[4:26pm] you've been chattering endlessly for the last thirty minutes to minho, and he's barely said a word. you were just so excited that you got caught up and didn't even realize until just now that he has been absolutely silent the whole time. oh god, you're probably boring him to death with your nonstop jabbering, and he's just too kind to cut in and change the subject like most people too.
"oh god, I'm so sorry," you apologize profusely, worried that your gonna chase him away with how annoying you can be. "i didn't mean to ramble so much, i just get wrapped up in what i'm saying sometimes and--"
"no, don't stop," he interrupts, smiling softly at you before reaching forward to tuck a strand of your wild hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. "nothing makes me happier then to just listen to you. you have no idea how beautiful you look when you talk about something your passionate about. absolutely stunning."
he just stares at you, and you feel like your heart might just burst from how tenderly he's looking at you right now.
and then you think it actually does when he leans forward and gives you the gentlest of kisses before sitting back and resting his chin in his palms. "now, where were you."
“The two of you I swear,” Hyunjin grimaces as he finds you and Minho cuddled up on the couch.
“Can we help you,” you ask as you snuggle further into Minho’s chest.
Hyunjin scrunches his nose as he looks between the two of you.
“Yeah stop canoodling on my couch.”
“Who even used the term canoodling anymore,” Jisung asks as he emerges from the kitchen with a fist full of cereal in one hand and a box of milk in the other.
“I do! And do I even want to know,” Hyunjin asks as he gestures towards the cereal.
Jisung shrugs, “Bowls were dirty.”
“Do you all mind? We are trying to watch a movie and I’m really invested,” Minho grumbles as the other two turn to face you both.
“If the movie is Y/n’s lips then I’m sure you’re very invested,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes causing you to flush.
“I still don’t know how the two of developed feelings for one another,” Jisung states as he plops down on the other end of the couch.
“Same. I’m still convinced Minho was a demon sent here to kill Y/n but ended up becoming fond of her.”
“How did you know,” Minho’s tone is serious which causes all of you laugh.
He finds himself laughing along as well and he tightens his arms around you, snuggling closer to you.
When Hyunjin and Jisung excuse themselves from the living room, the two of you resume your movie, of course pausing to share a soft kiss here and there. Minho thinks Jisung’s words just happen to be a coincidence. There was no way he could have known that was the truth.
( 3:53AM ) choi beomgyu wakes up in the middle of the night to find that you’ve somehow slipped out of his arms. he sits up, hair messed up from tossing & turning and eyes barely open as he finds you curled up at the edge of your side of the bed. without a second beat, he takes his pillow and whacks you with it.
“fuck—“ you startle from your slumber, nearly falling off the bed from the sudden movement. you turn around, giving your boyfriend an accusatory look, “gyu? what the hell?”
beomgyu just flops back down on the bed, his pillow under his head and his arm extended across your side. the corners of his lips are tugged down as he pats his arm expectantly.
“come back to me,” he pleads sleepily.
you sigh, still unhappy with having been woken up so . . . violently. but it’s hard to stay mad even with your patience in the middle of the night when you settle back into beomgyu’s embrace — head on his shoulder, his long limbs wrapped around you like a vice — and your boyfriend makes an adorable, pleased little hum.
“goodnight, baby,” he murmurs, his soft smile pressed against the crown of your head as he gives you a kiss. you sigh — out of fondness rather than annoyance this time — and tilt your head up to reciprocate with a kiss against his jaw.
summay: when you have a boyfriend cheating on you, the cute guy you just happen to share a class with is more than happy to treat you better
requested: “sunwoo smut please idk not really specific but basically its just him eating you out because head full of sunwoos thick lips“
genre: smut, lowkey fluff, an ounce of angst, humor… maybe??
word count: 6.8k
warnings: none
note: i swerved sooo hard from the request lol. ngl i ended up getting really self-conscious about posting this for a good couple of reasons so i might?? delete it idk we’ll see what my mood says and no i have not proof read shit as per usual.
entering your boyfriend’s apartment, it hardly takes you a minute or so to understand that something is wrong, and as much as you don’t want to believe it, there are too many signs for you to be convinced otherwise.
mere steps into the living room, it’s impossible to miss the sharp perfume filling the room. furthermore, as you’re guided towards the sofa, you’re a bit more focused on the wine glasses on the table rather than whatever it is your boyfriend is cheerfully rambling on about.
your lack of response makes him turn towards you and noticing your stare, he says, “mom was over a little while ago. she said you should come over for dinner again soon.”
