it? Alright, I won’t stop you,” he said, his voice playful and low. Rising from the bed, he walked over to his desk, spun the gaming chair around to face
you, and settled into it comfortably.
You felt a small rush of pride that he wasn’t dismissing your offer, and your hands twitched with anticipation.“Yeah, I do. I mean, you’ve always done it, so I think it’d be fun to try.”
Beomgyu smiled, but there was a glint in his eyes, like he was planning something. “Alright,” he said, his tone turning casual, “If you’re going to do it, though... you’re going to need to get closer. I don’t think you can do it from over there.”
You blinked, taken aback by his suggestion, but he wasn’t giving you much time to question it. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow and shrugged, his voice casual but almost inviting.“I mean, it’s kind of hard to get a good angle from the side, right? You need to be up close.”
Your heart raced a little at the sudden proximity. You had expected this to be a bit more... casual, but you weren’t sure why it suddenly felt a little different. Still, you didn’t want to back out now. You were genuinely curious about doing his eyeliner, and there was no harm in being closer for that, right?
“Uh... I guess that makes sense,” you said, hesitating for just a moment before you moved forward.
Beomgyu, noticing your hesitation, gave you a reassuring smile and gently patted his lap. “It’s really the best angle,” he said, his voice soft but with a slight teasing edge. “You can sit on my lap, you know. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable.”
You froze for a moment, a little unsure, but Beomgyu’s expression wasn’t demanding. It was calm, almost like he was offering an invitation instead of an expectation. He was giving you the space to say no if you wanted to.
As you hesitated, Beomgyu's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he patted his lap invitingly. “Come on, it's the only way you'll be able to get close enough to do it right,” he said, his voice low and persuasive.
You felt your face grew hotter as your heart fluttered in your chest, but you tried to brush it off as mere embarrassment.
Despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself slowly making your way towards Beomgyu, your heart racing with every step. As you hovered beside him, Beomgyu reached out and gently guided you onto his lap, his hands on your hips sending shivers down your spine. As you settled onto Beomgyu's lap, you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a dash of nervousness. You had never done anyone's eyeliner before, and you were eager to try it out on Beomgyu.
“Okay, go ahead,” he said, his voice low and soothing as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on yours. “I'm all yours, y/n.”
Your hands trembled slightly as you picked up the eyeliner, trying to focus on the task at hand. But it was impossible to ignore the warmth of Beomgyu's body beneath you, or the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
You began to carefully line his eyes, you notice how Beomgyu's gaze never left yours, his pupils seeming to bore into your very soul. Your skin prickled with awareness, and you felt yourself getting lost in the depths of his eyes. The air around the both of you grew thick with tension, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were reading too much into the situation.
Beomgyu would occasionally ask you if you were comfortable, if you needed to adjust your position, or if he was holding you too tightly.
Each time, you would reassure him that you were fine, and Beomgyu would smile at you gently. The tension between you was palpable, but it was a gentle, simmering heat, rather than a raging fire.
You wanted to do your best, to make sure the lines were perfect and the wings were even. But as you leaned in closer to Beomgyu's face, you realized that your current position wasn't ideal.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” you mutter, looking up at Beomgyu with a hint of mischief in your eyes.
Beomgyu nodded, his expression curious, and you asked,“Can I change positions? I want to get a better angle and be more comfortable.”
Beomgyu nodded again, not thinking much of it. “Yeah, sure, go ahead,” he said, his voice casual. But as soon as you started to shift your weight, Beomgyu's eyes widened in surprise.
“Wait, y/n-”
You straddle Beomgyu's lap, your legs wrapping around his hips as you settled into a more comfortable position.“I'm going to need you to stay still, Beomgyu.” you taunt, voice firm but gentle, as you leaned in closer to his face.“I don't want the eyeliner to smudge.”
Beomgyu's face went bright red as he felt your weight settle onto his lap. He hadn't expected this, and his mind was racing with thoughts he couldn't quite process. He felt a surge of excitement mixed with a dash of nervousness, but he was determined not to mess this up for you.
You noticed how Beomgyu held his breath, trying to remain still despite the turmoil inside him while you continued to work on his eyeliner. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he didn't want it to stop. He felt your thighs wrapped around his hips, your hand holding his shoulder for support, and the way you tried to maintain your composure despite your arms clearly trembling while holding the eyeliner.
He had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer, but Beomgyu was determined to let you take the lead and set the pace. So he sat there, frozen in place, as you worked your magic on his eyeliner. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe, for fear of ruining the moment.
As you continued to work on Beomgyu's eyeliner, the tension between you grew thicker and more palpable. Beomgyu's resolve to remain still and calm began to crumble, and he found himself getting more and more agitated. He couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his hips, your warmth and scent enveloping him, it was all too much for him. He was drunk in the thought of you, and he couldn't bring himself to hold back any longer.
“Beomgyu, I'm done-”
With a muttered curse, Beomgyu's hands shot out and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a startled gasp as you felt yourself being drawn into Beomgyu's chest, your hands still holding the eyeliner hovering in mid-air.
Beomgyu's face was buried in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered apologies and silent curses. Your heart was racing as you felt Beomgyu's warm breath on your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
As you shifted in Beomgyu's lap, your eyes immediately widened after you felt Beomgyu's strained hard cock, poking your core, and you couldn't help but let out a little gasp. You tried to pull away in panic, your hands pushing against Beomgyu's chest. But Beomgyu's grip was firm, as he held you close, his body trembling with restraint, as he whispered,
You felt your resistance begin to crumble as you heard his voice, breathy and desperate. You realized that he wasn't trying to hurt you or overpower you, he was just...lost. Lost in the moment, lost in his desire for you. You let Beomgyu hold you tightly with his arms wrapped around your waist, as he tried to compose himself.
You loosen your grip on your fists, slowly moving your hands from his chest up to his shoulders, and you let Beomgyu hold you. You felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his heart pounding against your own. You didn’t know when it happened, but slowly, you stopped fighting the heat of the moment.
Instead of feeling embarrassed or self-conscious, you started to embrace it, letting your body relax into the tension and giving yourself permission to enjoy this closeness with Beomgyu. Before you knew it, Beomgyu's touch was starting to get to you, and your mind was taking you places.
“It's okay, Beomgyu... I-” you whispered, pausing for a bit to catch your breath as you started get lost in the situation too. “I'm not going anywhere.”
Beomgyu's lips were still brushing against your neck, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. The warmth in your body only grew as time passes, the both of you not uttering another word but your heavy breaths filled the air.
Your thoughts were racing, and a crazy idea suddenly pops up in your head. You hesitated for a moment, before biting your lip and leaning closer to him. Beomgyu feels you shift in his lap and your grip on his shoulder start to tighten.
“Um.. Do you want me to move..?” you asked him, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment.
Beomgyu's eyes snapped to yours, and he looked at you, feeling dazed with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “No, it's okay,” he said, his voice still low and husky. “I'll just...ah, try to calm down.”
You struggled to meet his gaze, feeling your cheeks heating up. “No, I-I want to..... let me help you, Beomgyu.”
Beomgyu's face turns red, and he looked like he was about to die from embarrassment. His lips parted for a moment to say something but he stopped himself before could. He looks at you straight in the eyes and you could physically feel yourself get weak, the ache in your already wet cunt only growing as he observed the mix of curiosity and eagerness in your expression.
After a few seconds, he nodded while his eyes were still locked onto yours. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, y/n... I need you.”
The sight of the desperation in his face and his breathy, apologetic voice was more than enough to ignite the flame that was already burning inside of you. You held him closer, resting your chin on top of his head attempting to relieve the heat in your core as you tried to tighten the embrace of your thighs on his hips.
The slight movement from you sends a jolt in Beomgyu's body, and he bites his lip, trying to keep himself from being too loud as he holds you closer and buries his face on your chest. You let out a small gasp, your cheeks heating up as you carefully adjust your position, feeling his hard-on press onto your underwear from below your skirt, the friction driving the both of you crazy.
“Y-you sure about this, y/n? We really don't have to do this if you-” Beomgyu asks hesitantly as he looks up to you, with a look of guilt and embarrassment visible on his face.
