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𓂃﹙ open starter . mall adventures ﹚

the automatic doors slid open with a rush of cool air, carrying the familiar scent of perfume counters and fresh coffee. sunlight spilled in from behind her before dissolving into the mall’s neon glow, where polished tile reflected the shuffle of strangers’ footsteps.

ning moved with quiet curiosity, her fingers brushing the strap of her bag as she took in the maze of storefronts, the pulse of music leaking faintly from shop speakers. she wasn’t here for anything in particular. maybe a new phone, maybe a purse, maybe just an excuse to escape the weight of a quiet afternoon.

her steps slowed as her gaze caught on a familiar silhouette up ahead, half-hidden among the flow of shoppers. recognition sparked first in her eyes, then in the soft curve of her smile.

without overthinking it, she drifted closer. the mall’s chaos faded into background static, leaving only her and the possibility of a moment waiting to unfold.

beomgyu squinted through the crowd, mid-scroll on his phone until a flicker of movement pulled his attention up. for a second, he thought his brain was playing tricks on him, until the shape resolved into something unmistakably ning.

his grin broke out before he could stop it. "no way," he said, half to himself, half to her, already weaving through the crowd with that chaotic energy that made people step aside on instinct. "what are the odds? were you following me, or did fate decide i needed moral support for my shopping spree?"

he stopped a step away, tilting his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "because if you’re here to stop me from buying another useless gadget, too late. damage’s already done."

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

yeonjun snorted, leaning harder against the counter, the box of cream puffs still safely in his grasp. "enthusiastic dessert enthusiast?" he repeats with a smirk, watching beomgyu’s fidgeting with an expression halfway between amusement and disbelief. his grin tilted, sharp but affectionate. "come on, hurry up. some of us have real adult lives now, you know, wives waiting at home, warm dinner, the whole domestic dream." he sighed dramatically, clutching the pastry box to his chest like a sitcom husband. "can’t have her thinking i got held hostage by a sugar-obsessed manchild again."

when beomgyu pouted, yeonjun only smirked wider, lowering the box just enough to dangle the offer in front of him. "what? don’t give me that look. you think marriage erased my ability to say no to you?" his voice softened on the edges, teasing but warm.

he finally nudged the box closer, eyes crinkling. "so make it quick before i change my mind, yeah?"

beomgyu gasped, clutching his chest like he’d been personally attacked. "again? hyung, you make it sound like i’m out here plotting dessert-based kidnappings." he leaned forward on the counter, eyes narrowing in mock offense. "for the record, i am a respectable adult with refined taste. refined taste just happens to include cream puffs."

when yeonjun dangled the box, beomgyu’s pout deepened, then melted into a grin. "you act like i’d ever let you say no to me," he shot back, fingers darting out to swipe a pastry before the older could change his mind. "besides, your wife knows i’m the real reason you’re still fun. i’m doing her a favor, honestly."

he took a bite, eyes fluttering shut in exaggerated bliss. "mm, yep. worth the risk of your domestic wrath. you can tell her i fought bravely."

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

jake: jail. jail. jail. jail. jail. jake: you were one of my favorite txt members but after this betrayal and bad taste in music? jake: now ranked lowest on the txt list!

gyu: ranked lowest? gyu: i should have known that you had bad taste when you said post was your favorite artists gyu: don't come crawling back to me when you realize that my members are dry with their jokes and you're in need of a laugh!

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

watching the erratic movements and uneasy breaths, dino's features blanched with concern. kneeling down, he glanced around to find the singer's water bottle before popping open the lid and handing it to him. "probably?" he hiccuped, hoping the waver in his tone was humor and nothing more. he gently pushed the bottle towards his lips, his free hand fanning beomgyu with his gym towel. "light? they seem pretty heavy to me." he teased, trying to ease the tension and radiate a calm air towards the idol that seemed to be overheating.

beomgyu gulped at the bottle like it was his last lifeline, water dribbling down his chin as he tried to catch his breath. his hand flailed weakly in the air, a poor attempt to wave off both the towel and dino’s worry. "don’t- don’t look at me like that," he wheezed, forcing a crooked grin through ragged breaths. "i’m fine. this is peak athlete behavior, obviously."

the towel fanning him only made him laugh breathlessly, head tipping back in mock despair. "hyung, stop, you’re making it look like i ran a marathon when i barely survived five reps."

but when dino teased, his grin stretched wide again. "heavy? nah, i loosened them for you. you’re welcome." his voice cracked on the last word, betraying the bravado. still, he leaned back against the bench, grinning through the shakes. "thanks for saving me, though. next time, let me collapse dramatically- it’ll be way more cinematic."