summary — there’s a murder in the richest neighborhood of seoul and there’s no better detectives to find the killer besides you and bang chan. or, in which you and chan have to be a pretend couple to catch a killer.
warnings — mentions of crime, ie, blood, killings, (one line of) gruesome murder scene, language, along with a whodunnit plot, mentions of cheating (not the main leads), and smut | smut specifications under the cut
"you are not putting green hair dye in my hair." beomgyu protests, spinning back in his chair to face the mirror.
i put my phone down on the lid of the laundry basket before sitting myself on the edge of the bathtub with a sigh.
beomgyu decided it would be a good idea to try and go blond so me being the wonderful, amazing, spectacular person i am, decided to help him so we set up a cute makeshift salon thingy in his bathroom.
the only problem is, red is a pretty stubborn colour.
"baby, we already did 2 rounds of bleach and the red has barely faded. plus green and red are on opposite sides of the colour wheel and that's the same with purple and yellow, and purple shampoo or toner gets rid of yellow in the hair, then it should be the case here too." i try to explain even though i know damn well that's complete shit.
"you don't seriously believe that do you?"
"no." he rolls his eyes, picking up my phone, i assume to look for some sort of solution. "but wikihow said it should work and if wikihow says do something then do it." i tell him matter-of-factly.
"you can't be serious. i just know." he comments, expressionless.
"okay but why don't you just go to a hair salon. you know, where there are professionals?"
"in this economy? absolutely not."
he has a point but that didn't help the first time either when he decided to ask me to help him bleach his hair but i'm no hairdresser so things quickly went south.
i completely ruined his hair and it ended up patchy as hell and the ends of his hair were deep fried so we opted to for red hair dye to hide my mistakes.
i stand up and start tying up random sections of his hair into a ponytails while he scrolls through the phone
"baby, we already had to cut your hair the first time i did your hair. it's honestly such a shock you came to me even after i botched your hair"
he finally puts the phone down and turns his chair to rest his hands on either of my hips, craning his head to look up at me. i smile briefly at him.
"you watch so much brad mondo, i thought you'd pick up a few things, turns out you just suck." i push his head back in fake offense.
"hey. don't be mean"
he pulls me into him and kisses all over my face making as i try my best to pretend i want to stop him.
"beomgyu, stop." i actually don't want him to.
"no." he simply states and continues his assault on my face.
"beomgyu my lip gloss."
he just ignores me.
to believe i was shy around this goofy ass. like, at first glance he was just so intimidatingly handsome but then comes the cheesy part because he smiled and all of that just melted away.
"i love you." i tell him abruptly.
"that was out of nowhere." he comments and i shake my head.
"not out of nowhere. i mean, you treat me so well, you defended me that time i was being attacked, you care for me, always treat me so well-"
"you're obsessed with me, we get it." of course he gotta add his 2 cents.
"damn okay." he laughs and presses another kiss on my lips.
"plus, you were bound to get in trouble with someone. you talk a lot of shit."
"i do not."
"you do. but imma stand by you."
"awww." i go in to give him a quick kiss but he sticks his tongue out. "man fuck you." i yell, standing up and he bursts into laughter.
GENRES ▸ social media au (smau), smut, crack, fluff, established relationship au, friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, fuckboy/fuckgirl au, college au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, sexual content, sexting kinda, horny-repressing hyung line makes mc sound like she has the hormones of a middle school boy, ft. jeongin, ryujin, taehyun, and park jisung
SUMMARY ▸ four men suppressing their carnal instincts for thirty days doesn’t sound plausible, but it’s no nut november, so victory is crucial. yet, there’s only one obstacle keeping lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and park sunghoon from their prize: you. game on, boys.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this isn’t like written-out smut so the warning may sound sort of odd for a smau?? but i hope y’all enjoy !! ♡ this is a “choose your own route” kind of smau, so you don’t have to read in order :’) ALSO please read on mobile because links aren’t working on web for some reason :(
“i’m done, i’m just gonna sleep on the damn floor,” soobin groans as he plops down on the ground, letting his back hit the wall and resting his head against it.
the two of you are currently in the process of moving into a shared apartment, and it’s going as well as one would expect: boxes everywhere, you’re both starving after hauling boxes and furniture all day, and none of the key pieces like your beds, couch or even just chairs are assembled yet.