“Yes, Beomgyu. I want to do this with you.” You replied with a smile, trying to mask the fact that you were also nervous about what was going to happen next, but you didn't want Beomgyu to think you were unsure.
You started off by moving slowly, trying to test the waters first while asking Beomgyu every now and then if you were doing okay, you wanted to make sure that you were matching his pace and the both of you were feeling good. You kept one of your hands on his shoulders, and you moved your other hand on top of his, that was holding your waist.
“Beomgyu..” you whisper, catching your breath before finishing your sentence and pressing his hand on your waist tighter. “Y-you can move..me- if you want..”
Beomgyu nods before leaning his head back on his gaming chair, grunting and hissing in pleasure. His grip on your waist gets tighter and more desperate as he moves you to grind on him back and forth.
The wetness of your cunt leaking through your panties, mixed with Beomgyu's precum that was already staining his pants, felt more prominent and made it easier for you to move yourself on top of him. The friction in itself was already driving you crazy, but it still wasn't enough. You wanted to do more for Beomgyu, and you needed more of him.
Beomgyu would give you praises through it, he would tell you how beautiful you looked and how good you were making him feel, and before you even realized, you were already drowning in the feeling of ecstasy.
Your heavy breaths soon turned into whines of pleasure, the feeling of desperation and need for each other was constantly growing. You felt your movements get sloppier by the minute as you felt yourself about to reach your high.
“Shit, y/n... I'm close... you're doing so good for me.” Beomgyu mutters while he starts to move your hips against him faster and more aggressively, looking straight into you with half-lidded eyes. You match his pace, gripping his shoulders tighter as you continues to chase out your high.
“M-me too, Beomgyu...” You replied as you ran one hand through his messy hair. The way he calls your name with his deep voice echoes through your ears and the fucked-out look on his face only riled you up even more. You swore you could feel yourself release then and there.
You slightly tilted your head, and Beomgyu immediately catches your drift, closing his eyes as you leaned in closer to kiss him when-
Knock, knock.
“Beomgyu hyung, we're here.” a familiar voice mutters from outside Beomgyu's room, just behind the door.
“Beomgyu hyung! I brought pizza~ is y/n here yet?” another voice exclaims, and you heard footsteps coming from outside the door. You were certain that it came from Kai, while the voice before him was certainly none other than Taehyun's.
You and Beomgyu immediately stopped what you were doing and froze in place with your eyes wide open, as if you both just snapped out of a trance. Beomgyu's expression suddenly shifts after his sudden realization of what was going on.
“Oh fuck, I forgot I invited them to come over today...”
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taglist: @tubasmiracle @tyunzznluvr @interestellear-blog @no1likemybbgcharlie @hyunelixbun @dawngyu this fic is dedicated to my lovely supportive moots <333 lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!!
bf!yeonjun who just might love you a bit TOO much.......
synopsis: lonely nights without Yeonjun have become part of your routine, and tonight wasn't any different. after spending the evening decorating for Christmas, you receive a late-night call from him that brings you comfort while waiting for him to return, that is —until small, unsettling details about your day slip into the conversation. as his warm words echo in your mind, you can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t quite right.
pairings: bf!yeonjun x fem reader
tags/warnings: possible triggering/sensitive content!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. established relationship, dark themes, hints of stalking, obsession, etc. yeonjun is OBSESSED with you and doesn't want you out of his sight for long. FLUFF IF YOU SQUINT. there might be more I forgot to mention-
wordcount: 0.8k!!
fic below the cut!!
Being alone late at night without your boyfriend, Yeonjun, made you feel incredibly lonely. Due to the
demands of his job, he often returns home late and frequently works overtime, something you were still
struggling to adjust to.
The two of you lived together in a small but cozy apartment, which you were
currently decorating with Christmas ornaments, adding little decorations to your mini tree. This was
your way of keeping yourself occupied while Yeonjun was gone.
You finished your decorating by placing a star on top of the Christmas tree, completing the festive
atmosphere.
Looking around, you felt proud as you admired the decorations scattered around the living
room, which made your cozy space feel more vibrant. You cleaned up afterwards, ensuring that the
mess from decorating was tidied up.
Once you were done, you headed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh as you picked up the fox plushie
from the small desk next to your bed. It was a gift from Yeonjun, given to you when he received his first
paycheck from his current job. You would usually play with the plushie or talk to it whenever you felt
bored, or when you were just missing your boyfriend in general.
“Hey, Hwangchoon,” you called out, using the name you and Yeonjun had given the plushie a while ago.
You lay down on your bed, resting the plushie on your stomach, facing you.
“Do you think Yeonjun will like the decorations I put up in the living room?” you muttered as you fiddled
with the little fox plush.
You held the plushie with both hands, moving it to make it nod in response to your question. You smiled
to yourself before reaching for your phone, which was resting beside you. You then checked the time.
[11:37PM]
No texts or calls from him yet… you thought, before locking your phone and placing it back on the
bedside table. With nothing else to occupy your time while waiting for Yeonjun to come home, you
decided to take a bath before heading to bed.
You placed Hwangchoon back on the desk and got up, grabbing a towel before heading to the
bathroom.
After a quick shower, you returned to your room and changed into something comfy.
You and Yeonjun
had agreed that if he wasn't home by 11 PM, you could go to bed first, and that's exactly what you had
planned, especially since you were still feeling a little tired from decorating the living room.
Just as you finished changing, your phone rang, and you rushed to your bed to answer. The smile on
your face was instant when you saw Yeonjun's name on the screen.
“Hey, baby~ are you still awake? I hope I didn’t wake you up,” his voice came through the phone, and
your smile grew even wider at the sound of his voice after what sounded like a long, tiring day.
“Well, I was getting a little sleepy and was about to go to bed,” you paused for a moment and giggled,
“But now I'm wide awake after hearing your voice.”
“Aww, I'm sorry for keeping you up, angel. Something urgent came up at work, and I really had to finish it
tonight, so I clocked out later than usual. But I’m on my way home now. I’ll be there in less than 5
minutes.”
“It’s fine, Yeonjun. You know I’m always just here waiting for you around this time. Get home safely,
okay?”
“I promise I'll be quick. I know you must be tired from decorating all night. I got you your favorite snacks,
so just hang in there for a bit, okay?”
You laughed softly and stood up, heading to the living room to get ready for his arrival.
“Alright, baby. I'll be right here when you get in.”
“You know, I'm a little upset that you took a shower without waiting for me,” Yeonjun teased on the
other end of the line, and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. “So, you’re going to have to
give me a ton of hugs when I get home, alright?”
“I’ll give you all the hugs you want, but you better hurry up or I’ll fall asleep on you,” you joked, rolling your eyes.
“Wait—no! I’m already here! I’ll be at the door in 10 seconds, I promise. I’m hanging up now, okay? Love
you, baby!” Yeonjun’s voice wavered, and you could hear him running in the background before the call
cut off.
Just as you expected, the doorbell rang, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as you headed to
the door to let him in.
But right as your hand reached for the doorknob, a sudden thought hit you. You froze, furrowing your
brows in confusion.
Wait, I haven't told him I was going to put up the Christmas décor in the living room today and that I
took a bath first, have I?
It turns out your boyfriend had been keeping you company all along, but in a way far more unsettling than you ever realized.
