♑︎ I will not write anything nsfw for underage idols. Idols must be over 19 years old or at 19, no under.
♑︎ I will not write straight stuff, I’m sorry guys but I won’t, unless it’s mtf x member since it counts as lgbtq+. There are PLENTY straight reader works out there and blogs that do that. There aren’t however many queer blogs that will write for male and more. I’m also not the most comfortable writing straight stuff on here. I’ll mostly be doing mlm.
♑︎ I do not feel comfortable with female readers reading my male reader works. I do write gn reader and that’s okay, but other than that I don’t feel comfortable. As there’s a serious issue with female readers/writers fetishizing mlm. If I find out a female reader has requested a male reader you will be blocked from the account. We are not a fetish.
♑︎ I will do writing for gender neutral, non binary, asexuals, and more, all you have to do is request and I’ll do it!
♑︎ I do not own any of the gifs used, credit and respect to all owners of them
every single bitch who sent and paid for those funeral wreaths in front of sm when seunghan came back, you all have a special place in hell for hating on that man for doing nothing wrong
I know I’m not on here much anymore, as I said I’ve felt a disconnect from kpop for a while now. But I just wanted to give a friendly reminder and boundary. I do NOT feel comfortable with women reading my male reader works. It’s a simple boundary, please respect it. Those works are not for you.
I know I’ve been gone for a while, I’ve been feeling a disconnect from kpop for a while now. I’m slowly coming back but it’ll take time. However, I was on tiktok and heard some news. Tumblr is sharing all our information with AI. You can turn this off!!
Go to settings, scroll down to “visibility”, click it, scroll down “prevent third party sharing” and turn it on.
I’m not entirely sure what it all entails, but yk, it’s AI. And as a writer, I know at least for me I do NOT want them having access to my work. And I can only imagine for artists on here. I hope this helps out.
Can you do a Yandere Winwin x Yandere Male Reader story?
I’m going to be 1000% honest I do not understand Yandere, I hear two completely different definitions of it and if confused tf out of me. But if it’s the version I think you’re asking, no I cannot. Idc if anyone likes Yandere, personally I do not. It feels like romanticizing abuse? It just does not feel comfortable for me. I’m sorry!
EXO have released their 8th album(well, technically 1st full english album)(this is 2024, if Kai and Sehun had already finished their millitary services), and Male Reader(they are one of the oldest, and leader of EXO E (EXO english), and its ot14 with Male Reader2(leader of EXO Japan). And so things get off to a bad start when they get a ouija board..l
Warnings: SEXUAL JOKES, Sulay x Male Reader, Tao x Male Reader2, no angst, TOO MUCH CRACK, basically a comedy
Sorry I do not write for EXO! I also do not know anything about them personally so I honestly couldn’t even if I wanted to.
I hope you can find someone else to write it for you tho! If anyone sees this and wants to take this request go ahead and comment!
To the account who just liked and reblogged my skz stories, putting comments in sometimes, I see you and I appreciate you ❤️🫶🏼
Seriously that made me smile. Thank you!! And thank you to others who simply just like one work. Any interaction shows you like my stuff and it helps a lot.
hi new anon here!! i love your work so much so i was wondering if i can request a yeonjun x male reader imagine based off the song “sparks fly” by taylor swift and fall out boy? kinda like a scared to confess fic but reader knows he can’t live without yeonjun in his life so takes the risk and confesses anyways? thank you!
pairing: yeonjun x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/songfic word count: 1.0k
includes: confession fic, lots of yearning, fluff, so much yearning, gets a tiny bit suggestive at the end
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so glad you like my work :)) i hope you like it <33
warnings: implied internalized homophobia, mentions of homophobia
i run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild
you sit on yeonjun’s messily made bed as you mindlessly scroll through your phone. his small bed sits in the corner of his room beside the window. the black curtains have been pulled back to expose the slowly setting sun, casting a golden glow across the room.