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

Jeongin didn’t say anything at first—just blinked, once, like his brain was buffering. Then the corner of his mouth twitched up, slow and crooked.

“I am early,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for permission, because he never really needed it. “Knew you’d be in full meltdown mode. Kinda my favorite version of you, honestly.”

He set the bags down on the edge of the bed, careful not to crush the sleeves of a shirt he recognized from way too many late-night FaceTimes and sleepovers. “I brought backup,” he added, holding one box of Pepero like a peace offering. “Your favorite. Obviously.”

There was a pause, just long enough for the air to feel heavier.

His eyes swept across the room—clothes everywhere, suitcase gaping open, chaos like a storm had hit—and something in him softened even more.

“You weren’t seriously gonna leave without packing socks, were you?”

He said it lightly, teasing, but the words were more to fill space than anything else. He wasn’t looking at the suitcase anymore.

Instead, he leaned against the dresser, fingers curling around the edge like they needed something to do. His voice dropped a little, like it wasn’t meant to be loud.

“You always look at me like that when I show up,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then, a half-second later, he laughed it off. “Like I’m the hero in a really low-budget romcom.”

He meant it as a joke, but his throat felt too tight after. He forced another smile and looked down, kicking lightly at the corner of a hoodie on the floor.

“I mean... not that I mind,” he added, glancing up through his lashes with something too gentle to be casual. “Just—it’s nice. Being the one you call. The one who shows up.”

He reached over, grabbing a shirt off the bed and holding it up like he was about to critique it, but really just needing to look at anything else.

“Alright. Step one: you pack the things you actually need. Step two: I sit here and distract you until you give up and make me do it for you.”

He grinned again—brighter this time, more familiar. But somewhere behind it, that quiet part of him was still holding its breath.

beomgyu froze mid-meltdown pose, a sock dangling from his hand like incriminating evidence. his mouth dropped open, eyes narrowing into a glare that was about as threatening as a sulky puppy. “meltdown mode? favorite version of me? wow. slander, right here in my own dorm,” he huffed, tossing the sock dramatically over his shoulder.

but the moment jeongin held up the pepero box, the façade cracked—beomgyu’s entire face lit up like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “ah, see? this is why you’re my best friend. not because you’re nice or reliable or whatever- because you bring me snacks.” he snatched the box immediately, clutching it to his chest like treasure, his grin so wide it nearly split his face.

when jeongin’s words softened, though, that grin wavered—just for a heartbeat. his stomach flipped in a way he didn’t want to name, and he busied himself with rustling through the chaos of his suitcase, muttering, “hero in a romcom? please. you’re barely sidekick material. i’m the star.” it came out too fast, too defensive, and his hands twitched restlessly like they needed something to hold.

he risked a glance up, and the warmth in jeongin’s gaze nearly knocked the air out of him. quickly, he looked back down, shoving a shirt into the bag just to have something to do. “but yeah. it’s nice,” he admitted in a rush, voice smaller than he meant. “you showing up. i don’t really - ” he cut himself off with a forced laugh, flopping dramatically onto the bed to cover it up. “ugh, whatever. don’t get used to me being sappy.”

his leg bounced against the edge of the mattress, hoodie strings wrapping around his fingers as he pointed toward the open suitcase. “so what now, huh? you just gonna stand there and watch me pack, judging me the whole time? or are you actually gonna help like you said?”

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

soobin: finally soobin: whoops! i didn't mean to hit send soobin: i'll come out of my room to wipe those crocodile tears yet again. i bet you're in front of your computer rn and snacking on a purchased item i made

gyu: WHAT do you mean finally??? gyu: my heart, hyung, MY HEART gyu: i’m physically crumbling over here gyu: yes, yes i am snacking, obviously, it’s survival gyu: crocodile tears are the only thing keeping me alive rn gyu: moral support and a cookie NOW or i refuse friendship forever gyu: and yes, i will dramatically flop on the floor if ignored