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a/n: i was listening to Devil by the Window when I thought of this prompt, and i immediately remembered how yeonjun's look in the GGUM concept photos would complete the whole vibe of this, so here we are. Merry Christmas, everyone! ❤️
about me: i'm Hiro, '03 liner and my pronouns are he/him. i'm an aquarius and INFJ! i used to just be a lurker here but I finally got the courage to post some of my works 🙏 i mostly yap/write for txt!! i will probably write for other groups too, but only if requested/if I feel like it lol.
feel free to send me asks/requests! I'm also looking for moots to interact with.
check out some of my works below! 👇
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completed:
• weverse DMs with yeonjun! (txt yeonjun x fem reader; fluff)
• derrière le masque (painter!hyuka x fem reader; fluff/suggestive)
works in progress(subject to change):
• hey, emo boy! (guitarist!beomgyu x fem reader; angst/smut)
• untitled (doctor!soobin x fem reader; fluff/smut)
• untitled (producer!taehyun x fem reader; angst/suggestive)
synopsis: while looking around at an art exhibit, you encounter a masked stranger whose enigmatic presence leaves you captivated. when fate brings you together again, you begin to uncover the secrets behind his mask. as his hidden world unfolds, so does an unexpected connection—one that could either bring you closer or reveal truths that change everything.
pairings: painter!huening kai x fem reader
tags: strangers to lovers(?), fluff, a bit of angst IF YOU SQUINT, slightly suggestive towards the end, implications of the reader being older than Kai(he calls her noona once), huening siblings are mentioned!
wordcount: 7k (there might be typos/grammatical errors, this isn't proofread!!)
a/n: made this while I was listening to wave to earth and having a hyuka brainrot,,, got the idea of painter hyuka after looking through the minisode 3 romantic ver. concept photos, HE IS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL GOOD LORD. PS. the title translates to "behind the mask" in english!! (I CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH SO THE TITLE COULD BE INACCURATE!)
fic below the cut!
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You looked around, trying to settle in to the unfamiliar environment around you. A gentle hum of conversations mixed with the echoes of soft footsteps on polished floors fills the air of the museum. You wander through the galleries while passing by groups of people observing each artwork, each person lost in their own interpretation, sharing knowing smiles or animated discussions.
“Y/N! Over here!”, an excited voice calls out to you from a distance. You turned to the direction of where the voice came from and you were greeted by a familiar face which made you sigh in relief.
You carefully passed through the small crowds as you walked towards your friend, Winter, who was one of the artists showcasing their works in the art exhibit that took place in the museum. You accepted her invite as a way of showing your support to her, since she has been one of your closest friends since high school.
“I'm so glad you're here!”, Winter exclaims and immediately pulls you in for a hug. You hug her back with a smile on your face, feeling proud of your friend's achievements.
“I thought you wouldn't come, since you didn't text me or anything.”, she mutters while she rests her chin on your shoulder,embracing you tightly.
“Don't be silly, of course I'd come! I just wanted to surprise you.”, you chuckle, hugging her tighter.
The both of you pull away from the hug after a few minutes and immediately started the conversation like you had just spoken yesterday, catching up on what you missed. It's been months since you last saw each other and you had only communicated with her over the phone, so it made you emotional to see your friend again like this.
Your conversation with her didn't last long however, as she needed to attend to the guests exploring the exhibit, but the both of you promised to meet up again soon when you had the time.
After bidding farewell to your friend, you had no other plans in mind. Aside from coming there to support her, you didn't really know what else to do. You weren't exactly an expert when it comes to art, but you certainly wanted to keep looking around the exhibit more.
“I should probably just look around while I'm here...”' you muttered while looking down to check the time on your phone. You slowly put your phone back in your purse and proceed to walk down the hallway, admiring the various paintings that were being displayed as you passed by.
Something catches your eye—a row of paintings by the same artist, lined up in perfect harmony. Each piece was unique, yet there was a thread of continuity that tied them together. You felt drawn in, as if the paintings were whispering their stories directly to you. You were captivated by the way each painting felt like a window into the artist's soul.
Clusters of people surrounded you and you were in awe from a wide range of people that had the same thought, admiring the row of paintings that were being displayed. Gasps of admiration rippled through the audience, punctuated by murmurs of awe and appreciation. A group of art enthusiasts were gathered beside you, discussing their thoughts as they observed the paintings thoroughly.
“It seems the artist chose to remain anonymous this year, too.”
“If only we knew who were behind these beautiful paintings, we would love to give credit where it's due.”
“It’s a shame we can’t know who created this. I want to understand the person behind these emotions.”
As the discussions swirled, an art critic stepped forward, passionately defending the artist’s choice.
“Art can exist without the artist's narrative dictating its value. This is a statement about the work itself, challenging us to find meaning within the canvas rather than through a biography.”
The crowd shifted between admiration and frustration, some nodding in agreement, while others remained resolute in their disappointment. The air was thick with the opposing reactions—curiosity, appreciation, and a longing for connection. You were intrigued, but also starting to get overwhelmed by the contrasting emotions from the crowd.
The vibrant colors of the artworks blurred into the background as you focused on finding a way out of the crowd. You walked away in a hurry, squeezing through the groups of people surrounding the area.
You suddenly bumped into someone—an unexpected encounter that halted your hurried steps.
You mutter a small apology as you look up to face the hooded figure standing in front of you. A mask covered the lower half of his face, and he had wavy blonde hair resting on top of his forehead that was slightly covering his eyes. You were quick to notice how he had defined features that were evident despite his face being covered. The fabric of his hood framed his face, adding an enigmatic quality that made it hard to look away.
You took a step back as you felt your heart quickening, catching yourself studying him. As you shifted to move past him, your eyes locked for a fleeting moment. You noticed how his eyes looked somewhat empty, yet you felt that his gaze was soft, concealed by the lack of emotion displayed in his eyes. In that instant, you felt an electric connection, a shared understanding of the allure of concealment. He was a figure shrouded in mystery, yet somehow, you sensed a depth beneath the surface—a story waiting to be told.
You apologized once more and immediately excuse yourself, walking away as you placed your right hand on your chest. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped out of the museum, while the encounter continues to linger in your mind like an unfinished painting, leaving you both intrigued and curious about the identity behind the mask.
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The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as you stood behind the counter of the bustling coffee shop. The vibrant glow from the street lights outside streamed through the large windows, casting warm patches of light on the polished wooden surfaces.
It was Friday, almost a week after you went to the art exhibit that your friend invited you to. The café was typically crowded on weekends, but today it was quieter and less crowded than usual. You glanced around, catching a glimpse of the customers that were seated. A student sat in the corner with their earbuds in, furiously typing away on her laptop with a half-finished latte cooling beside her. On the table across her was a couple huddled over a shared pastry, laughing softly as they shared stories, their eyes sparkling with affection. You smiled to yourself, enjoying your daily routine of observing the people that would come to the café.
You glanced towards the entrance of the café to see a figure approaching, their presence strikingly different from the usual crowd. They wore a dark cap pulled low over their eyes and a mask that obscured the lower half of their face, giving them an air of mystery.
Despite the disguise, something about them felt familiar, like a fleeting memory hovering just out of reach. You greeted them with a warm smile as they glanced through the menu that was being displayed on the screen behind you. They turn their attention to you after a few seconds, seemingly after deciding what to order.
“Hey,” they said, their voice slightly muffled but still warm. “I'd like a medium strawberry acai lemonade to go, please.”
“Sure thing,” you replied, trying to mask your curiosity. As you prepared their drink, you couldn’t help but study the details—how the cap cast shadows on their features and the way their eyes flickered with intrigue. It felt like they were hiding something, but you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or just part of their aura. The mysterious stranger meets your eyes, as if they noticed that you were taking quick yet not so subtle glances at them while you were preparing their drink. You immediately look away and attempt to focus at the task at hand, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks.
As you continued to prepare their drink, thoughts still racing from the recognition, you hear a familiar voice again, tinged with curiosity.
“Sorry to bother, but are you free after this?”
You glance up at them, surprised but intrigued. The stranger stood there, slightly leaning against the counter while holding their phone, their cap slightly askew, revealing a few strands of their blonde hair. The mask still obscured part of their face, but their eyes sparkled with interest. After exchanging eye contact and taking a better look at them, your eyes widened and you felt your heart skip a beat as the recognition washed over you. The same eyes you had seen at the art exhibit sparkled beneath the brim of the cap, and in that moment, everything clicked into place.
The memory flooded back, the familiar intensity of their gaze helping you come into the realization: it was the mysterious person you had bumped into amidst the paintings, the one whose presence had captivated you. It felt surreal to see them here, hidden behind a mask and cap, yet unmistakably the same.
“Y-yeah, I think so,” you replied, attempting to hide what you were feeling while trying to gauge the sincerity of the invitation. “Why do you ask?”
The stranger puts his hand in the pocket of his pants, rummaging as if he was trying to find something.
“I don't know if you can remember, but you dropped this at the exhibit last Saturday. I wasn’t sure how to get it back to you since I didn’t have your contact information, so I’m really glad to see you again here.” the stranger mutters as he opens his hand to reveal a familiar item that takes you by surprise.