after a few more minutes, the quiet hum of flowing water from the bathroom stopping catches your attention. you set your phone aside on the bedside table when yeonjun steps out of the bathroom; a small amount of steam escapes from the room with him.
your heart skips a beat in your chest. despite the oversized t-shirt hangs loosely from yeonjun’s shoulders, his toned muscles are still clearly visible. his light gray sweatpants hang around his ankles, occasionally dragging against the floor each time he walks. a small towel hangs around his shoulders to catch the stray droplets of water that fall from his wet strands.
just keep on keepin’ your eyes on me, it’s just wrong enough to make it feel right
yeonjun smiles brightly at you as he wanders over to the side of his bed. he pauses just before the edge of the bed; his lips quirk upwards into a small, mischievous smile. “what are you doing?” you chuckle. yeonjun doesn’t respond - instead he jumps down next to you. he wraps his arms around your shoulders as he rubs his damp hair against your body. “hey!”
you laugh, wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s waist. you squirm at the ticklish feeling of his hair rubbing against the exposed skin of your neck.
he chuckles as he finally pulls away. your shirt and neck are now slightly damp. your hands still rest against his waist; yeonjun’s are wrapped around your shoulders.
silence falls over the room when your laughter fades. his knees press against either side of your hips; his body pressed against yours. your breath hitches when you look upwards and finally meet his eyes. dark irises meet your own. your heartbeat rages in your ears - suffocates you.
and lead me up the staircase, won’t you whisper soft and slow?
“is this okay?” yeonjun finally whispers. the slowly disappearing daylight does little to hide the deep blush spreading up his neck and across his cheeks.
“yeah,” you breathlessly reply. you hesitantly leave your hands against his waist. despite your already usually touchy friendship, something feels different. an unfamiliar tension lingers in the air around you. “it’s perfectly fine.”
i’m captivated by you, baby, like a firework show
a comfortable silence falls across the room. you find yourself admiring each one of yeonjun’s features. the small moles decorating his face are visible without the usual layer of foundation covering them.
he unconsciously licks his plump lips, only making the swarm of butterflies in your chest even stronger. they battle around in your chest. your heart beats rapidly in your chest.
your breath hitches in your throat when yeonjun’s gaze flicks down to your lips. he leans in slightly until there are mere centimeters between you. you can feel his breath ghosting against you. anticipation builds in your chest until-
crack!
drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain
you jump back as a loud pop of thunder rumbles. the noise echoes throughout the previously quiet neighbourhood, startling you and yeonjun away from each other. lightning illuminates his bedroom in a brilliant flash of momentary light.
you awkwardly clear your throat as yeonjun shifts away from you. “sorry,” he mumbles. his gaze falls to the floor. he nervously scratches at the back of his neck as you stand up beside him.
“don’t be.” rain droplets roll down yeonjun’s window. they splash against the glass before finally landing on the ground below. “hey,” you say, gesturing towards the sight. “it’s raining.”
you reach over to grab yeonjun’s wrist, all but dragging him along with you down the stairs. “where are we going?” he chuckles as he follows after you.
kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain
you don’t answer, instead pulling him out of his front door behind you. you smile brightly as small droplets occasionally hit you. the water stains your shirt and flattens your hair down. you intertwine your fingers together as you pull yeonjun out from underneath his porch into the rain with you.
laughter escapes both of your lips as you twirl around on the pavement. a soft gasp escapes you when you slip on the wet concrete. he reaches out, wrapping his arm around your waist to catch you before you hit the ground. he pulls you against his chest to support you. “are you okay?”
“yeah,” you breathe. your wide eyes meet yeonjun’s before you relax against his touch. “thank you.”
the familiar tension falls between you again. you look up into his eyes. he stares back at you, slowly beginning to lean in once again.
“we shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumble, though your gaze remains fixated on yeonjun’s lips. his hands fall to your hips, keeping your body closely pressed against his.
“why?” he whispers. “because we’re both boys?” your breath hitches when he steps even closer. your arms wrap around his neck almost instinctively. his breath ghosts against your skin.