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

felix chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “deal,” he said, trying to sound confident but feeling a little flutter in his chest at how dramatic beomgyu was being. he took a small step closer, pretending to stretch but really just closing some of the space between them. “but if anyone’s carrying anyone, it’s probably going to be me—don’t want you tripping over your own ego mid-shot.” he smirked, trying to lighten the tension, though a part of him couldn’t ignore how fun it was having beomgyu here, hyped and ridiculous as ever. “alright, ready to make tiktok history, or are you still recovering from the trauma of my flawless moves?”

beomgyu straightened just enough to give a dramatic puff of air, chest rising and falling like he’d just survived a minor apocalypse. "flawless moves?" he echoed, one brow quirked, lip tugging into a mischievous grin. "hyung, you make it look effortless, sure, but i’ve been mentally preparing for this trauma for years. it’s a lot to process."

he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, hoodie strings twisting in his fingers as he gestured wildly toward the floor. "and me tripping over my ego? pfft, impossible. my ego is too magnificent to fall." he threw his head back, letting out a breathy laugh. "but fine, tiktok history or not, let’s do this. just don’t get mad if i end up stealing the spotlight with my chaos."

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

yeonjun let out a low, amused sigh, dark eyes rolling slightly as he leaned his weight against the counter. "oh, of course," he said, voice dripping with mock exasperation, "because following me home for cream puffs is totally normal behavior for a grown adult." his lips curved into a small, crooked smile, softening the sarcasm just enough to show he wasn’t actually mad.

his fingers tapped lightly against the box in his hands, lingering over the edges of the pastries like he was deciding whether to tease beomgyu further or just give in. he tilted his head, hair falling messily into his eyes, watching beomgyu fidget and bounce on his heels with a mixture of amusement and affection. "but i mean," he continued, voice dropping just a fraction, "you’ve always been persistent, haven’t you? guess some things never change." the corners of his lips tugged upward again as he shifted closer, leaning a little over the counter, letting the warmth in his gaze peek through. "so maybe i should let you have one. but don’t go thinking this is easy, okay?"

no matter how much yeonjun got annoyed at beomgyu's exaggerated antics, he was quietly grateful. after all these years, beomgyu was still the same annoying yet lovable little brother he’d first met, and that, more than anything, made moments like this worth it.

beomgyu practically vibrated on the balls of his feet, hands fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie as his eyes darted between yeonjun and the cream puffs like a predator sizing up prey. "grown adult?" he echoed, voice pitched like he’d just been personally insulted, though the grin tugging at his lips said otherwise. "i prefer enthusiastic dessert enthusiast, thank you very much."

he leaned forward over the counter, fingers twitching as if to snatch a pastry before yeonjun could change his mind. "persistent? me? never!" he said, too quickly, the lie obvious in his wide eyes and bouncing knees. "i’m just extremely dedicated to cream puff distribution research. yeah, research."

beomgyu’s grin widened, teeth flashing as he half-lunged toward the box, then froze with mock hesitation, letting the suspense stretch like a game. "so, you might let me have one?" he asked, voice dipping into exaggerated awe. "wow. what an honor. i’ll cherish it forever. probably eat it in three seconds flat, but still… cherish it."

his leg bounced uncontrollably, hoodie strings twisting around his fingers as he added under his breath, "don’t make it too easy on me though, yeonjunnie hyung. i like the chase."

#》》 [ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ]

sehun let the box go without a fight, though the look on his face said he was already regretting it. watching the way beomgyu clutched it like gold, he gave a short laugh and shook his head. "lifesaver and snack supplier, huh? that better not be the only thing people remember me for." his tone was flat, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed the joke. was this the feeling his hyungs felt whenever sehun got his maknae privileges?

he adjusted the bags in his arms again, leaning back just slightly as he eyed the younger. "don’t get used to it. next time, you’re buying me something. i’m not running a charity here."

beomgyu clutched the pepero closer to his chest like it was a family heirloom, eyes wide in mock betrayal as if sehun had just threatened to snatch it back. "a charity? hyung, this is an investment in my happiness," he declared, dramatic as ever, his voice carrying more weight than the situation demanded. the grin stretching across his face betrayed him though, mischief spilling out as he tore open the box with a flourish, like he’d been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.

without hesitation, he popped one in his mouth, crunching down like a man starved. "ah, perfection," he sighed through exaggerated chewing, swaying on his feet with restless energy that always gave him away. "but fine, fine. next time, i’ll buy you something." he jabbed a finger toward sehun, eyes narrowing playfully. "don’t complain when it’s a single banana from the convenience store. maybe i’ll even put it in a gift bag to make it special."

he leaned back on his heels, gaze flicking toward sehun’s arms loaded with bags before returning to the snack in his hand. "besides," he added with a sly tilt of his head, "you’ve already ruined me. how am i supposed to go back to buying my own snacks after this? you’ve set the bar way too high, hyung."