…which means you’ll have to sleep on the floor on the first night in your new apartment. how nice.
soobin was the one that insisted on assembling it all yourselves, since getting it delivered and assembled is a scam, why would we pay someone to do that? it’s gonna be fine.
it wasn’t fine.
at first you were ecstatic to be moving in with your lifelong best friend, but now, staring at all the half-assembled pieces of furniture, little screws, metal pieces and manuals strewn all over the floor, you start to have your doubts.
“you know, if we had just payed—“
“if we had payed we would have wasted a shit ton of money, and for what?”
there is a scowl on your face, and it makes you wonder why he has such a personal vendetta against hiring someone to assemble some furniture.
“well for starters, we wouldn’t have to sleep on the stupid floor—”
“one night on the floor won’t kill us. you’re supposed to sleep on a hard surface anyways, right? it’s good for your back. i think, i dunno,” he shrugs at the end and you can’t help but snort at him.
“could you at least try to be convincing, bin?”
“listen, i’m just as pissed and tired as you. let’s just unpack some pillows and a blanket for now, and i promise we’ll work on our beds first thing in the morning.”
you observe him for a second, and only now do you notice the overwhelming exhaustion on his face. maybe sleeping on the floor isn’t so bad after all. maybe it’ll get rid of the kink in your neck.
you let out a sigh, and turn to the mountains of boxes, “fine. but you better help me look for a blanket.”
within 20 minutes the mess on the floor is made even worse by random pieces of clothes, cutlery, books and decorations strewn around. the mountains of boxes have been reduced to little hills consisting of half-empty boxes, the contents messily thrown around in the desperate search of a pillow or a blanket.
emptying another box filled with clothes and finding nothing of value you sigh and move on to the next one; a lighter box that upon opening envelops you in the warm, fluttering feeling of nostalgia.
the box is filled to the brim with childhood pictures, drawings and notebooks you filled out when you were younger, colouring books, diaries, sticker books — your entire childhood was staring back at you from that box and you can’t resist the urge to look through it all, right now.
carefully examining the contents of the box, you start by taking a closer look at the heaps of pictures, chuckling a little at the dozens of pictures of you and soobin. you and soobin during a play in kindergarten, holding hands and both of your faces painted in a wide array of colours. you and soobin on your 8th birthday, with him holding his gifts for you proudly into the camera while you’re standing next to him, most assuredly buzzing with excitement. soobin bidding you farewell for the two week camp your parents signed you up to when you were 10, both of you crying and unwilling to spend two weeks apart from each other.
“bin, come look at what found..”
“y/n, if it isn’t a soft, cuddly pillow i don’t want to—“ soobin cuts himself off when he sees the pictures in your hand, and you can tell he’s experiencing the same wave of warm nostalgia you had when you first opened the box.
he takes the pictures from your hands, sifting through them with a fond smile on his face. while he continues to go through the pictures, you focus your attention on the other things in the box.
sticking out between two wildly decorated notebooks was an envelope. upon closer inspection you can tell it’s a little older, the edges a little worn. the envelope is decorated with stickers and your name is written in confident but clumsy writing, a little heart scribbled next to your name.
you open the envelope carefully, not wanting to accidentally damage a childhood relic, especially one as cute as this. the letter inside makes you want to scream and cry thanks to the sheer cuteness of it all.
hello y/n
i like you
i will buy you an ice cream
so pleas like me back
mom says we can marry if you want
bye
there were little scribbles of cats, smiley faces, hearts and stick figures (that presumably represent you and your mysterious admirer) all over the papers, leaving little to no unoccupied space. they are delightful, and the contents of the letter are a whole different level of adorable.
you can’t help the little awww that escapes you, and soobin immediately leans over to check what has you swooning like that, when your original quest of searching for blankets and pillows seems to have been long forgotten. his eyes almost pop out his skull when he sees, no, recognises the letter.
“how could i have forgotten this? it‘s so cute,“ you mumble, and soobin snorts. “yeah, super cute how you can barely read it. i remember my mom making me practice writing it all out a few times because it was so hard to read,“ soobin chuckles and sifts through some of the other stuff in the box.
you just blink down at the letter, then up at soobin. he was so casual about it, as if it was a well-known fact. feeling your heavy stare on him he stops rummaging and meets your eyes, “…what? is there dust on my face—“
“you wrote it?“
the disbelief in your voice makes his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nodding silently. why were you so surprised? who else would it have been, other than him?