“y/n,” yeonjun’s voice pulls you from your swirling thoughts. you can barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. “do you want this?”
“yeonjun,” you breathe. you pull him even closer. “please kiss me.”
‘cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile
yeonjun doesn’t waste any more time. he leans in, finally pulling you into a sweet kiss. your lips mold together perfectly - as if you were made for each other. your bodies dance around each other as if in a dance.
you’re both nearly panting by the time you pull away. your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. rain continues to fall on both of you, soaking your clothing and ruining your previously styled hair, though neither of you mind.
you can feel your heart skip a beat once again when yeonjun smiles at you. you can see the flush on his cheeks, making you softly chuckle.
his grip on your hips tightens slightly. you pull him back into another kiss - this time deeper. you kiss him again, and again, and again. your hand tangles into his hair, gently tugging on the strands. a soft gasp escapes yeonjun’s lips before he pulls away, smirking as he catches his breath. “should we take this back inside?”
Just to give a heads up, I’m planning on redoing my master lists for all of my works. If I go through with it it’ll spam my feed, so I’m sorry in advanced! I’m just ready for a new set up.
You know what’s worse then an author deleting something?
When you remember a fanfic and want to re-read it but can’t remember the author or the name of the story. So now your entire search bar is just ____ x reader and then a random word associated with said fanfic. And ya still can’t find it 😭
I’ve been trying to find this fanfic for an half an hour and I still can find it ✋😫 Help.
Hongjoong was abandoned by his parents in a magical forest when he was younger, causing him to have serious trust issues. Flash forward to him as an adult, now a witch in a small cottage in the middle of the woods, constantly being pestered by a demon.
That demon being Mingi, an incubus. Who is deeply in love with Hongjoong, but doesn’t feel that Hongjoong feels the same for him.
Or,
Hongjoong is a witch and Mingi is a whipped ass demon.
Words: 4512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho, Park Seonghwa
Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi, Kim Hongjoong & Song Mingi
Additional Tags: Witch Kim Hongjoong, Witch Hongjoong, Demon Song Mingi, Demon Mingi, Incubus Mingi, Nymph Kang Yeosang, nymph yeosang, Demon Jeong Yunho, demon yunho, Chaos Demon Yunho, Dryad Park Seonghwa, Dryad Seonghwa, Sexual Content, Awkward Sexual Situations, Mingi is Literally An Incubus, A Literal Sex Demon, Magic, Hard Core Fantasy, Slow Burn, lots of magic, Alcohol, Mingis True Form Is A Bit Creepy, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Mild Gore, Explicit Language, Demons Don’t Know How To Not Curse, Happy Ending
Is it possible for you to do headcanons for StrayKids as m!reader's fanboys?❤️ Reader is the idol and SKZ are not, like reversed roles kinda. Maybe also when and how they started being reader's fans?
WE LOVE YOU! - SKZ!OT8
꒰ you're a popular soloist in south korea, so skz is bound to become your fanboys.
+ pairings: non idol!skz & soloist!male reader (seperate only for how they became your fans)
× warnings: none.
# genre: fluff?
& another ot8 yaaa
HOW SKZ BECAME YOUR FANBOYS
꒰ BANG CHAN
Heard your song through his friend. They wanted him to listen to one of your songs and he immediately fell in love. The beat, the rhythm, the lyrics, everything was perfect.
꒰ LEE KNOW
Han was singing one of your sadder love songs and Minho wanted to know what it was. Once he knew how good your discography ones, he was bound to become your fanboy. Also saw one of your dance practice videos and fell in love with your moves, how flawlessly you moved.
꒰ SEO CHANGBIN
He was looking for workout songs and your song got recommended to him by Spotify. Curious, he listened to one of your songs and immediately just went over the moon. His playlist is almost full of only your songs.