A small customized keyring of Glaceon, your favorite Pokémon character rests on his hand. You had been looking for it ever since that day, and you eventually gave up after realizing that you probably dropped it somewhere along the way, so you decided to just get a new one. You never expected that the person you bumped into that day would be the one to pick it up and return it to you.
“Oh gosh, I thought I lost them forever! I was literally about to just get a new one pre-made because I couldn't find them anywhere.”, you exclaim, a mix of relief and happiness evident in your face.
“I figured this would be important to you so I tried looking everywhere, I'm just glad I finally found you.” the stranger fiddles with the keyring in his hand, “Glaceon, huh... that's cute.”
“Wait, you play Pokémon too?”, your eyes lit up after realizing that they just recognized the character.
You hear a muffled chuckle come from the stranger before responding,
“Kind of. Just when I have free time.”
You were about to respond back and start gushing about one of your favorite games when you hear your co-worker clear her throat, interrupting your conversation.
“Ahem, y/n.”, the barista next to you, a tattooed woman with vibrant hair calls out to you, reminding you not to get too carried away with your conversation. You were still working, after all.
Your lips form into a small 'o' as the realization hits you and gets you flustered. You quickly pick up the Strawberry Acai Lemonade that you prepared and hand it over to the customer standing in front of you.
“I'll hold on to Glaceon for now. What time do you get off?”, the stranger asks as he take the drink from you and stuffed the keyring back in his pocket.
“My shift ends at 7, so...”, you paused and looked at the watch strapped to your wrist before continuing, “That's 2 hours from now.”
“Great, I'll be waiting for you at the park nearby. See you later then.”, the stranger says and you nod, accepting their invitation. He waves at you one last time before heading out of the café. You can’t help but smile after the interaction, you weren't expecting that you'd get your keyring back like this.
Your coworker leans in with a teasing glint in their eye. “I've seen people ask for your number but I haven't seen anyone get straight to the point and just ask you out like that before. Should I be worried?”
“He didn't 'ask me out', he just wanted to return the keyring that I lost.”, you reply as you sighed, fighting a grin.
“If you say so, but I wouldn't be surprised if he started coming here often.” they say, chuckling.
You rolled your eyes at them and the both of you laugh together.
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The fluorescent lights of the café buzz overhead as you finish up your last task, a mix of excitement and relief washing over you. You grab your jacket, toss it on, and make your way out of the building, the cool evening air greeting you like an old friend.
The city is alive with the sounds of laughter and chatter as you make your way to the park. You look around to see families picnicking, couples walking hand in hand, and kids running around with joy. You turn towards the sprawling oak tree and you started to get nervous after spotting a familiar figure kneeling on the sidewalk.
You felt your heart skip a beat, not just from their presence, but from the sight of them gently cradling a small bowl of cat food. A scruffy stray cat, fur matted and eyes wide with curiosity, approached him in a cautious manner. Curiously, you lean against a nearby lamppost, watching as they softly cooed to the cat, coaxing it closer with soothing words. Their kindness drew you in, and you felt warm after seeing them care for the stray cat.
After a few seconds of hesitating, the cat finally took a tentative step forward and began nibbling at the food. You slowly approach the both of them, taking careful steps to not startle the cat.
“Hey,” you say in a whisper, kneeling beside him and he turns to you after noticing your presence.
“Sorry if I kept you waiting.”
He shrugs before responding.“Not at all, I haven't been waiting long. I just came across this little one and I had a pack of treats with me, so...”
You smiled at him before turning your direction back to the cat and he does the same. The both of you shared a glance, and you felt the connection deepen. It was as if the world around the both of you faded, leaving just the three of you in that moment—two people and a stray cat enjoying a simple act of kindness.
After a few minutes, the cat finished its meal and scurried away, leaving you both with lingering smiles and a sense of shared purpose. The both of you stood up, brushing your knees off. He grabs the Glaceon keyring out from his pocket and hands it over to you.
“Thank you so much, I got so upset when I couldn't find them anywhere. This just made my whole week,” you smile as you gently take the keyring from his hand. The slight touch of your skin makes your heart flutter. “Do you want to stop by somewhere? Let me get you something to snack on, at least.”
“Sure, I don't mind, but it's fine. You don't have to get me anything, really,” he replies.
“No, I insist. I'm starving, so let me get something for you too.” You say as you step forward to lead the way, determined not to give him a chance to decline.
You hear a muffled chuckle come from under his mask as he nods, muttering a small, “Okay.”
As you walk down the street, the bright lights of a nearby convenience store come into view. It’s small and cozy, the kind of place that feels like a treasure trove of late-night snacks.
“Do you have any favorites?” you ask as you push the door open, the familiar jingling of the bell overhead announcing your arrival.
He scans the aisles with crossed arms, a slight frown creasing his brow. “I usually go for pizza, but ice cream would be nice at this hour too…”
You chuckle, trying to ease the tension hanging between you. “That’s okay, just grab what you feel like eating. It’s on me.” His hesitation is palpable, a moment of uncertainty flickering in his eyes before you offer a reassuring smile.
As you both wander the aisles, the air is filled with the scent of snacks and the soft hum of the store. You steal a glance at him—his mask covers part of his face, but his eyes seem contemplative, guarded. He finally picks up a pint of mint chocolate ice cream from the freezer and turns to you, catching you observing him.
“Mint chocolate, huh?” you tease lightly, trying to break the ice. He raises an eyebrow, and you could almost see the confused expression he's making behind the mask.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite flavor,” he replies with a hint of pride.
You can’t help but grimace slightly. “Really? I’m not a fan. The mint just doesn’t sit right with me.”
His eyes widen a little, clearly surprised. “Seriously? What’s wrong with mint? It’s refreshing!”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Refreshing, sure, but it feels like I’m eating toothpaste. I prefer something richer, like chocolate fudge or cookies and cream.”
He leans forward, intrigued. “So you’re a chocolate purist? I can respect that.”
You both chuckle before you continue browsing, the shared laughter and small conversations feel just out of reach, heightening the mystery of each other. Still, as he tosses a pint of mint chocolate ice cream into his basket, there’s a flicker of connection—a shared moment in the late-night glow of the store, where the outside world fades away, leaving just the two of you, uncertain but curious.
After making your selections, you step outside the convenience store, the night air cool against your skin. You find a small table nearby, the kind that’s seen better days but still feels welcoming under the glow of the streetlights.
“Mind if we sit here?” you ask, gesturing to the table. He nods, a hint of relief in his posture as he takes a seat across from you.
You unwrap your snacks, the sounds of crinkling wrappers filling the silence. He carefully sets his cup of mint chocolate ice cream down, glancing around with a hint of uncertainty, as if he was making sure there wasn't anyone around to see him. You look around, and turn to face him once you saw that the coast was clear and there wasn't anyone else around.
“You know, it’s going to be a bit tricky to eat that with the mask on,” you point out playfully, leaning back in your chair.
He looks at you with hesitant eyes, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the mask. “Yeah, but...”
“You could just take it off for a minute,” you say, your voice light but encouraging. “Nobody's around, and besides, I promise I won’t judge if that's what you’re worried about.” You offer him a smile, trying to make it as reassuring as possible.
He hesitates, clearly wrestling with something. Then he sighs, shoulders relaxing a little.“Alright, I guess you have a point.”
He pauses, studying you for a moment, as if deciding whether to trust you with whatever he’s about to reveal. The tension lingers in the air—just a heartbeat of silence—before it disappears as he slowly pulls the mask down, revealing his face.
You freeze, completely caught off guard.
It’s like everything else in the world fades away for a second as you take in his features. His face is almost striking yet gentle at the same time, in a way that feels almost effortless. Sharp jawline. High cheekbones. The kind of face you’d expect to see on the cover of a magazine, but somehow more real in person. His eyes are warm and dream-like but a little guarded, there’s something about them that feels... genuine. A trace of a smile plays at the corners of his lips, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve been staring too long.
“Sorry for the late introduction," he says, his voice a bit hesitant. "I wasn’t sure how to go about it earlier.”