“bin, you‘re telling me you had a crush on me and didn‘t think to tell—“
“i was like five, what does it matte—“
“yeah, you were five but you wanted to marry me! that’s a serious crush—“
he groans and snatches the letter from your hands, folding it up and fiddling it back into the envelope, “let’s just forget this, it’s history.”
you grin and pinch his cheek, making him scowl and stare at you with furrowed brows, “well, how can i know it’s history if you never told me about it?? you could still want to marry me! so tell me bin, what about me—“
“y/n please, we were five! everyone else was ‘getting married’ and you were my closest friend, okay? even if i had a crush, it doesn’t matter anymore—“
“okay, then when did it stop?“
“what?”
“the crush. when did you get over me?”
he stares at you, stammering something akin to what do you mean and why do you care, though it comes out all jumbled. he’s shaking his head in disbelief, looking at you as if you’re crazy.
“it’s just a question, bin.” your voice is soft now and he hates it; hates the fact that it makes him feel like you’re pitying him, like he’s a loser. he can practically envision you telling him that it’s your fault and not his, how he’s your best friend, how you love him but don’t see him that way — it makes his blood boil and just throws him further down the hole.
he huffs and walks over to the other side of the room, ripping open another box, all in silence.
“..soobin?“ no answer, just him rummaging through the contents of the box.
“bin, i’m sorr—“
he suddenly pulls out a blanket, and finds some pillows underneath as well. he briefly looks at you, kneeling on the floor to make a somewhat comfortable arrangement the two of you can sleep in for the night. you walk over to him and before you can react, he mumbles, “i don’t want to talk about it, okay? i‘m tired, please.“
you nod silently and go to turn off the lights when he is done building a (admittedly) rather sad looking sleeping arrangement, and as much as you want to tease him, it would probably just make him more upset. so you bite your tongue, laying down next to him and stare up at the ceiling in silence.
you‘ve slept next to each other countless times, but not once did soobin seem this hell-bent on bringing as much space as possible between you two. “night,” you mumble, fully expecting him to ignore you, but to your surprise he says it back. the two of you lay next to each other like two wood blocks, and it’s incredibly awkward. this is you and soobin, there is no awkward between you two! both of you are uneasy, and you can feel his hand twitch next to you when you readjust your position a little.
taking a deep breath your own hand slowly inches towards soobin’s, until your pinkies are touching. it takes a while for either of you to move, until soobin carefully moves his hand towards yours. then you move yours a little closer, then him, so on and so forth until you end up with your hands tightly intertwined. you were ready to fall asleep like this and pretend nothing ever happened once you wake up tomorrow. up until soobin suddenly breaks the silence, that is.
“we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
you’re glad he can’t see your face, because you can’t help the goofy smile on your face.
"are you asleep?" taehyun whispered towards the ceiling, but really it was directed at you.
it was yet another night where you and your best friend were having a sleepover—an occurrence that has been a staple in your friendship since you were young kids. you would think that this would be uncomfortable now that you were both nearing the age of adulthood, but it never was uncomfortable. in fact, the security that you felt in his presence and embrace only grew stronger, but you would never tell him that.
tonight, you were lying facing away from him and him laying on his back but surely, you would wake up in each other's arms.
he received no response. you were still awake, but something told you to remain quiet as if you were asleep like he assumed.
he went silent for a bit.
"you know, as best friends, we promised to tell each other anything no matter what," he started, his voice as low as a whisper. "so, i think it's right for me to tell you this even if you can't hear it. actually, i prefer that you don't hear it," he chuckled quietly.
"it's difficult for me to keep my beating heart stable when i'm around you. it's been years, yet it still beats so rapidly like i'm seeing you for the first time," he smiled to himself.
"i watched you grow, you watched me grow. we've been a part of each other's life more than we've been apart and it scares me. it scares me how i've inevitably grown feelings for you. it scares me that it might cost everything that we've built," he paused, gulping. he definitely felt crazy for speaking all of his thoughts out into the air at dawn, but he would probably turn crazier if he bottled this up longer than he already did.
he closed his eyes and sighed sadly. "i don't want to lose you so i keep all of this hidden but god, you just drive me insane sometimes. it takes me so much self-control not to kiss you right then and there when you pout about something or just when you're sitting there, looking ever so pretty without fail,"
"you are my night and my day, my heart and a part of my soul. one day, i will find the courage to tell you this, but only when i'm sure that i won't scare you away," with an anxious heart, he turned his body towards you and relief washed over him as he saw your still figure and steady breathing.
you on the other hand, were doing all that you can to remain calm and restrain yourself from doing anything impulsive. you were practically on cloud 9 as you listened to the person you have been hopelessly pining over confess to you, but it was also a vulnerable moment for him and he surely didn't want you to be aware of anything he was saying tonight. it was only right of you to respect that and let him keep his dignity.
taehyun moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. your heart went crazy at the action, yet you still tried to remain calm on the outside. his touches were always warm and elicited a small spark but tonight, it was as if fireworks were shooting out of his fingertips.
he snuggled behind you and sighed in content. "i'll let you know one day, my love. until then, i hope you start seeing me as a man. maybe then, i'll find the confidence to tell you how i've been madly in love with you since we were in kindergarten," he finished with a soft kiss on your temple and let sleep consume him as he held you tight.