꒰ HWANG HYUNJIN
He was drawing with his Spotify music on and then your song suddenly started playing. Your melodious voice rang through his room, and he had to immediately check who was singing.
꒰ HAN JISUNG
Your #1 fanboy. He heard about you while scrolling through Instagram, stumbling upon one of your posts and finding out that you were a soloist. Then, he decided to check out your songs. He .. was amazed.
꒰ LEE FELIX
He was scrolling through TikTok and came across your account, promoting your newest song, (insert song name). He loved the song, like alot, and wanted to know more about you.
꒰ KIM SEUNGMIN
Literally your fan since debut. Like during his work, he would always hum your songs while he typed out the work given to him.
꒰ YANG JEONGIN
Seungmin introduced him to you. He always saw him humming a pretty tune, so he got curious. Turns out, he fell in love with every single album you released.
Everyone got ready for your concert. Bringing your cute lightstick, bringing your iconic beanie, and your favourite shoe brand. They were ready for your concert and got the best places. Right infront of you. All of them had prepared small gifts just for you.
Jisung was tying his shoe as his hands were shaking. He was so excited to go to your concert!
Once they arrived, they showed their tickets to the guard before going in, hiding their faces as best as they could. You were still backstage, getting your makeup done, your outfit and others.
The concert was starting. The eight people looked at the stage as you emerged, greeting your fans with the brightest smile on your face.
You crouched down to wave at the fans at the front, greeting them while you waited for the music to start. You looked at the eight people that looked more excited than the people behind them.
You smiled at the eight people. Looking at one specific member that was extremely excited to see you so close up.
You gestured a high five as Jisung quickly connected the high five. He looked at his shaking hand with the happiest look on his face.
You continued to greet fans before starting the concert with your most popular song; (song name). You sang and rap like an angel, your outfit complimenting your features and your smooth dance moves who amazed everyone in the room.
Changbin and Han rapped along with you, while most sang with you with a big smile. One of your more .. sexier songs came up, which you thought was the 3rd song, but maybe they messed it up.
You did your choreography, and then the iconic part came up. SKZ screamed, fanboying harder than anyone in the room. You winked at the audience and then a roar of screams erupted. You could probably hear SKZ's screams more.
After a few hours of performing, you were bound to sweat. Panting as you crouched down to accept little gifts from a few fans. SKZ handed all their gifts with their names tagged on to it. Han held his phone, indicating that he wanted a picture or video of you personally in his camera roll.
You grabbed his phone and swiped up to open the camera, swiping to the video option and then showing you in the corner with the audience. Han looked visibly excited along with the others.
You did a few aegyo poses to the camera before giving the phone back to him. You winked at the group before accepting more gifts from fans. SKZ looked at each other before fanboying over you again.
After accepting the kind gifts from fans, you said a few things before waving goodbye to everyone in the room, smiling to everyone.
Stray Kids came back happier than ever, even if their voices disappeared. Han, Changbin and Jeongin kept looking at the clip Han got, fanboying even more.
He sent the video to the group chat and everyone saved it.
Beomgyus home life is getting progressively worse. After one horrible episode, Beomgyu asks you to run away with him.
Choi Beomgyu X Male Reader
Requested: pffft… no-
Warnings: angst, abuse, homophobia, homophobic slur words used! (and not used lightly), violence, depression, coming out, getting together, ambiguous ending, mentions of parent death, please don’t take these warnings lightly, tbh I’d say the violence and abuse is graphic :/, not a lot but yk I use details and that in itself qualifies to me, be careful reading this!!
Beomgyus home life declined rapidly after his mother passed away. His father took his anger and pain out on him, and never stopped.
His mother had the most beautiful voice and encouraged Beomgyu to do music, something he fell in love with as a child. But since her death, his father hated music, even more when Beomgyu had something to do with it.
While he mourned his mothers passing, a new student showed up at school. Unexpectedly, Beomgyu started leaning on him. A new person to help him through everything that wasn’t his own group of friends. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them, but there are some things that’s he couldn’t confide in them with. That boys name was y/n.