He pauses for a moment, studying your reaction, before continuing, “I’m... Kai—”
“Huening Kai. From the Huening family, right?” The words slip out before you can stop them. You blink a couple of times, mentally scrambling to catch up.
He nods slowly, holding your gaze with a slight intensity. There's a brief flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he adds, “Yeah... I’m Huening Kai. But you can just call me Kai, really. You probably know me because of my sisters.” His voice drops slightly, almost apologetically, as he looks away, an awkwardness settling in.
Your mind races as the pieces fall into place. His sisters. The models. The towering figures in the fashion world whose faces grace billboards and magazines everywhere. You've seen them countless times, admired their poise and style from a distance. But sitting across from you now is the brother—the one who’s always kept himself out of the limelight, the middle child who stays hidden behind a veil of mystery. The one you’ve never seen before.
“Wait a second,” you murmur, still trying to wrap your head around it. “You're... really him? I didn’t realize I was sitting across from someone so... famous.”
He lets out a small chuckle, but there's no warmth behind it. “Well, I’m not exactly famous. Not in the same way they are,” he adds, his tone a little defensive, a little tired.
You raise an eyebrow, sensing something deeper. “What do you mean? Your sisters are huge. You're part of that family. How are you not as well-known?”
He shifts uncomfortably, glancing down at his ice cream cup as though it holds some kind of answer.
“That’s exactly why I don’t like being in the spotlight. I...didn’t want to follow the path they set for me.” His fingers absently trace the rim of the cup.
“My family’s been in the public eye for ages. My sisters, they're everywhere—billboards, magazines, the runway. But I... I never really wanted to be part of all that.”
You lean in a little, intrigued by the rawness in his voice. “So, you... chose a different path?”
He nods, his eyes briefly flickering with something hard to pinpoint—frustration, maybe, or regret.
“Yeah. My family’s always had these big plans for me—training, appearances, all that stuff they thought was best for me. But it wasn’t for me. So I stayed out of the spotlight. I didn’t want that life. I wanted something else—something more... personal, I guess.”
There's a quiet sincerity in his words, a weight that hangs in the air between you. It's a side of him that doesn’t quite match the image you'd imagined, and it makes you want to know more, however you didn't want to dwell on the topic too much.
You realize you're treading dangerously close to territory that feels too personal for a first meeting, especially with someone like him. The last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable, so you quickly clear your throat and shift gears.
“Well, I guess it's only fair I introduce myself too,” you start, trying to keep the mood light, “I'm y/n, you probably know this already, but I work as a barista on the café just down the street, where you saw me. I like to play games during my free time, but you might've already guessed that after seeing the Glaceon keyring.” you say with a chuckle and Kai laughs, you notice the way his shoulders relax a little.
“So, what brought you to the art exhibit last week?” he asks, taking a small scoop of ice cream.
You raise your eyebrows. “Oh, I got invited by a friend. She was one of the artists there. I haven’t seen her in a few months and I was free, so I figured I’d drop by to support her.” You smile, taking out a chocolate chip cookie from the wrapper and taking a bite. “How about you?”
Kai’s eyes flicker with a brief change, like a shadow crossing his expression. You almost miss it—he’s quick to cover it up—but you see the subtle shift. He clears his throat and takes another bite of ice cream, suddenly looking just a little bit more uncomfortable.
“Oh, I just… I went for the atmosphere, I guess,” he says a little too casually. “It seemed like a nice event. I, uh… I like paintings and I go to art galleries sometimes. So I thought I’d check it out.”
You nod, not thinking much of it.
“Yeah, it was pretty cool. Some of the pieces really blew me away, though. There was this one collection—landscapes, mostly—I can't find a way to describe them since I'm not really an artistic person. I think I spent most of my time just standing there, taking them in. They were so vivid. It's a shame the artist chose to hide their identity, though.”
Kai’s hand stiffens for a split second. His eyes flicker to you, then quickly away, his face flushing just a bit, and he suddenly becomes very interested in his ice cream cup.
“Oh… really? That's a bummer..” he says, his voice just a bit too quiet. “You, uh… you liked those pieces?” His tone is a little uncertain, like he’s trying not to let on too much.
“Yeah, it’s a real shame, honestly,” you say, taking another bite of your chocolate chip cookie, enjoying the taste as you talk. “I mean, the art was just so powerful. You could tell there was so much emotion behind it. Especially with the landscapes—like the mountains at sunset? There was this depth to them that was almost… haunting. I wanted to know more, to understand what the artist was feeling when they created it, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that,” he mutters, his voice softer now. He glances at you briefly before quickly looking away. “It’s always interesting to try and figure out what the artist was thinking, especially when they’re not around to explain it.”
Kai’s gaze drops to his cup, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge. There’s a strange unease in his posture now, like he’s trying to decide if he should say something or not. The words hang in the air, unspoken, before he finally clears his throat.
“Sometimes, though, it’s better to leave things open to interpretation. People see art differently, right?”
“I guess that’s true, I think the best artists aren’t afraid to share their vision. It’s not about just putting a painting out there—it’s about sharing a piece of yourself.” you say thoughtfully, “But I think if the art is good enough, it can speak louder than the artist ever could. Sometimes it’s better to let the art stand on its own.” You smile at him, clearly passionate about the subject.
Kai seems to relax just a fraction, though there’s still a subtle tension around him. He forces a small smile, but there’s something in his eyes—a mix of guilt, embarrassment, and something deeper—that you can’t quite place.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” He glances at you, his face a little flushed. “I mean, it’s just art, right? Not everything needs a big explanation.”
You nod in agreement, though you still can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to the story.
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It's Saturday, and a week has passed since your unexpected encounter with Kai. In that short span of time, so much has happened, yet the days seem to have gotten a little easier, a little brighter. The usual hustle and bustle of working at the café remains, but there's a noticeable lightness to your routine now.
After exchanging numbers, you and Kai started talking more—texting, calling, and meeting up when you could. Slowly, you both opened up, and you began to get to know each other in ways you hadn't anticipated. Kai turned out to be full of surprises. You discovered he was of mixed ethnicity: his mother is Korean, and his father is German-American. That blend of cultures explains his striking features, with sharp eyes and a unique, almost ethereal look.
He also revealed something that made you smile: he was two years younger than you. A fun fact, but it only added to the growing sense of camaraderie between you two. And, to your delight, Kai had a quirky side—you learned that he has a collection of plushies and stuffed animals, something you never would have guessed from his usual cool, laid-back demeanor.
But the best part? The two of you seemed to share so many interests and hobbies. From the same taste in music to mutual love for quirky movies and favorite games, it felt like the more you discovered, the more you had in common. And somehow, as the days went by, it was as if you’d known each other far longer than just a week.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that you’d originally just wanted to befriend Kai. After all, he was kind enough to seek you out just to return your keyring, a small gesture that had caught you off guard. But as you spent more time with him, getting to know him better, you couldn’t help but notice that little flutter in your chest whenever you saw him, heard him laugh, or felt the quiet spark between you two. Before you knew it, a small crush had started to form—a soft, hesitant thing that grew each time you connected.
Well, that was the case… until he asked you to hang out with him on the weekend. You remember the moment clearly, as if it had just happened yesterday.
It was a Wednesday night, and you were walking side by side with Kai after your shift. The streets were quieter than usual, the park just a few blocks away offering a peaceful backdrop to the end of a long day. You were lost in conversation, laughing about something silly when suddenly, he said something that made you stop in your tracks.
Kai took a few more steps ahead before noticing you weren’t following. He turned back, his brows raised in quiet curiosity.
“Wait, what?” you asked, not quite trusting your ears. You had heard him correctly, but you needed to be sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. You looked up at him, waiting for some sort of clarification.
Kai’s lips curled into a soft, amused smile, and he let out a low chuckle. “I said, do you want to come over to my place this weekend? We can play Genshin, Pokémon, watch anime, or… whatever you feel like doing. I just want to hang out with you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could filter your words, they spilled out excitedly. “Sure! I'd love to—” You froze mid-sentence, realizing how quickly you’d agreed. You tried to recover, clearing your throat and regaining some semblance of composure. “I mean… I’m off that day, and I don’t really have anything better to do, so... yeah, sure. Why not?” You laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You were hoping that he wouldn't notice that state you were in.