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

eunchae: slow motion down the stairs? omg that’s actually cinematic ㅠㅠ eunchae: tragic walkers anonymous sounds perfect. i’ll bring snacks to the first meeting 🍪

gyu: i'll set up the first meeting but don't be surprised if all of those snacks go missing within the hour gyu: are these homemade snacks?

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

liz: tteokbokki anonymous!? liz: i don't have that bad of a problem! liz: i can stop whenever i want!

gyu: that's always the first step gyu: i'll be with you every step of the way, liz :'(

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

jake: there's no pretending jake: i could lift you using only my pinky jake: whoa. what's wrong with post malone!?

gyu: don't question my madness :( gyu: he's not my favorite but nothing necessarily wrong with his music gyu: don't judge me for judging his music >:(

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

soobin: no, you! soobin: pfft, i have a list of others i could ask! soobin: no :(

gyu: unfriend me. block me. gyu: you threw our friendship down the drain :'( gyu: i'm crying right now if you must know

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

minnie: gyu, i see you taking your dessert police role very seriously (￣▽￣*)ゞ minnie: but i warn you, if you try to stop me, the baby might revolt too.

gyu: the dessert police takes bribes btw gyu: preferably in cake form gyu: but wait—are you saying the baby is your dessert partner in crime? gyu: so it’s 2 against 1? gyu: i’m doomed. completely doomed. gyu: fine. eat 3 desserts. eat 7. i’ll just sit here and cry into my lettuce.

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

beomgyu for @starchaptertogether & @xeunghan

sehun adjusted the bags in his arms, giving beomgyu a flat stare that didn’t quite hide the twitch of a smile. “you really are dramatic, you know that? snacks didn’t almost kill you— you just weren’t looking where you were going.”

he sighed like he was giving in, lowering one of the bags to dig through until the rustle of plastic gave away what he’d found. pulling out a box of pepero, he held it just out of reach, tilting his head at the younger. “you sure you deserve this after accusing me of attempted murder?” his tone was light, but after a beat he extended it anyway, the faintest smirk on his face. “don’t say i never take care of you.”

beomgyu’s eyes widened at the sight of the pepero, the way a kid might react to someone dangling treasure in front of them. he rocked on his heels, hands twitching at his sides like he was fighting the urge to just snatch it. "dramatic? me?" he gasped, clutching at his chest with one hand like he’d been gravely insulted. "hyung, i literally stared death in the face five seconds ago. you expect me to recover without snacks?"

he leaned closer, hair falling into his eyes as he squinted at the box, lips tugging into a grin that betrayed how badly he wanted it. "and okay, maybe attempted murder is a stretch, but admit it, you weren’t watching either." his voice pitched up, teasing, as if he’d already won the argument.

the second sehun’s arm relaxed and the pepero was within reach, beomgyu snatched it with both hands, clutching it to his chest like it was a medal of honor. "don’t worry, i’ll put this on your tombstone: here lies oh sehun, my personal lifesaver and snack supplier." his grin stretched wider, eyes glinting with mischief. "see? i do appreciate you."

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

felix replayed the song from the top, his movements sharp but a touch hesitant as he worked through the steps again. when he noticed the other idol appear in the doorway, he froze mid-dance and scratched the back of his neck with a grin. “perfect timing,” he laughed, a little out of breath. “does this look anywhere near good enough to stand next to you on camera?” he asked, half-joking but clearly seeking their approval before they filmed their collab TikTok together.

@seoulessrp

beomgyu staggered into the room like he’d been fatally wounded, one hand clutching his chest. “good enough? hyung, i almost collapsed just watching you.”

he peeked dramatically between his fingers, grin breaking through. “next to you i’ll look like your backup water bottle, not a partner.”

with a quick bounce on his heels, he jabbed a finger at felix, eyes glinting. “fine, we’ll film, but if i faint from being outshined, you’re carrying me out bridal style.”

#⚛ 》》 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

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