Y/n supported his love for music and continuing with it, helping him sneak around with his friends and band to play. He was there for every performance and did his best to go with him during practices.
It really didn’t take long for Beomgyu to fall for y/n. The one problem was, if there was anything Beomgyus dad hated more than music, or his son himself, it was gay people. He despised gay people.
Beomgyu knew if there was anything that would cause his dad to kick him out or worse, it would be that. And there was no chance he was risking it. So he kept his feelings to himself, basking in what he could. Being around y/n was enough for him, at least at the time.
He kept a diary of everything though, his music, missing his mom, his dads abuse, and his love for his classmate who just so happened to also be a boy. It was locked, and kept under his mattress, the one place his father never went through.
Until one night, Beomgyu snuck out to play with his band.
It wasn’t late at all, and he told his dad he was just studying at Soobins house. But somehow, someone told Beomgyus dad what he had been up to. So while he was gone, his dad trashed his room, digging through everything and breaking anything in his room that had anything to do with music.
When he snuck back into his window, he felt something was off. When he stepped on the ground, he stepped on a broken cd. His heart stopped, and after adjusting to the dark, he noticed his room was trashed.
He sat down on his bed and looked around in horror and heartbreak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what his father had done. In fear, he checked under his mattress for his diary, his heart stopping once he realized it was gone.
In that moment, the door opened and the light was turned on. His father was standing in the doorway, a look of pure anger and hatred on his face as he gripped his broken but opened diary.
Y/n was laying in bed scrolling on tiktok when he got a text from Beomgyu just saying ‘I’m sorry’. His body ran cold, he had a feeling something was seriously wrong.
Y/n quickly grabbed a jacket and shoes, he had on a simple shirt and sweats, so he didn’t bother changing. He rushed to his car and drove off to Beomgyus house, gripping the steering wheel.
He was madly in love with him. With his voice, his smile, his playfulness. Before he realized it, Beomgyu became his whole world. Dramatic yeah, but it was true. He was his happiness and life line. And never gave up on Beomgyu. Seeing that text, it scared him. They had a good day, Beomgyu had a good day. He knew his dad was abusive, he’d taken care of Beomgyu physically and mentally after his dads episodes. This however, was different. He knew.
“… and I know I didn’t raise a fucking fag!!! You’re a disgrace, disgusting. I cannot believe something like you could be in my household!!!” Y/n could hear Beomgyus father yell as he pulled up, there were also sounds of things being thrown around and he could swear he heard him hit his own son too.
Y/n popped his jaw in anger and picked up his phone, texting Beomgyu as fast as he could. ‘I’m outside’. It didn’t take long for him to be left on read. He didn’t get out of his car, he wanted to drive away immediately, and based off what he heard being yelled, he knew actually showing himself would make it worse.
“To go behind my back and continue with music when I specifically told you not to is one thing, I’m pissed at you for that! But THIS?! Hey— what the hell do you think you’re doing? You better not be waking away from me!” — “GET OFF OF ME!! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, DO NOT TOUCH ME!!”
Y/n startled when he heard Beomgyu scream back at his dad. It was so loud his voice was breaking and scratching. He could hear more crashing before the window opened again, Beomgyu climbing out with a duffle bag and his backpack.
He ran over to y/ns car, a busted lip, black eye, and tears streaming down his face. He barely got the car door closed before y/n drove off, not allowing his father to catch up.
“Gyu? Are you with me?” Y/n asked, reaching over to place his hand on Beomgyus thigh.
He didn’t get a response, and when he worriedly looked over he saw him staring out the window silently crying. He frowned hard and kept driving, keeping his hand on Beomgyus thigh, softly rubbing circles on it.
“They’re asleep, they won’t wake up to us moving around. You’ll be alright.” Y/n explained as he parked his car at his apartment.
Beomgyu just nodded and got out of the car, grabbing his stuff. Y/ns heart broke, getting out as well and going to him. He grabbed the duffel bag for him and took his keys out, bringing him inside. He grabbed his hand and brought him to his bedroom.