Kai smiled at your response, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “Cool, I’ll send you the address when I get home then,” he said casually, but the soft smile he gave you made your heart race again.
Now here you are, standing nervously in front of his apartment door. Your fingers anxiously toy with the hem of your shirt, the weight of indecision hanging over you. Should you ring the doorbell now, or wait just a little longer? You pull your phone from your pocket once again, unlocking it to check your reflection in the camera, making sure your makeup is still on point.
You catch yourself wondering if you’ve overdone it, but can’t help the doubt creeping in. It is your first time meeting up with him on the weekend, so why settle for the usual work clothes when you can dress up a little? So that's exactly what you did. You chose to go for a simple, casual yet cute vibe for your outfit, a reflection of your personality. Still, the thought of being alone with him in his space makes your stomach flutter with nerves.
After a long, drawn-out moment of hesitation, you take a deep breath to steady yourself, then press the doorbell. Your heart pounds as you wait, counting the seconds, the anticipation building with every beat. Finally, the door clicks open.
You look up and find Kai standing in the doorway. He’s dressed casually, wearing a loose gray hoodie and black sweatpants. It’s nothing extravagant, but the moment your eyes meet, a rush of warmth floods your cheeks. You’ve seen him dressed in something similar before, but there’s something about seeing him in these comfortable, almost cozy clothes that sends your thoughts spinning.
Lately, you've noticed that it’s been harder to keep those stray thoughts at bay. You can’t help but think about him at the oddest moments. You catch yourself re-reading his texts when work gets stressful, and somehow, it always makes you smile. It’s gotten to the point where your co-worker has noticed you spacing out, daydreaming in the middle of a shift. Your little “crush” on him has turned into something more… something that you can’t quite shake off.
“Hey, Y/N! Sorry if I kept you waiting,” Kai says, running a hand through his hair as he gestures for you to come inside.
“Hey, Kai. Not at all, don’t worry!” You force a smile, trying to steady your racing heart, and step inside.
Your eyes quickly scan the unfamiliar space as he shuts the door behind you. You flinch slightly at the sound, the soft click of the door locking behind you amplifying the tension in the air.
As you step inside, you immediately notice how spacious the apartment feels. The high ceilings and open layout give it a sense of freedom, like the space was designed to breathe. Natural light pours in through large windows, casting soft beams that highlight the simple yet creative details of the room.
It’s clear that this place reflects Kai in every corner. The furniture is minimalistic, but it’s carefully chosen, with a mix of modern lines and vintage pieces that feel both comfortable and intentional.
It’s really happening. You’re alone with him now... in his house. But it’s just to hang out. Nothing weird about it. Just play some games, maybe have a laugh... You try to convince yourself, but the fluttering in your stomach refuses to settle.
Kai turns to you with a quick glance, then smiles softly. “Follow me. I have something to show you.”
You nod, feeling your heart pick up its pace, and follow him as he leads you down a short hallway. After a few steps, he stops in front of a closed door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. You pause too, standing beside him, your gaze lingering on his hand as he slowly, almost cautiously, wraps his fingers around the handle.
“I...”, he looks at you for just a second, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he looks away, his hesitation hanging heavy in the air.
The nervousness in your own chest grows with his. What’s going on? You think, worry creeping in as you watch him falter.
“What's wrong?” you ask, your voice soft, but the concern evident in the way you step closer to him.
The earlier tension shifts, replaced by a different kind of unease. It’s not about you anymore—it’s about him. You don’t want him to feel uncomfortable, especially if something is making him hesitate this much.
You gently reach out, placing your hand on his free one. A small, comforting smile pulls at your lips as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. His fingers loosen slightly on the doorknob, but he doesn't pull away from your touch.
Kai looks at you, his eyes softening, and for the first time since you arrived, he seems to exhale, a quiet calm settling over him. The tension in his shoulders eases, and you can almost see him relax, if only just a little.
“You're probably going to hate me for this, but I didn't want to keep any secrets from you.” he says, a light laugh escaping him, though there’s an edge of uncertainty in it. You shake your head, not needing to hear more.
Your heart races. It dawns on you then: whatever lies behind that door, he’s kept it hidden. And now, he trusts you enough to share it. There’s a mixture of excitement and anticipation building in your chest, but also a growing sense of wonder.
What could it be? What secret does he keep in that room? You think to yourself.
Kai’s hand tightens around yours for a brief moment before he takes a deep breath and slowly pushes the door open, revealing the unknown inside.
The door creaks open, and you step into the room, immediately struck by the soft, golden light pouring in through the large window at the far wall. The sunlight spills across the space, bathing everything in a warm, almost dreamlike glow. It feels intimate, personal—like you’ve stepped into something that is deeply, intrinsically Kai.
You take a few steps further in, your gaze drawn to the walls. The paintings are everywhere—some framed and hung meticulously, others leaning casually against the walls as if still waiting for their final placement. The works range from precise and vivid to rough and abstract, but they all share a raw energy, a depth of emotion that’s impossible to ignore.
Some of the paintings are finished—brilliantly detailed and vibrant with emotion. Others are in progress, the brushstrokes thick and loose, as though caught mid-thought. And the way the light catches on the unfinished works, highlighting the vivid streaks of color, you get the feeling that each piece was crafted here in this very room, in that same soft, intimate light. The unfinished ones don’t feel incomplete—they feel alive, as if the artist is still in the process of giving birth to something profound.
Your heart beats a little faster as your eyes take in the sight. The realization hits you like a wave.
These paintings—they’re the ones you saw at the exhibit. The ones that had captivated you, left you wondering about the mysterious anonymous artist behind them. You remember standing in that gallery, looking at the work, feeling a strange, magnetic pull to it, wondering about the artist—who they were, what their story was, why they had chosen to remain faceless, unknown.
And now you know. The artist—the one who had everyone buzzing, everyone desperate to know their identity—is Kai.
The pieces on the walls now are familiar, but they’re so much more than you expected. You had been amazed by them at the gallery, but standing here in the room where they were created, the connection to each brushstroke, each layer of paint, feels much deeper. This is where it all started. This is where Kai has poured himself into every canvas, shaping emotions and stories in silence. And now, it feels like the weight of that silence is finally being lifted.
You turn to Kai, and for a brief moment, you can’t speak. The air between you is thick with the unspoken truth.
He’s watching you, his posture tense, but his eyes—the vulnerability in them is unmistakable. His gaze flickers over to the paintings, then quickly shifts back to you, as if he’s bracing himself for your reaction.
“I never thought I’d show anyone this side of me,” Kai says quietly, his voice almost lost in the stillness of the room. “But the world... they wanted to know who I was. The anonymous artist, the one behind these paintings... I didn’t want to reveal it. Not like this.”
Your breath catches, and you feel a tightness in your chest. The mystery, the anonymity—it all makes sense now. Everyone had been so desperate to uncover the artist behind the work, but Kai wasn’t ready to give that part of himself away. Not until now.
You move closer, your hand instinctively reaching out for his, a silent gesture of comfort, of connection.
“But you’re ready now,” you say softly, the weight of his words sinking in. “You’ve already shared your work with the world, but this... this is something deeper, isn’t it?”
Kai nods, his eyes softening as he meets your gaze. There’s something almost relieved in his expression, like the burden of secrecy is finally lifting.
“I wasn’t ready to face what it would mean to have everyone know. But I think...” His voice falters for a moment, as if unsure of what he’s saying, but then he exhales deeply, as if coming to terms with it. “I think I’m ready for you to see it. For you to know.”
Your heart races as you take in his words. The paintings—the ones that had left you breathless, the ones that had sparked so many questions—are his. This whole time, you had admired them from afar, but now you see the artist behind them. You see him.
“They’re incredible, Kai,” you say, your voice soft, but full of awe. “The world deserves to know you did this. They deserve to see the person behind these works.”
He smiles, a slow, hesitant curve of his lips, and for the first time, you see the weight of the secret lifting from him. “Maybe,” he murmurs. “Maybe I’ll let them know. Maybe I’m ready.”
The room feels smaller now, not in a confining way, but in a way that draws you closer to him. This moment, this revelation, it’s like the light in the room has shifted, casting everything in a new, softer glow.