'i've always seen you as a man,' you wanted to tell him. instead, you let a smile blossom on your face. it was a confession that was more than what you ever dreamt of receiving from him. it made you feel excited for what his actual confession would be like.
you wouldn't have to wait longer than you already have. it was a quick decision that you would keep quiet about this night, but you would start dropping hints that you were in love with him and much as he was in love with you. you hoped he would catch on to them, but taehyun is smart. he definitely would.
you let out a soft sigh of content and let yourself melt in his embrace. soon, you would be able to finally have the man of your dreams and you couldn't wait for the day to arrive.
A/N: wrote this on a whim as i slowly try to recover from feeling horrible during the past few weeks
‣ summary: In which the B in 'boyfriend material' stands for Beomgyu; alternatively, where you've fallen for Beomgyu's weird love language and you need to make that clear to him before he thinks otherwise
‣ warnings?: nothing really bad, misunderstanding and accidental eavesdropping, beomgyu being weird, slightly cheesy lmaooo
‣ an: this was just a random draft in my docs and I just wanted to post something real quick so quality might not be there, actually cute imo, the ending is very low-key rushed but it wasn't meant to be longer than 1k lmaooo
“My lady~”
You look at Beomgyu as if he was crazy, “What the fuck?” Your best friend gestures for you to step out of the car, holding the door open wide enough for you to exit but just enough so it wouldn’t hit the neighbouring vehicle. You can’t tell if he was joking or not.
“My lady~” Beomgyu repeats. Then he leans forward and whispers, “This is when you get out of the car.” Oh, he was being serious.
Sliding out of your seat, you do just as he suggested, still giving him a puzzled look. What is he on?
Obviously, it isn’t the first time you’ve witnessed Beomgyu act off. It was different this time because he was acting his normal, goofy self before you arrived at your destination.
Shutting the door, Beomgyu sprints to the front door of the building, opening it before using the same gesture as earlier, “My lady~”
Although your heart should be going crazy at the fact that Beomgyu’s basically calling you his, there was not one inch of you that could take him seriously right now. Not when he looked adorably stupid, “Gyu, we’re at McDonald’s.”
He chooses not to reply, holding the door open as he waits for you to go through. There are people entering and exiting the restaurant, but he doesn’t shift his gaze away from you. He’s waiting patiently, posing as if he were in some kind of ad.
You sighed and walked through the open door, letting yourself in through the second set. Beomgyu hurriedly follows, sticking to your side and linking your arms. You cock a brow. Skinship between the two of you was certainly not out of the ordinary. Beomgyu has just never linked arms with you before.
“What do you want to order?” He questions, eyeing the menu, “The same as always?”
“Yeah, I’m not in the mood for trying anything new right now,” you reply, nodding.
Beomgyu grins. “Okay, I’ll order for you.”
Stepping up to the cashier, he almost drags you with him, forgetting that his arms are linked with yours. He chooses to ignore this, ordering for the both of you before bringing his card to the reader to pay. At that, he drags you to pick up counter, joining a few others who were waiting.
“Remind me to pay you back later,” you say quietly. A number is called out, prompting one of the other customers to pick up their food.
Beomgyu gasps, bringing a hand up to his chest as if you just said something outwardly offensive. You want to laugh but you would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly worried about the boy.
“What do you mean—” And you imitate Beomgyu’s gasp while giving him a puzzled look.
Another number is called, leaving you, Beomgyu, and one last customer at the counter. Beomgyu replies, “I’m a gentleman, and a gentleman never lets his lady pay for her meal.” He closes his eyes and smiles proudly and at this point, you’re real close to smacking him on the side of the head to knock out whatever has possessed him.
You give him a look, holding it in hopes to reel out the reason why he was acting like this. And although you’re burning holes through the side of his face, Beomgyu acts as if nothing’s up, watching the employee gather all of your guys’ food onto a tray.