“I’m going to grab some first aid stuff okay? I’ll be right back.” Y/n stuttered out, trying to hide his frown.
He could see now with light just how bad Beomgyus condition was. He knew he wouldn’t need a hospital, he knew Beomgyu absolutely hated the idea of going or telling the cops. But he needed to clean his open wounds.
Beomgyu nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Y/n quietly rushed to the bathroom and grabbed what he needed, not wanting to leave him alone for too long. He went back to his room and locked the door behind him, before going over to him.
Y/n sat in front of Beomgyu, sighing. “I need you to take your shirt off, please…”
Beomgyu didn’t really show a reaction, but proceeded to take his shirt off anyways. Y/n let out a shaky breath as he saw the bruises on his stomach. They weren’t too bad, but they were there.
Y/n started cleaning Beomgyu up, tears welling in his eyes. His neck had red irritated marks in the shape of handprints on them, which looked ready to turn into a bruise at any moment. His left collarbone had scratches on it, which looked it like came from the fabric of his shirt ripping the skin open.
What’s worse was his face, he had a black eye, his eyebrow above it was split open. His cheek was busted open, along with his bottom lip. Y/n did he best to clean it and patch him up. He wanted so badly to tell him to call the cops, or get proper medical care, but he knew it would only make the situation worse. So he stayed silent instead.
“You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep okay?” Y/n asked, grabbing a hold of one of Beomgyus hands, noticing blood on them.
He felt the boy nod as he began cleaning his hands the best he could. Y/n went to the closet after, pulling out a shirt for him to borrow before going into his duffel bag, pulling out a pair of boxers and shorts. He had to physically help Beomgyu change his clothes since he was still in shock. After Beomgyu was dressed he helped him get under the covers, pulling him close to his chest.
“What if…” Beomgyu mumbled, his voice broken and hoarse as he stared at the wall in the pitch black room. “What if we ran away together?”
Y/n was silent at first, before whispering softly. “I can’t Gyu… we can’t… we’re minors, we have no where to go, no way to support ourselves. I’d love to run away with you, be with you forever, but we can’t…”
Beomgyu gripped his shirt, finally bursting into tears. “I want to leave, I want to run away from this place. Not just home, but this town, this pain. I can’t take it anymore. But I don’t want to be alone.”
Y/n turned from laying on his back to facing Beomgyu, holding his waist while also holding him close. “I know Gyu, I’m so sorry. I wish we could, I really do.”
They stayed like that for a while, letting Beomgyu cry it all out. Y/n caressed his waist soothingly, letting him do as he needed. He didn’t seem phased when Beomgyu moved his hand to his neck, then to his face, cupping his cheek. He moved to place his hand over Beomgyus, not expecting to find himself in a passionate kiss.
Y/n made a soft startled sound before kissing him back, letting Beomgyu take control. There were a couple of moments where it was more teeth than lips, but he knew he was emotional and didn’t care much.
He placed his hand back on Beomgyus waist, gently pushing him away. “We should really go to sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”
Tbh last time I wrote an angst story I thought it was horrible and cringy, turns out I made a lot of you cry— again I’m so sorry.
That being said, this one I believe definitely will be emotional. I did not have fun writing this. But I needed to write it out, to get it off my chest. This story shouldn’t be taken lightly. This and so much worse happens to our community every single day. It’s more than okay if you can’t handle these types of stories, usually I myself avoid them like the plague. Read the warnings, take them seriously. Stop reading if it hurts you. I do care about you all, I don’t want you hurt.
I’ve been going through a lot rn (not this stuff please don’t worry), I’m not in a good or positive mindset. I have my reasons for posting a story like this, they’ll stay personal reasons.
Beomgyus home life is getting progressively worse. After one horrible episode, Beomgyu asks you to run away with him.