The paintings aren’t just paintings anymore—they’re pieces of Kai, of his journey, and they’re now part of something shared between the two of you.
You stand there, overwhelmed by the beauty of the room, the paintings, and the connection between them and Kai. It all feels so personal, so intimate. The realization hits you like a wave: Kai, the anonymous artist behind the work that captivated you, is standing right beside you.
Before you can stop yourself, your tears start to fall, unbidden and unexpected. You quickly wipe at your eyes, laughing nervously. You’re not sad—far from it—but overwhelmed, moved by the beauty of it all, and by the knowledge that Kai, the man you’re standing next to, is the one who created these masterpieces.
As silly as it may seem, it felt like fate had woven your paths together. From the moment his paintings first captivated you at the art exhibit to the chance encounter with him later that same day when you dropped your keyring, everything seemed to lead to this. Then there was that moment at the café when he finally returned it to you after searching for you for so long. And now, discovering that it was Kai behind those paintings all along, you’re overwhelmed with emotion. His presence beside you feels warmer than ever, like everything finally makes sense.
You don’t even realize it until Kai’s voice breaks through the quiet of the room, filled with concern.
“Hey,” he says softly, his eyes instantly narrowing as they scan your face. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
You quickly swipe at your face, trying to clear the tears, but they keep coming, one or two slipping past your efforts.
“I’m fine,” you insist, shaking your head as you laugh nervously. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
But Kai is unconvinced. He steps closer, his brow furrowing with concern, and he gently takes a step toward you, his eyes searching yours. “You’re crying, y/n.” he points out, teasing but with an undercurrent of worry. “Is this because I’m the artist behind all those paintings? Was it that dramatic for you?”
You freeze, blinking up at him, and before you can catch yourself, you let the words slip out.
“I… I just think I’m falling for you, okay? You keep surprising me.”
The words escape before you can stop them, and you freeze, horrified by your own slip. A sharp blush spreads across your cheeks, and you take a step back, raising your hands defensively.
“Wait, no, I didn’t mean—”
Kai blinks, his eyes widening slightly, and then he grins, a teasing smirk creeping onto his lips. “Falling for me, huh?” he tilts his head slightly, his voice taking on a playful tone. “Was it the art that did it? Getting you all emotional like that? Here I thought you were crying because you were upset.”
Your face burns with embarrassment, and you’re about to stammer out some kind of awkward excuse when Kai steps forward, his grin softening.
You open your mouth to explain, but nothing comes out. The silence stretches, and the embarrassment makes your chest tighten. You look down at your feet, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. You want to say something—anything—to fix this, to undo the slip. But before you can even manage a breath, Kai’s hand gently lifts your chin, his touch soft but firm.
You glance up at him, trying to gather your thoughts, but before you can speak, Kai leans in and closes the distance between you, slowly tilting your face upward. Your breath hitches in your throat, and before you can process what’s happening, his lips are on yours.
You freeze, the suddenness of it making your heart skip a beat. The world seems to blur around you, and for a few seconds, you don’t know how to react. But then, slowly, your nerves ease, and something inside you unravels. You find yourself responding, your hand moving to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens, soft but full of unspoken emotion.
When you finally pull back, your chest is tight, your breath shallow. You look at him, a little dazed, unsure of what just happened but feeling the heat of it all. Kai’s smile is softer now, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race even more.
“You’re not the only one,” he says quietly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve been falling for you too, y/n.”
The moment he confirms that he feels the same way, something inside you shifts—like a switch has been flipped, igniting something deep within you. You're not sure what it is, but it’s electric, a surge of warmth that floods your chest. Slowly, your hand, which had been resting on the back of his neck, moves upward to gently slide through his hair. The sensation of his softness beneath your fingers sends a thrill through you, and your breath catches as you look at him with dazed eyes.
Heat spreads through your body within seconds, an intense pull toward him that you can’t ignore.
Everything feels sharper, more vivid, the air between you charged with something undeniable.
“You can't just stop there, you know...” you murmur softly, almost like a whisper, your voice barely breaking the silence. The words feel delicate, but there’s a quiet hunger in them that you didn’t expect.
Kai’s gaze shifts instantly—deeper, more intense. His eyes darken, and something in the air between you changes, as though the entire room tightens around the both of you. You feel it in the way he looks at you, like he’s reading you, understanding what you need even before you do.
“Who told you I was going to stop there?” His voice drops lower, laced with something darker, more deliberate.
“We're just getting started, noona.”
Oh well, I guess we're saving Genshin and Pokémon for next time.....
tags: fluff and PURE DELUSION. choi yeonjun x fem reader, txt as txt!mentions of the other txt members but this is just mostly yeonjun (i'm having a brainrot, i am so sorry.), conversations with the txt members are in Korean! (reader is studying the language), please take your anti-delulu pills after reading this (i had to).
a/n: this is just a oneshot I made that's highly inspired by Yeonjun being flirty with MOAs through Weverse DM. (no one stop him) and also just a random "what-if?" thought to fuel my delusions - made this during peak delulu hours. (i need to be sedated fr). this is my first post on Tumblr so pls be kind!! 🙏 also if u read this let's be moots, I love moas <3
wordcount: 2.6k!! this isn't proofread mb ;-;
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The day of the video call fanmeet has finally come, and you were just as ready as ever to finally meet and talk to your favorite kpop group, TOMORROW X TOGETHER.
You were one of the lucky winners through a raffle draw for an online fansign event during the release of one of their new comebacks, and although it took almost an entire week's worth of pay to get multiple entries for a higher chance of winning, but you eventually got what you wanted and it was worth it. You have been waiting for this moment your entire life, and now you finally have the chance to talk to the people who you only saw from afar during concerts and on the screen of your devices.
You prepared everything you wanted to tell them, translated most of it in Korean hoping they would be able to understand you better and you made sure to write down every line on the notes of your MacBook. You prepared your setup in the corner of your room where you had a shelf that kept your collections of their albums and merchandise. You had also placed your phone that you will be using for the fanmeet on a stand placed on top of a small desk that you arranged just in front of your shelf, putting your MacBook just behind your phone so you could read what you had written on your notes while you do the call with them.
You were making finishing touches to your makeup while you looked at your reflection in the camera of your phone, freshening up and making sure you looked presentable in your outfit when you met your favorite idols. It was only a matter of time left till' the event started, and you were the most nervous you have ever been in your life.
After a few minutes of waiting, you felt your heart almost drop to the ground when you heard the notification sound from your phone, and you immediately check the message that was sent to you by the event organizer. You received a text message telling you that they will call you within 5 minutes, and they also reminded you of the guidelines of the event, along with the order of the members that you will be talking to.
You were given exactly 1 minute to talk with each member, and the order was set from the youngest to
oldest,
Huening Kai - Taehyun - Beomgyu - Soobin - Yeonjun.
After a few minutes of waiting, your phone rang and you finally received the call. You took a few deep breaths before answering the call on the fourth ring. You saw a black screen for a few seconds and you heard a staff member in the background telling you to get ready before it officially started.
Once you confirmed with the staff that you were ready, you saw the camera flip over and you were immediately greeted by a smiling Huening Kai, the youngest of the group, waving at you and saying "Hello~" in a cheerful tone. You started off by asking him how his day was before you started with the script you wrote in your notes. Your nervousness started to fade during your interaction with Huening Kai since he was a good listener, and you started to calm down after you both exchanged compliments to each other.
Soon after, it was the second youngest, Taehyun's turn. He started off by complimenting you on how good you looked with your outfit, and you soon got to tell him how much you admired him as a performer, going off with what you prepared in your notes.
The call proceeded with Beomgyu this time, and you were surprised with how sweet and calm he was as he listened to you shower him with appreciation and compliments that you prepared for him, which was very much unlike his usual playful and mischievous image that he has their contents and during concert interactions.
After speaking with Beomgyu, you were greeted by the group's leader, Soobin. He initiated the conversation first by asking how your day was and soon after, he listened to you intently as you read what you had prepared for him. Just like the other members, you made sure to give him all the praise and words of encouragement that he deserves. You emphasized that he was doing amazing as the leader of the group and that he was receiving a lot of love from the fans, and he made sure to thank you for your kind words before he bid you farewell feeling a bit emotional as you noticed his eyes started getting watery before your interaction with him ended.