Recalling recent events, you try to narrow down why the hell Beomgyu was acting like those dudes in old movies. You don’t put the effort into coming up with a reason this could be happening, but the only possible cause of his behaviour could be that he joined the school’s drama production without your knowledge and he’s doing some sort of method acting.
Your order’s number is finally called out by the girl at the counter. She pushes the tray towards the both of you before turning back to the kitchen to collect the next order.
“I got it.” Beomgyu unlinks your arms and picks the tray up. You both decide to sit near the back of the restaurant, next to some windows.
Just as you’re about to grab your food, Beomgyu takes your food into his hands and places it in front of you himself. Then, he grabs one of the straws, taps it against the table to poke it out of the wrapper, before sticking it into your drink’s cap. He places this in front of you too.
You look at him, raising a brow, “You know… I could’ve done all of that myself, right?”
Beomgyu looks completely clueless as he sets his own food, “Yes. But a gentleman always helps his lady out.”
“Beomgyu…” At this point, it’s getting ridiculous. Method acting or not, you want an explanation from Beomgyu. He’s chewing on his food, eyes set at the centre of the table, obviously trying to avoid any sort of eye contact.
“Choi Beomgyu,” you repeat. This time you lean down towards the table and try to catch his gaze. Granted that Beomgyu’s attention span was shorter than the average adult, his eyes flicker up to you.
“Y-yes, my lady?” He lets out a nervous chuckle, grabbing his drink.
You sit up straight, “Why are you being weird?” You’re straight to the point, but only because you’ve endured this long enough (because 10 minutes is long enough).
“I’m not being weird,” Beomgyu sips on his drink, putting it back down before moving back to his fries, “This is how I am.” One corner of his mouth quirks.
You quote him, “‘My lady’? ‘Gentleman’? Gyu, I swear in all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never said those words once.” Then you add, “You opened the car door for me, you opened the front door for me… not to mention what you did just now…”
Beomgyu laughs, trying to play it off, “Can’t I just be the nice friend that I am?”
“You know I won’t judge you if you tell me the truth, right?” you say a bit calmer. It’s your turn to take a sip out of your drink.
Beomgyu hesitates to speak, eyes turned down at the table. He wonders if it would be odd to tell you the reason. It did involve him eavesdropping (though he claims it was more of a moment of overhearing). The root of his behaviour wasn’t his business in the first place. What if you got mad at him because of it?
“Do you swear that you won’t judge me?” Beomgyu’s voice is so quiet that you have to lean forward in your seat to hear him clearly, “Do you swear that you won’t get mad at me?”
Now he’s scaring you. But you nod anyway, “I swear.”
Beomgyu takes this as his cue to explain himself. Mentally, he could piece it all together easily. But trying to find the words to explain everything was something else. It all made sense to him personally, but he knew that once he begins speaking, you would be understandably lost.
“The other day… when I came over without you knowing,” he begins, “I was making my way to your room and you were on a call with your friends.”
You know exactly where this is going. You only know because Beomgyu was the topic of the night that night.
“I swear I didn’t want to eavesdrop on purpose but hearing my name, it made me curious.” Beomgyu pauses and crosses his hands, bringing them to his lap out of nervousness. He’s swinging his feet but you don’t notice, “So I listened. And I heard you say that… that you couldn’t see me doing things a boyfriend would do. So, I did all of this to show you that I’m…” He thinks of the perfect way to put it, but unsure with his words, he lowers his volume, “Boyfriend material?”
You take in what Beomgyu just said, not knowing whether you should laugh or reassure him that his problems weren’t as serious as he thought they were because they weren’t. Beomgyu’s assumptions were entirely untrue, being that he did miss a huge chunk of your conversation. He simply misheard and misunderstood what you were going on about that night.
“Why do you want to prove that you’re boyfriend material that bad?”
Beomgyu avoids eye contact, shaking his head, “It’s nothing… just… it just hurt my ego a bit.” But you know damn well that Beomgyu’s lying. All the signs were there, but you didn’t want to fish out what he was truly feeling yourself. You wanted him to tell you himself.
“We were talking about stereotypical boyfriend things,” you start, “Like what you just did. Holding the door open, ordering for me, just the things you’d typically see in movies or shows… but I said that I couldn’t see you doing those things because they weren’t you.
“In movies, the guy would lend his sweater, but you, you push for me to share the sweater with you because body warmth is ‘one-hundred-percent better’ than the warmth of the sweater itself. Other boyfriends, they’d agree to watch whatever his girlfriend wants to please her, but you, you choose to go for something I’ve never watched, and that led me to discover new shows that are actually really good.”