Choi Beomgyu X Male Reader (no agab mentioned)
Requested: pffft… no-
Warnings: angst, abuse, homophobia, homophobic slur words used! (and not used lightly), violence, depression, coming out, getting together, ambiguous ending, mentions of parent death, please don’t take these warnings lightly, tbh I’d say the violence and abuse is graphic :/, not a lot but yk I use details and that in itself qualifies to me, be careful reading this!!
Beomgyus home life declined rapidly after his mother passed away. His father took his anger and pain out on him, and never stopped.
His mother had the most beautiful voice and encouraged Beomgyu to do music, something he fell in love with as a child. But since her death, his father hated music, even more when Beomgyu had something to do with it.
While he mourned his mothers passing, a new student showed up at school. Unexpectedly, Beomgyu started leaning on him. A new person to help him through everything that wasn’t his own group of friends. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them, but there are some things that’s he couldn’t confide in them with. That boys name was y/n.
Y/n supported his love for music and continuing with it, helping him sneak around with his friends and band to play. He was there for every performance and did his best to go with him during practices.
It really didn’t take long for Beomgyu to fall for y/n. The one problem was, if there was anything Beomgyus dad hated more than music, or his son himself, it was gay people. He despised gay people.
Beomgyu knew if there was anything that would cause his dad to kick him out or worse, it would be that. And there was no chance he was risking it. So he kept his feelings to himself, basking in what he could. Being around y/n was enough for him, at least at the time.
He kept a diary of everything though, his music, missing his mom, his dads abuse, and his love for his classmate who just so happened to also be a boy. It was locked, and kept under his mattress, the one place his father never went through.
Until one night, Beomgyu snuck out to play with his band.
It wasn’t late at all, and he told his dad he was just studying at Soobins house. But somehow, someone told Beomgyus dad what he had been up to. So while he was gone, his dad trashed his room, digging through everything and breaking anything in his room that had anything to do with music.
When he snuck back into his window, he felt something was off. When he stepped on the ground, he stepped on a broken cd. His heart stopped, and after adjusting to the dark, he noticed his room was trashed.
He sat down on his bed and looked around in horror and heartbreak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what his father had done. In fear, he checked under his mattress for his diary, his heart stopping once he realized it was gone.
In that moment, the door opened and the light was turned on. His father was standing in the doorway, a look of pure anger and hatred on his face as he gripped his broken but opened diary.
Y/n was laying in bed scrolling on tiktok when he got a text from Beomgyu just saying ‘I’m sorry’. His body ran cold, he had a feeling something was seriously wrong.
Y/n quickly grabbed a jacket and shoes, he had on a simple shirt and sweats, so he didn’t bother changing. He rushed to his car and drove off to Beomgyus house, gripping the steering wheel.
He was madly in love with him. With his voice, his smile, his playfulness. Before he realized it, Beomgyu became his whole world. Dramatic yeah, but it was true. He was his happiness and life line. And never gave up on Beomgyu. Seeing that text, it scared him. They had a good day, Beomgyu had a good day. He knew his dad was abusive, he’d taken care of Beomgyu physically and mentally after his dads episodes. This however, was different. He knew.
“… and I know I didn’t raise a fucking fag!!! You’re a disgrace, disgusting. I cannot believe something like you could be in my household!!!” Y/n could hear Beomgyus father yell as he pulled up, there were also sounds of things being thrown around and he could swear he heard him hit his own son too.
Y/n popped his jaw in anger and picked up his phone, texting Beomgyu as fast as he could. ‘I’m outside’. It didn’t take long for him to be left on read. He didn’t get out of his car, he wanted to drive away immediately, and based off what he heard being yelled, he knew actually showing himself would make it worse.
“To go behind my back and continue with music when I specifically told you not to is one thing, I’m pissed at you for that! But THIS?! Hey— what the hell do you think you’re doing? You better not be waking away from me!” — “GET OFF OF ME!! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, DO NOT TOUCH ME!!”