Everything was going great so far, until you were down to meet the last member Yeonjun, which was the oldest of the group and who you consider your bias/favorite member. After talking to 4/5 members of the group, you were no longer as nervous as you were when you first answered the call.
Everyone listened to you well, and they definitely helped you feel comfortable during your interactions with them. All of that came crashing down when Yeonjun appeared on the screen. He had the charisma that immediately sent your mind going places, and you knew he was the most attractive in your eyes since he was the first member to catch your attention when you were just getting to know the group. You liked everything about him from the visuals to how talented he is, how charismatic he is when he performs, his personality on and offstage, how he would interact and show his love towards the fans, and so many
more.
Yeonjun started off the call by greeting you with a smile and complimenting your look, and that sent your heart racing immediately.
You just could not believe what was happening at that moment, the fact that he knows your existence and you had the chance to talk to him directly almost made your brain malfunction. You proceeded to read out what you prepared to tell him during his turn, and you were nervous during the whole interaction with Yeonjun, but he made sure to ease your worries with a smile, giving you nods every now and then to reassure you that he was listening to you.
Yeonjun thanked you for your kind words and told you to take care of yourself and stay healthy until your next meeting with him. He wrapped up the call by telling you that he was hoping to see you and talk to you again sometime given the chance, and you told him that you felt the same. He made a heart pose with his hands quickly before waving at you as said your goodbyes. The experience was short lived but it gave you memories that you will treasure in a lifetime.
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A month has passed after the online fanmeet event, and you posted a few clips of the recordings you
had during your call with TXT in the social media platforms that you actively used. Some of them went viral, especially the clips of your interaction with your bias, Yeonjun. You received a lot of replies and reblogs, gathering various reactions from fans and non-fans.
(Yeonjun definitely knew he was your bias!)
(Wbk that Yeonjun is always flirting with MOAs, but why was he especially flirty with this one?)
(The smile he had while you were talking, OP had this man WHIPPED for her!)
(Girl, if my bias looked at me and talked to me like that i would ask him what are we)
(Are you sure Yeonjun isn't the fan here?)
(You're so pretty that I would break the rules if I was Yeonjun ngl)
These were just some of the memorable reactions to the clips you uploaded, but you were thankful and glad that they got a lot of attention, to the point where there were people that got into the fandom after seeing the members interact nicely with their fans.
It was also the day that you were getting the albums that you ordered, which you were excited to finally unbox after receiving them in the mail. You grabbed some scissors before picking up the package that you placed on your shelf and placed it on your bed for you to unbox. You slowly cut up the packaging of the albums and removed the plastic seal carefully, making sure you won't damage the album in any way.
You browsed the photos from the photobook that came with the album first, before checking the other inclusions and finally seeing which members you pulled for the photocard. Luck was on your side when you pulled every member, not having any dupes and getting a Yeonjun photocard on the album version that you liked the most. You then read what each member wrote on some pages of the albums during your fanmeet, you found it cute how you can tell their personalities apart just from those short messages. Yeonjun's message in particular, stood out to you the most.
"Let's meet again soon, cutie! <3"
You giggled at the little nickname he gave you and heart he drew at the end. It's just like Yeonjun to write something like that, you thought to yourself.
After the adrenaline from unboxing the albums has run out, you organized the albums on the shelf that contained the rest of your collection, and you stored the new photocards you had just pulled in the photocard binder where you place all of your other photocards. You went back to bed and scrolled through your phone mindlessly while lying down. It was your day off, and you decided to have a lazy day in today. You were scrolling through your favorite page of TXT updates to catch up on what you weren't able to while you were busy with work, and it was when you saw the most recent update, a message from Yeonjun through Weverse DM.
("hi, y/n!")
("have you eaten yet? don't skip your meals today and make sure to eat lots, okay?")
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(I had kimchi fried rice for breakfast, Taehyun cooked for us today!)
A wild thought suddenly came to mind. You immediately opened your Weverse app, and went on the page with the Weverse DM feature for TXT. When they first introduced this feature, you always told yourself that it was nonsense having to get a subscription like this especially when you can just get the updates online without having to spend anything, and with translations too.
That was what you told yourself, but it won't hurt to change your mind now, right? You will technically get what you're paying for, since you will receive their messages in real time and you will experience it firsthand, so it's worth a try, right? You were mostly working to afford paying for your hobbies anyway, so what's so bad about paying for a little subscription to chat with your bias? You thought to yourself as you let out a deep sigh before successfully purchasing the subscription for Yeonjun's Weverse DM.
You wrote your first name as your nickname and wrote a message before clearing them and typing another one. After multiple attempts of trying to figure out what message to send, you finally pressed the 'send' button after much consideration, there is a chance that he could read it, after all.
(Hi, Yeonjun! This is y/n. I hope your day is going well so far. It's my first time sending you a message so I'm not sure what to say but I hope we can talk lots here! I'm excited to read more messages from you.)
(I had toast and bacon for breakfast today. You should eat your meals too and try to have some snacks in between when you can! I hope you can get through your schedule well today. Please take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard. I'm always rooting for you, Yeonjun! Fighting!)
You were reading through your messages nervously after you sent them, trying to see if that was okay.
There's only a small chance that he could read it, knowing there were probably thousands of people messaging him too at the same time you did, but it was still nice to know that there's a possibility of him reading it and that your messages could get through to him. Not too long after, you heard a short ring from your phone, and your eyes widened after seeing that you received messages from Yeonjun.
(Wow, that sounds good.... ㅜㅜ)
(I'll try to get that for breakfast tomorrow too! Thanks for the idea!! lol)
(I'm always grateful for your support, y/n. I'll work hard today too! Fighting~)
You smiled while reading his replies. In a way, it felt like he replied to the messages you sent, but that couldn't be, because anyone could have messaged him something similar to what you sent and he probably would've read that instead, right?
You tried to prove yourself otherwise by sending another message, testing to see if he was able to read your messages or not based on his next replies.
(I want to try kimchi fried rice made by Taehyun too... that sounds really good!)
(Send us a picture of your breakfast tomorrow, please!)
You waited a few minutes before you received another reply from him.
(I wasn't able to take a photo of the kimchi fried rice that Taehyun made us earlier..ㅠㅠ)
(But I'll make sure to send you a photo of what I'll have for breakfast tomorrow~)
You were starting to doubt your eyes. You replied to him once more, testing out your theory. There is no way, right? Anyone could have asked him the same thing too, you convinced yourself.
(I heard you were coming to our city for your next tour, I already saved up so I can buy tickets to see you guys again! I can't wait!)
(I think you look really good wearing glasses... can you wear glasses when you visit here next time?)
You fiddled with your phone for a bit after you hit 'send'. You sat on your bed nervously, waiting for a reply. You were sure you wouldn't get a response to your question, even though you were slightly hoping for it, you just thought it couldn't be possible. More than 15 minutes have passed, and there was still no reply from Yeonjun. Right, there was no way he could be responding to you directly when he can read thousands of messages from MOAs at once, so you figured you were just imagining things earlier.
You were just about to exit the Weverse app when you heard the notification sound from your phone come up, and you see a new text bubble appear on the screen.
(I didn't know you guys liked it whenever I wore glasses, maybe I'll wear them on our tour next time then lol)
(I'm only telling you about this in advance, y/n. So keep this between us, okay?)
(Let's meet again soon, cutie! <3)
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when you read the messages from Yeonjun pop up one after another on the screen of your phone. The last message he sent was the exact same message he wrote in the album you opened not too long ago. The nickname and the small heart afterwards were just too much of a coincidence for you, but you still didn't think it was possible for something like that to happen. You were just getting over yourself, and you felt that you probably might have read too many AO3 fanfics recently, and that you were starting to lose your sense of reality.
You shook your head and turned off your phone, grabbing a towel and some clothes from your closet before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. You decided to take time off of your phone and head outside to clear your head. That's right, you probably just weren't thinking straight.
"That's enough of being delusional for today." you muttered to yourself.
But little did you know that somewhere out there, Yeonjun was smiling to himself while he reads your conversation, thinking otherwise.
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