Beomgyu’s starting to feel more confident, eyes flickering between his food and you.
“You spam me with tiktoks, take the nastiest photos of me without my knowledge, and eat my food without asking me—which some of those things, a typical, picture-perfect boyfriend would never do,” you go on, “You don’t care if you beat me in video games, you untie my shoes when I’m not looking, and you tease me until your heart’s content, but you know what? All those things, to me, are what makes you more boyfriend material than what people usually perceive as boyfriend material.”
“What are you saying?” Beomgyu’s riding a rollercoaster of emotions. He’s unsure whether all of this is a good or bad thing. He needs a direct explanation.
“I’m saying that you’re boyfriend material in a different way, Gyu. There’s no need for you to do all those things because I’ve fallen for you and the way you show affection.” You feel laughter erupting in your stomach, not believing what you just indirectly confessed.
Beomgyu’s still in a state of shock from what you just said, jaw nearly dropping onto his lap, “You’ve fallen… for me?” He doesn’t know how to react. He didn’t plan any of this. He simply wanted to show you how he can be boyfriend material.
You nod sheepishly.
“Good,” he replies quietly, “Because I’ve fallen for you too.”
content/warning(s): bf!jay x f!reader, hubby!jay in the end with a daughter. daughter's in legal age. swearing (i think ? i just kinda assume now that i did swear bcs hey thats what i do), a bit of lying. basically, things you do when you sneak out lmAO anyway yeah, unproof read ofc
wc: 1.4k
note: heeracha comeback era ig ??? and not less than 24 hrs she ghosts again /j,,, and omg wow ??? its not a hee fic ???? gasps,,, anyway,, uh,,, this is kinda shit, but i got this idea and it somehowjust seriously fits jay. anyway, hope u enjoy this little something something here <3
“honey, you know we adore jay with our whole hearts.” your mom says and you know it right away, she’s not going to let you go on a date. “but we have to go to your aunt’s tomorrow for your nephew’s birthday. she’s really looking forward to this.”
“i’ll wake up early, i promise, mom.” you say and she frowns. “i’m always on time!”
“you know that’s a lie, you’re always the last one and always late.” your dad butts in as he helps you and your mom with the dishes. “just one night, honey, okay? you’re always with him. even when it was your cousin’s wedding, it felt like you two were the one getting married.”
you frown and they smile at you. “we have to leave at 5 am. you know how traffic it is.” your mom says.
“and 25 years of being married and always going there, dad still can’t memorize the way there.” you mumble and your mom laughs, hitting her hip with yours. when you’re done with the dishes, you go upstairs after saying good night to your parents. you take your phone out, texting your boyfriend.
hey, wait for me outside the window?
jay <3: youre not allowed to go?
no,, but yk how i am
jay <3: yup i do.
jay <3: if ur parents get mad at me, istg, y/n
you always say that, did we ever get caught?
jay <3: ,,,,,,,,no
jay <3: still, im scared
jay <3: and yk it’s okay if u dont go out with me tonight
jay <3: we can do it the other day
that’s what you always say, but you get pouty and sad like a five year old
jay <3: can you blame me?
im ready, r u there?
jay <3: yup
after putting your covers and blanket over the pillows acting as your body, you lock the door and go to the window, opening it. you wave at jay, who’s hiding behind the bush. he waves back, going closer and you climb out, closing the window as jay waits for you. he holds you by your waist, putting you down and he looks at you, frowning.
“one of these days, you have to actually obey your parents.” jay says and you kiss his pouty lips.
“they never told me to not sneak out.” you say, holding his hand as you two walk wherever your feet could take you.
the two of you end up going for a drive, watching the stars and talk about the most random shit ever as if you two weren’t going to talk later that same day. jay was a nervous wreck about you two getting caught and your parents getting mad at him, but whenever you told him you should go home, he’d go whiny and tell you that you two will go home after an hour.
eventually, jay takes you home. turning the ignition off and getting out of the car. jay goes to you as you climb out, holding your hand as he pushes the door close. he locks it, walking you to your house, since he parked a block away.
four in the morning. wow.
“see, we didn’t get caught.” you say and jay chuckles, kissing your cheek. “i’ll see you next week? sunoo’s birthday.”
“okay. text me later when you arrive?” jay says and you nod. “i love you.”
“i love you, too.” you say. “even though you almost shit your pants at the thought of my parents getting mad at you.”
jay shakes his head, chuckling. “i can’t have them disapproving of our relationship.” he says and you smile. “go, sleep. you need to rest.”