Y/n startled when he heard Beomgyu scream back at his dad. It was so loud his voice was breaking and scratching. He could hear more crashing before the window opened again, Beomgyu climbing out with a duffle bag and his backpack.
He ran over to y/ns car, a busted lip, black eye, and tears streaming down his face. He barely got the car door closed before y/n drove off, not allowing his father to catch up.
“Gyu? Are you with me?” Y/n asked, reaching over to place his hand on Beomgyus thigh.
He didn’t get a response, and when he worriedly looked over he saw him staring out the window silently crying. He frowned hard and kept driving, keeping his hand on Beomgyus thigh, softly rubbing circles on it.
“They’re asleep, they won’t wake up to us moving around. You’ll be alright.” Y/n explained as he parked his car at his apartment.
Beomgyu just nodded and got out of the car, grabbing his stuff. Y/ns heart broke, getting out as well and going to him. He grabbed the duffel bag for him and took his keys out, bringing him inside. He grabbed his hand and brought him to his bedroom.
“I’m going to grab some first aid stuff okay? I’ll be right back.” Y/n stuttered out, trying to hide his frown.
He could see now with light just how bad Beomgyus condition was. He knew he wouldn’t need a hospital, he knew Beomgyu absolutely hated the idea of going or telling the cops. But he needed to clean his open wounds.
Beomgyu nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Y/n quietly rushed to the bathroom and grabbed what he needed, not wanting to leave him alone for too long. He went back to his room and locked the door behind him, before going over to him.
Y/n sat in front of Beomgyu, sighing. “I need you to take your shirt off, please…”
Beomgyu didn’t really show a reaction, but proceeded to take his shirt off anyways. Y/n let out a shaky breath as he saw the bruises on his stomach. They weren’t too bad, but they were there.
Y/n started cleaning Beomgyu up, tears welling in his eyes. His neck had red irritated marks in the shape of handprints on them, which looked ready to turn into a bruise at any moment. His left collarbone had scratches on it, which looked it like came from the fabric of his shirt ripping the skin open.
What’s worse was his face, he had a black eye, his eyebrow above it was split open. His cheek was busted open, along with his bottom lip. Y/n did he best to clean it and patch him up. He wanted so badly to tell him to call the cops, or get proper medical care, but he knew it would only make the situation worse. So he stayed silent instead.
“You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep okay?” Y/n asked, grabbing a hold of one of Beomgyus hands, noticing blood on them.
He felt the boy nod as he began cleaning his hands the best he could. Y/n went to the closet after, pulling out a shirt for him to borrow before going into his duffel bag, pulling out a pair of boxers and shorts. He had to physically help Beomgyu change his clothes since he was still in shock. After Beomgyu was dressed he helped him get under the covers, pulling him close to his chest.
“What if…” Beomgyu mumbled, his voice broken and hoarse as he stared at the wall in the pitch black room. “What if we ran away together?”
Y/n was silent at first, before whispering softly. “I can’t Gyu… we can’t… we’re minors, we have no where to go, no way to support ourselves. I’d love to run away with you, be with you forever, but we can’t…”
Beomgyu gripped his shirt, finally bursting into tears. “I want to leave, I want to run away from this place. Not just home, but this town, this pain. I can’t take it anymore. But I don’t want to be alone.”
Y/n turned from laying on his back to facing Beomgyu, holding his waist while also holding him close. “I know Gyu, I’m so sorry. I wish we could, I really do.”
They stayed like that for a while, letting Beomgyu cry it all out. Y/n caressed his waist soothingly, letting him do as he needed. He didn’t seem phased when Beomgyu moved his hand to his neck, then to his face, cupping his cheek. He moved to place his hand over Beomgyus, not expecting to find himself in a passionate kiss.
Y/n made a soft startled sound before kissing him back, letting Beomgyu take control. There were a couple of moments where it was more teeth than lips, but he knew he was emotional and didn’t care much.
He placed his hand back on Beomgyus waist, gently pushing him away. “We should really go to sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”