“thank you, love.” you softly say. “i’ll call you tomorrow.”
“i’ll wait for you.” he says and you climb up your window, getting inside your room. you wave at jay before closing the window and he smiles. jay goes back to his car, climbing in and sending you a text before driving home.
jay <3: good night (morning lmao), beautiful. i love you.
you smile, putting your phone down as you lay on your bed, closing your eyes as you let your slumber take you in with a smile on your face, remembering the night you had with jay. even dreaming about it.
but it’s taken away when your phone rings.
you sit up, grabbing your phone and answering it. you look at your side, seeing jay sleeping peacefully with his arms loosely around your waist. you press the phone against your ear. “hello?” you softly say, not wanting to wake up your sleeping husband.
many years after, you and jay got married, started a family just like you two always planned after graduating college and being in a stable place in your careers.
“mom?” your daughter says. “can you pick me up?”
“i thought you were going to stay over there?” you ask, slowly getting out of bed and replacing your body with your pillow in jay’s arms. you took some clothes, going to the bathroom to change in.
“yeah, but they invited people over that i don’t know and i’m kind of uncomfortable.” she says and you hum.
“alright, where will i pick you up?” you ask.
after your daughter tells you the location, you drive right away. you wait for her to get in the car and when she does, you say nothing and simply stare at her. she stares back and you chuckle. “what did your dad tell you?” you ask.
“not to go out.” she answers.
“and what did you do?” you ask.
“he didn’t say i’m not allowed to sneak out.” she says and you shrug.
she is your daughter.
“you’re not telling dad, are you?” she asks and you chuckle.
“tell your dad?” you repeat.
“mom, please?” she says, pouting. “i promise, i won’t do it again. and i told you that i was going.”
“of course, i’m not telling your dad.” you say. “if i tell your dad, he’s going to know i picked you up and i knew about you sneaking out. we’ll both be dead.” you say and your daughter covers her face, chuckling. “does your head hurt?”
“a little.” she says. “i drank a little bit.”
you hum. “it’s only five in the morning,” you say. “we’ll go home at seven. we’ll go get coffee, get you sobered up. when we get home, you tell your dad that we went out for breakfast and when he asks why isn’t he with us, you say because he was still asleep. okay?”
“okay.” she says. “you know so much about how to sneak out.”
“i did it a lot back then.” you say as you drive away, going to the nearest coffee shop. just like planned, time was spent sobering your daughter up and getting the smell of alcohol out of her. when clock strikes seven, you come back home, pulling up in the garage as you two go out and get inside the house.
when you close the door, just in time, jay, who is still in his pajamas, comes out of the kitchen with his hands in his pocket. “where were you two?” he asks and your daughter looks at you. you only nod towards jay, gesturing to her to go and greet him.
“breakfast.” she says and you look at your husband, smiling. “i got up early and mom was here, too. so i asked her to have breakfast with me outside.” she lies through her teeth.
jay nods. “were your friends sad that you didn’t get to go last night?” he asks and you daughter shakes her head.
“i’m always out with them, so it was fine.” she says and jay nods. “i got you some breakfast. i feel bad for not waking you up to join us.” she says, holding out a paper bag of food for him.
jay smiles, nodding as he takes it. “thank you, sweetheart,” he says.
“it’s nothing,” she softly says. “i’m gonna go to my room. i’m feeling sleepy again.” she says and jay nods. she comes towards jay, kissing his cheek. “morning, dad.”
“morning. sleep well.” he says and your daughter sprints to her room, looking at you with a smile. when you two hear the door close, jay chuckles. “she really is your daughter.” he says, shaking his head as he turns around to go back inside the kitchen.
you laugh. “how did you know?” you ask, following him.
jay smiles, opening the bag as he eats. “who always helped you sneak?” he asks and you smile. “she’s using your tactics, you’re using mine.” jay says and you laugh. “i’d be mad, but you bought me breakfast, so thanks.”
you shake your head, chuckling. “i love you.” you say and jay only smiles.
prompt: “why aren't we dating?” contents: fluff fluff fluff , angst (if u squint) , use of petnames in sunoo and jay’s parts , explicit language , ni-ki being our favorite menace , heeseung faints dw tho he's okay , lmk if i missed anything ! pairings: enhypen x reader genre: pining , fluff , friends to lovers (sorta)
💌 i’m trying to finish jay’s instagram!au i really am (˘･_･˘)
